Indescribable cyberpunk

It's still the gambling table in the dark.

This time, there were no chips on the table, only a few golden wine cups filled with scarlet wine, starting from the base, revealed in the patchwork of light blue data flow.

The lights on the southeast side suddenly came on.

Gwen, wearing a crown on her head, flashed in her position. She picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip. As if thinking of something, she stretched out her right hand and snapped her fingers.

A golden spoon appeared in his hand, and he tapped the rim of the wine glass twice.

Just a few seconds later, people appeared in several other locations one after another.

"What's going on? It's not party time yet Gwen?"

Lilith, who was still dressed in a coquettish outfit, stood at the table, her face seemed to have some lingering light red aftertaste, and her tone was not very friendly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I do have something unexpected to tell you."

Realizing that she might have disturbed the other person's business, Gwen said sorry, but her eyes swept back and forth on Lilith, paused, and then turned her eyes to the host.

"Where's Connor? Isn't he with you?"

"I'm waiting for you to report the accident you just mentioned."

The young man with a stern face crossed his hands and stood behind the chair where Gwen was sitting. He walked towards his seat as he spoke.

Except for the disappearing blue rings around his temples, his face looked the same as it did five years ago.

As Conrad sat down, someone appeared in the darkness opposite, pulled out a chair, and sat down silently. Bonaparte in the southwest position had already drank the wine in his glass, and played with the butterfly knife in his hand without changing his expression. The cold blade swirled at the fingertips.

"Ouroboros asked us to cooperate with the plan, and you agreed, so I have been making preparations in this area. Through the cameras in several communities, I found some interesting things that I can't explain. You can see for yourselves. What Ouroboros is going to do this time is not easy!”

He snapped his fingers again, and a screen flashed across the gambling table. It was not a single screen, but dozens or even hundreds of different screens put together. Each screen was only the size of a cigarette box.

Pictures that are difficult for ordinary people to see clearly do not pose any problem to them.

Mutated monsters, harsh roars of gunfire, and ubiquitous screams of panic.

"From Community No. 35 to Community No. 40, there are about 136 similar pictures collected so far. These are the pictures in the surveillance camera. The number of pictures outside the camera is probably several times higher. Among them, there are only 53 battle pictures. , most of them are concentrated in No. 37 and No. 39 communities."

Following Gwen's words, the pictures on the screen were split and reorganized, undergoing secondary classification.

"Haha~ Those infected people actually have such a use. I knew that the people in the Ouroboros organization were all crazy, but they actually used this method to fight against the Qianfan City government."

Bonaparte was leaning on the bench, with his right hand against his cheek, and he glanced casually. In his opinion, the fighting power of the infected people in the picture could not last long.

"It's just that as far as I know, the Thousand Sail City Security Department has noticed something strange in the underlying community. Since this morning, nearly 50 Raider III airships have entered our territory one after another. This number is still increasing so far. , with just a few infected people, I’m afraid the Qianfan City government will clean them out within two or three days, and they won’t be able to cause any trouble!”

In order to fight against the increasing number of mental pollution monsters in the surrounding dangerous areas and to maintain its own political power, Qianfan City has spared no effort in establishing its own armed forces in recent years. In addition, the Qianfan City government itself is a government jointly established by the capital oligarchs. It's more unpleasant to hear. We lack everything except money!

However, the huge investment of resources will eventually pay off.

Although most of these troops are stationed in several affiliated industrial cities outside Qianfan City to fight against the monsters that constantly invade the border, the number of armed forces left to maintain the security of Qianfan City still remains at around 50,000.

This number may sound shabby at first glance. After all, Thousand Sail City has a population of nearly 20 million, and a permanent force of 50,000 is nothing in comparison.

This is not the case.

Strictly speaking, these 50,000 people actually refer to the "public" armed forces of Qianfan City. They do not include the community patrol teams that are biased towards regional police and the private troops of major consortiums, but the elite troops and security departments dedicated to special operations. It's part of its function.

