People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

"Oh, I hope..."

Although the team is still fragmented, at least these lovely guys are alive. Isn't that good news?

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After coming out of Lao Wei's clinic, he looked completely refreshed, although only on the surface.

However, this time Lucy did not take him back to her apartment, but followed him to his home - a super skyscraper in Santo Domingo.

The elevator made a series of roars as the two stood in silence, their ears ringing with those strange advertisements unique to Night City.

"Good morning! Night City!"

"I'm your good friend Stanley!"

"The final result of yesterday's dead man lottery was a full sixty! It broke the record never seen before in Night City!"

"Thanks to the endless stream of cyber maniacs, more than fifty NCPD officers alone have died."

"One of the trauma teams was killed, and even the terrorist squad suffered a great loss. I think you all have to pay for it."

"Because the Terrorist Squad will definitely not be able to swallow this."

"Ahaha, I didn't expect what happened last night would be on the news..." David said innocently, scratching the back of his head.

But Lucy just crossed her arms and glanced at him briefly.

That look seemed to say - "Nonsense, even the Terrorist Squad was dispatched, and you ran away, so of course this is classified as a vicious cyber madman incident."

But then again, more than 60 people died yesterday, a number she had never expected.

Surrounded by so many NCPD people, plus the trauma team, I guess even a cyber madman wouldn't be able to escape unscathed, right?

David didn't have any injuries at all. Even when he fought with the Terrorist Squad, he only had a muscle strain...

Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Lucy's face.

She was happy for David.

But when he thought of the data he saw in Tanaka's head, a barely perceptible sadness emerged between his brows.

Arasaka is targeting me...

This is not good news.

Although Tanaka is dead and most of the data has been destroyed, there is no way Arasaka will give up this project called Cybertron.

Therefore, we must find a way to completely destroy this data, to the point where it cannot be recovered.

Ding--

The elevator has arrived.

The two men walked out.

But David's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"what happened?"

"No...nothing."

David shook his head, but he didn't think so in his heart.

It's a little strange.

There are usually quite a few drunkards and homeless people on this floor. A few idle people gather together, drinking and chatting.

But now, the corridor is empty.

There were only a few vending machines flashing bright colors and lights, and some garbage and stains in the corners that no one had cleaned up.

That's it.

Weird, it's really weird.

64. You crazy bitch, you came to kill me? ! (6K)

“It’s really weird…”

David muttered silently to himself and walked towards his apartment.

"Ding--"

A familiar prompt sound rang out and the door opened.

However, at that moment, he froze in place.

"David? You..."

Lucy stopped talking before she could finish her words.

Everything in front of me is still so familiar.

The structure and design are full of technology, with a holographic projection TV, a touch-screen home vending machine, a fairly clean floor and a large, soft bed.

There was nothing wrong with all this, except that there was a woman sitting on the slightly hard sofa.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of black military boots and those strong and slender legs.

If I were to use one word to describe David's current mood, it would definitely be——

Cardiopulmonary arrest.

Familiar leather coat, familiar light brown curly hair, familiar pretty face...it's Melissa Rory!

hiss--

Lucy immediately pulled out the molecular thread hidden at her wrist, and the orange-yellow thread was exposed in the air, emitting a faint light.

She stared intently at the woman on the sofa's every move.

Although the woman did not have any equipment of the Terrorist Squad on her head or on her body, she could not mistake her face and the aura she exuded; she was the inspector of the Terrorist Squad.

Melissa heard the door open, raised her head slightly and looked at the two people standing at the door in a daze, and gave a knowing smile.

"Why are you standing there? Come in."

It was as if she was the owner of this room.

He even took a few steps back to look at the house numbers around him.

That’s right, this is my home.

"You're right, this is your home. And little girl, put away your toys."

As she spoke, Melissa picked up the metal jar on the coffee table and started playing with it. It was Gloria's urn.

"So, why are you so natural? This is obviously my home!"

David couldn't help but grumble in his heart. He gently pressed Lucy's hands, signaling her to put away the molecular line, and then walked in.

