Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 81 NO.0050: Silver Skull and Black Box

After looking around for a while, Dave wrapped his hood again to hide his trademark metal skull.

Sitting in front of the bar, he ordered a glass of "sidecar" from the robot bartender, and he suppressed his urge to continue looking around.

In fact, there is no need to be so nervous...

Looking at the trembling hands on the table, Dave kept comforting himself in his heart.

This is the negative floor, and it is still a security area completely under the control of the provisional government. Even the Icarus Liberation Front has no courage to extend its hand here.

Not to mention the "Dark Blue Interval Bar" where he is now - as the largest intelligence market in the entire Nord resettlement area, it can be seen from a slightly normal IQ that the boss here has a background in the "tenth floor" government deep.

Now that Icarus, who is seriously injured, can't put eyeliner here, let alone dare to do it here.

But it's no wonder that he is so jittery now, after all, he has been avoiding the pursuit of those guys all this time: he went to multiple layers all the way, and was almost rounded up by the opponent's operation team several times. If it weren't for the guidance and help of "noble people", I'm afraid he would have been caught and sent to the online live broadcast trial...

Recalling that some time ago, I was on the live broadcast channel of "Nord Voice of Justice" and saw the members of the "lobotomy gang" who were arrested and sent to the electric chair one by one amid the cheers of the gang of Internet mobs. Dave Can't help but shudder.

This group of guys is simply unreasonably barbaric—it’s already a new calendar under the rule of Olympus, and almost all resettlement areas have abolished the death penalty, and even some advanced and open places have to abolish the concept of personal crime... They actually set up trials in private courts among the people, and they still have public trials.

Public trial, isn't that a live broadcast of murder?

A group of living corpses with the style of the AD era...

"Sir, you ordered the 'sidecar'."

While yelling at Icarus's psychopaths in his heart, the robot bartender pushed the glass towards Dave with impeccable standard movements. He took the wine with steady hands, and asked it in a low voice:

"How do you charge for opening a session?"

Sessions - This is one of the most valuable offerings at Deep Blue Interval. Provide a room that keeps the identity of the guest strictly confidential, expands the realm of silence, and will never be disturbed and monitored by anyone, and is rented by time. Middlemen often entrust urban mercenary missions here, and intelligence dealers also choose this place to exchange information.

And upon hearing Dave's question, a commercial smile immediately appeared on the bionic silicone man's face:

"Thirty Ore a minute without an appointment. Double that for help clearing your itinerary."

The itinerary information means that all public transportation records and driving records of the other party coming to the bar in the dark blue section will be cleared, and all nearby surveillance videos will also delete traces of his being here-this is the owner of this bar again, in A powerful proof that the ten-level government's hands and eyes are open to the sky.

Dave stood up holding the wine glass, nodded and said:

"Then follow the top standard."

Hearing this, a burst of blue light flashed through the eyes of the robot bartender, it froze for a moment, and then said:

"Conversation Room 021, besides, sir, do you need to help clear the itinerary information for the guests you are going to see later?"

"No……"

To this, Dave replied:

"only myself."

So, led by the robot bartender, he came to the conversation room. As soon as he closed the door, all the connected devices on his body showed that they had lost signal.

After repeatedly confirming that the door was closed tightly, Dave carefully took out a small dark box from the bag, and solemnly placed it on the table.

This is what he found in the safe in the Raven-66 leader's room when he escaped from the Lobotomy Gang.

At that time, Dave didn't think too much about it, he just took this small box with him along with some other valuable things.

However, in the process of fleeing, by chance, he connected this black box to his brain-computer interface, and only then discovered that this thing turned out to be a special communication device that could directly communicate with a certain corporate figure.

The other party did not disclose his identity, but only expressed that he was very disappointed with the former leader of the Lobotomy Gang. If the operation of the Chiron House was successful, the Lobotomy Gang would be able to easily take over the ecology of Icarus. Bit... In the end, he couldn't even do such a small thing well.

But after being disappointed, the other party turned to express that he was willing to give him another chance - as long as he could obey his arrangement and do one thing, all the underground floors in the future resettlement area would still be brains. Yebang's.

So, under the arrangement of the other party, he evaded Icarus's hunt all the way and came here, ready to hear the next step of the plan.

After connecting the data cable to his brain-computer interface, a moment later, a vague human silhouette appeared on the seat opposite the table.

Even in the state of silence, when all electronic signals have failed, the other party can still contact him through this black box.

"I have followed your instructions and came to the bar in the dark blue section, Mr. Y."

Mr. Y, this is what the other party calls himself.

"What should I do next?"

Dave asked impatiently.

"You've reached the dark blue zone now, haven't you?"

After processing, no characteristic voice could be heard asking.

Dave nodded.

"Very well... Now under your seat, there is a suitcase. You take it out, but don't rush to open it just yet."

Hearing this, Dave bent down suspiciously and groped, and sure enough, as the other party said, a heavy metal suitcase was placed under his seat.

He has undergone a depth 1 adjustment and transformation, and among them is the strengthening of muscle fibers. But even so, when he tried to pull out the metal suitcase, he still felt a little hard.

The density of the things contained in this suitcase is astonishingly high, maybe it weighs nearly half a ton...

"What's this?"

Dave asked cautiously.

"Some things should have been handed over to you long ago, but were delayed due to some special reasons."

The figure on the opposite side of the table said:

"And now it's in your hands again, it can be regarded as waste utilization... All in all, as long as you have this, you can do things that you didn't even dare to think about before. For example, under the watchful eyes of everyone , Kill the boss of the dark blue section, Deep Blue, in public."

"What?!"

Dave was startled.

Mr. Y's next order was already obvious to him.

The brief shock subsided quickly, Dave lowered his voice and said:

"You want me to assassinate Deep Blue here?"

"Inside the box is the exoskeleton power armor made by imitating the Aegis I individual combat module. Wearing it, it is enough for you to kill all the people in the bar...including the two flashy people around her bodyguards, and the security equipment in the bar."

"It's not a question of whether you can do it or not..."

Dave was horrified.

"The anti-riot force of the resettlement district government is located less than two kilometers away from here. If something happens here, they can arrive within three minutes, and then..."

"They won't arrive on time."

Mr. Y simply replied:

"After killing her, you will have enough time to leave. And you don't need to worry about retaliation from the resettlement area government afterwards. They will think it was Icarus's work, and then the riot force will be sent to the bottom to arrest Icarus. Carlos' top management. At that time, you also don't need to worry about Icarus' arrest.

"How? What are you going to choose now?"

Dave, who was connected to the black box, couldn't help but feel his heart pounding after listening to Mr. Y's words. The feeling of excitement and impulsiveness flowed in his blood vessels and kept rushing to his head.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said:

"good……"

With that said, Dave reached out to the heavy suitcase.

The blurred figure of Mr. Y in front of him shook for a while, as if it was about to disappear.

Before the other party disappeared, he finally reminded:

"By the way, after putting on the exoskeleton power armor, remember to put this black box in the slot on the chest."