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

But the woman did not lose consciousness because of this. Instead, she slowly crawled up from the ground.

He was still mumbling meaningless words.

"Pain, more pain!!!"

Nourishes—

Several dazzling electric arcs suddenly appeared on the woman's body, as if there was an electric leakage, and she was electrocuted into a fool even though she had just been soaking in the water and was all wet.

Not only that, the emitted electric light spread into the water, instantly burning several surrounding searchlights.

"....What kind of operation is this?"

Seeing this, David's mouth twitched.

This kind of weird operation...to be honest, I have never seen it before, and this is the first case.

Is this the legendary situation of hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred of your own?

But the effect of damaging a thousand enemies has not been achieved?

In order to cooperate with Lieutenant Mower's performance, he chose to step into the water where arcs of electricity were emanating.

He walked slowly in the water, stepping over the dead bodies.

These were all the work of the mad Lieutenant Mower - some were torn to pieces, some were beaten black by a "Flame Meteor Fist", and none of them died in a decent way.

The electric arcs in the water coiled around his body like silver snakes, but David himself did not react at all.

The reason is simple, the skin on his body has the function of protecting against electricity, not only that, it is also burn-proof and bullet-proof, plus optical camouflage, it is a four-in-one subcutaneous tissue.

In this way, he waded through the puddles and came in front of Lieutenant Mower, blinking and looking at the woman.

She was seen bending over, trembling, waving her hands vigorously, but she did not fall down in the end, but instead threw off the helmet on her face.

It is an external prosthetic eye helmet produced by military technology, used to enhance the wearer's optical and visual abilities, similar to the Swordmaster helmet of the Terrorist Mobile Team.

Now that the obstruction was removed, what David saw was the same pair of eyes glowing red as those of other cyber maniacs.

“Uh ...

The sharp roar gradually became inhuman, echoing in the patio and spreading outside.

When the vehicles on the road and the pedestrians on the street heard the terrible roar, they all fled and dared not come near here.

“It’s so noisy…”

David frowned and picked his ear.

This action seemed to anger the crazy woman, and she attacked him again.

He raised his fist with a whistling flame that tore through the air and charged towards his face.

"Boom!"

He caught the punch steadily, and a faint crackling sound came from the palm of his hand, and even a burnt smell was emitted.

But David was unmoved. He thought it was just imitation leather, so he didn't feel bad about it.

He immediately raised his foot and kicked the woman hard in the abdomen.

"Ahem——"

Mower, who was in a daze, became a little more awake because of the pain, but he felt his body was so light as if floating in the air.

next second.

With a loud bang, it fell to the ground again.

It was David who hit her. He grabbed her fist and arm and pulled hard, flipping Mower's body from mid-air and smashing it to the ground. The back of her head even left fine cracks on the concrete floor.

"cough--"

The woman immediately coughed up a pool of blood, staining her dark military uniform an even darker color.

"Are you honest now?"

David put his foot on his chest and looked down at Mower, his eyes full of coldness.

Normally, this force would be enough to make a normal person faint, but due to the stimulation of the military-grade implant, Mowell remained awake the entire time.

But the pain in her body made her unable to move, especially the heart-wrenching feeling in her spine, which made her feel like she was dying.

"Kill...kill me, please..."

This feeling was like being in hell, and she didn't want to suffer this anymore.

I have...completely given up.

"Sorry, I'd like to if possible, but I can't do that on someone else's request." He shook his head and rejected Mower's proposal.

First, I took a photo of Miss Mower and sent it to Melissa.

Then he called Regina.

"Hello, I'm David, mission accomplished."

"Well, is the target still alive?"

"Target...wait a moment, let me see!"

He was about to say that he was still alive, but he found that Mower under his feet was motionless.

He was struggling like a shrimp just now.

"Already dead?"

"No, not yet...but almost."

He connected his data cable to Mower's body and found that the woman's vital signs were declining. If she was not treated quickly, she would die soon.

Her life was almost over.

"..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then he said, "Since she's dead, forget it. Take out her separation chip. I need the information on it."

After all, the rescue operation of the cyber madman is full of uncertainties, and this is not the first time that a situation like Lieutenant Mowell has happened.