Lucy immediately gave him a puzzled look, but after meeting his gaze, she obediently put it away and followed behind him.

It is indeed as Melissa said, Lucy's molecular line may have some power on other people, but to the Terrorist Mobile Team, especially the ace among them, it is really no different from a toy.

"So, Officer Melissa, why are you in my house?" David asked.

The two of them sat opposite Melissa, with only a coffee table between them.

"Well... nothing, I just got off work and happened to come over to take a look..."

But in reality...

hours ago.

The sky, shrouded in pre-dawn darkness, still drizzled with rain, trying to wash away the filth and sin of Night City.

The Terrorism Squad headquarters is located near the NCPD building in Civic Center.

An armored vehicle that had just landed under the automatic guidance system was quietly parked at the parking space, and the rain slowly flowed down the black alloy surface that was mottled with bullet marks but still strong.

Melissa, who had just returned from her mission, sat on it and, without paying any attention to the rain, she jumped down and walked straight into the building.

She just walked in front without saying a word, followed by four team members who looked like drowned rats and listless.

Every three meters there is a lamp emitting dazzling white light, driving away the darkness.

The guard standing at the door shuddered, stood at attention and saluted, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

Two rows of wet footprints were left on the road leading from the main entrance of the building to the combat preparation room.

The ordinary police officers who dared not speak looked at each other, not even daring to breathe.

It was the first time they saw such a terrifying side of Captain Rory. Although he seemed calm on the surface, he was actually turbulent underneath.

No matter who you are, if you say the wrong thing at this time, you may become the target of venting.

But they were more curious about what had happened to make Inspector Rory so terrifying.

However, in the corridor, a man with a resolute face was standing quietly in the middle of the corridor with his hands folded across his chest, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

The combat boots stepped on the floor tiles, and the distance between each step was almost exact, cold and hard.

Melissa didn't seem to pay any attention to him, and there was no expression on her face. She blew past him like a cold wind on a rainy night without even looking at him.

But the man spoke.

"you failed."

despair--

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Melissa stopped.

"So what?"

A pair of eyes as bright and clear as amber but filled with cold light were cast at the man.

But the man did not show any fear and said calmly:

"The higher-ups are very unhappy. The impact this time has been too great."

Fifty or sixty people died, but the terrorist squad still hasn't caught the criminals...

"so what?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Melissa folded her arms, leaned against the wall, tilted her head and looked at the man coldly: "What is there to say? Do you want me to describe how I was defeated by a brat? Or how he disappeared without a trace?"

"You know, the higher-ups need an explanation."

Even in the face of Melissa's sneer, the man still responded with an extremely calm voice.

"Oh, what explanation? What does it have to do with me what those idiots from Ye's Company think? If those idiots from NCPD want to cause trouble, let them come to me in person!"

Since their Terrorist Squad was funded by Night City's founder, Night City Corporation, apart from the NCPD, the one that disturbs them the most is this mysterious Night City Corporation.

"If they want to shoot me, go ahead. Let them go out on the street with their own guns and fight those crazy people."

Melissa showed a cruel sneer on her face, then turned around and walked into the maintenance room.

Seeing this, the man said nothing more.

Although this incident was serious and even Arasaka Corporation began to pursue responsibility, Yeshi Corporation's reaction seemed a bit too great.

They are only responsible for cleaning up the bad incidents, but their success rate is not 100%.

Even he felt a little weird.

Could it be that the boy has some other secrets?

David Martinez's information appeared in Yi's eyes, but no matter how many times he read it, there was no doubt at all.

The only outstanding thing was that he killed cyber madmen many times, and was noticed by Melissa Rory.

But why?

In the maintenance room, there was no usual "crackling" sound, nor the peculiar sounds of venting anger. Instead, it was unusually quiet.

Melissa stood in front of her locker, holding the heavy-duty bulletproof vest she had just taken off.

On it, you can see a clear fist mark, and even the bulletproof ceramic pieces embedded inside have turned into fragments.

That was the punch David used to knock her out during the explosion.