"no problem."

He hung up the phone, removed the separation chip from Mower's slot, and inserted it into his own.

"Let me see, what little secret do you have..."

His eyes suddenly glowed orange.

Lieutenant Mower: Red alert, red alert

Dr. Martin Cipra: Understood. Reading biomonitor. Please describe your symptoms.

Lt. Mower: Seizures, abdominal cramps. Implant won't turn off. Getting worse.

Dr. Martin Cipra: Yes. The data from the biosurveillance shows that you will inevitably lose control. Very quickly.

Lieutenant Mower: Oh my goodness.

Lieutenant Mower: Please, don't

Lieutenant Mower: Don't call it the Terrorist Squad.

Lieutenant Mower: I just need a sedative.

Dr. Martin Cipra: Of course, don't worry. Military technology will not ignore its own people.

Dr. Martin Cipra: You go to this address. It's a remote place and you won't hurt anyone there.

Dr. Martin Cipra: The medical staff will rush over and take you to the clinic.

Dr. Martin Cipra: You will be back to normal in a few days.

Lt. Mower: Thank you, thank you so much.

Dr. Martin Cipra: That's fine. You work for the company and the company will take care of you.

"..."

After seeing this conversation record, looking at the bodies in the water, and finally looking at the woman under him, David fell silent.

He saw Mower's desperation between the lines of the dialogue, especially the sentence "Please, don't".

A lieutenant in the special forces could utter such words of supplication, one can imagine how desperate she was at that time.

However, the cyborg doctor in charge of her treatment sold her out, and military technology also abandoned her like a discarded pawn.

"No wonder she asked me to die just now..."

David murmured subconsciously, and after a second of careful consideration, he made a surprising decision.

"Fortunately you met me today, you are lucky."

As he said this, he passed the information to Regina, then carried the unconscious Mower towards the exit corridor of the patio.

He planned to ask Lao Wei to cure this woman.

Although there have been more than thirty cyber maniacs who died in his hands, this time he made a completely opposite choice and planned to learn the tactics of the Terrorist Mobile Team.

He himself couldn't explain why he did this.

Why do you want to save such a woman?

Whim?

Or is it because the Polish donkey seemed to be paying tribute to Ghost in the Shell by making Mower look like Motoko Kusanagi?

He doesn't know anyway...

What's more, the newly formed team is short of people, maybe this woman can be a help?

Who knows.

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67. Request from Wakako Okada

Melissa Rory: “Well done.”

David Martinez: "Thank you, Captain Melissa, for your compliment.╰(*°▽°*)╯"

David Martinez: "Oh, by the way, I have something else to do here, so I won't be going back to the headquarters yet."

Melissa Rory: "Well, your performance this month is good, approved. (* ￣︿￣)"

David Martinez: "Yeah, thanks Captain Melissa! (reading)"

On Bradbury Street, David replied to Melissa's message while carrying the unconscious Mower out of the taxi.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen people being carried before?! Get out of here, get out of here!"

Seeing that many pedestrians around him were looking at him, David couldn't help but scold them.

The crowd that was watching immediately scattered.

No wonder these guys were watching him. He looked like a kidnapper, with a woman of unknown family on his shoulders.

Besides, he wasn't wearing the uniform of the Terrorist Squad, but the yellow jacket of the EMT.

But David didn't care about that and walked straight to the alley. He kicked open the iron gate and came to the backyard of Misty's cabin.

The man and woman squatting in front of the vending machine were scared away on the spot when they saw his menacing look.

"Hey! Lao Wei, come out to meet the guests!"

He greeted her in the same familiar way, walked into the familiar and dim basement, and opened the diamond-shaped iron gate with a rattling sound.

"Hey, Lao Wei, are you there?!"

David glanced at the underground clinic, but did not see Lao Wei in the open.

But the suspended boxing match was still playing on the monitor.

Then, Lao Wei's voice came faintly from the depths.

"David, what are you doing here today? Don't tell me you got those weird implants again..."

Victor pushed up his glasses and emerged from the corner of the basement, but his eyes were fixed on the thing he was carrying on his shoulder.