These people usually only stay in the base for training, backed by the three major mechanical groups of Yuan Sail, Crown, and Blue Wing. The weapons configuration of this unit is undoubtedly world-class, and Tianzhi Brain controls the entire city. The intelligence network has a strong combat effectiveness.

To some extent, it is even a level higher than the troops stationed outside. After all, the area they guard also includes a "city in the sky".

It is impossible for tens of thousands of terrorists or hundreds of mental pollution source monsters to suddenly appear in Qianfan City. The city-wide supervision of Tiantian Intelligent Brain is enough for the Qianfan City government to detect unrest in any area in the shortest possible time. Show signs and strike.

Small-scale turmoil can be handled quite reliably with only a few squads. Therefore, 50,000 elite soldiers are enough to deal with any situation no matter how you look at it.

"You mean Ouroboros will fail?"

Lilith also returned to normal at this time. Well, just the flush on her face faded.

"If the current trend continues, the word 'failure' is not very accurate, and it may be better to use 'fiasco' to describe it."

He put away the butterfly knife nonchalantly and raised his hand to smooth the dreadlocks on his head. Bonaparte obviously didn't care much about whether Ouroboros' plan could succeed.

"It's too early to discuss the success or failure of the Ouroboros organization. It's clear that Ouroboros' plan is at the beginning, and their arrangements in the underlying communities have not yet been fully demonstrated. I don't think they will be stupid enough to take actions that will lead to defeat. To reveal the secrets I have hidden for many years.”

The woman sitting opposite Connor finally spoke.

While she was speaking, Gwen and Bonaparte, who were about to open their mouths, chose to shut their mouths at the same time. Lilith half-squinted her eyes and lowered the corners of her mouth, but she did not mean to interrupt her.

"I agree with this statement. The Ouroboros organization has been planning for a long time. It cannot be to bring itself a worthless defeat."

Before the other three people could speak, Connor responded first,

"If the Ouroboros organization can fight against the Thousand Sails City government on its own, they will not need to seek cooperation with us. Moreover, we and the Ouroboros organization have never been allies. At the moment, it is just a cooperative relationship of interest. Gwen, Don’t have too many worries, as long as our plan is implemented smoothly, the results of the Ouroboros organization will not affect anything."

"Understood, in this case, I will wait until the right time to inform you that heaven is not easy to deal with. We must enter at the most suitable time to find a way to get what we want."

After receiving Connor's assurance, Gwen's expression became obviously much more relaxed. She drank the drink in her glass in one gulp and disappeared directly into her seat.

"I will continue to monitor the movements of the Security Department and wait until they send us the weapons we want. Speaking of which, I have never seen the weapons in the police department. The things made by Crown may be more powerful than ours. , What a pity, they are all brainless guys. Hey, I seem to have no brains either, this is really a shit joke."

Shaking his dreadlocks, Bonaparte also disappeared from the table.

"I'll leave first, you guys chat."

Another person stood up to leave.

"Wendy!"

Connor stopped the person who turned around and said in a deep voice,

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

Lilith glanced at Connor, hesitated to speak, and finally had no choice but to leave.

"What's the matter with you?"

Wearing a brown vest over a beige turtleneck sweater, and a pair of slim trousers on her lower body, with her long hair simply tied back, Wendy looked as always.

Unlike Lilith's coquettishness, her dress is very ordinary, but also comfortable.

This is a look that someone praised a long time ago.

She doesn't want to change.

"You left suddenly because of the person Lilith mentioned, right? Neither I nor anyone else has been able to contact you in the past few days. Are you looking for him?"

"Any questions?"

Wendy did not deny it, but asked rhetorically.

"The tree world will face severe challenges. I need you to be fully prepared. Human beings should not be a factor that affects our actions and judgment."

There is no need to beat around the bush in the conversation between them. Absolute rationality will allow both parties to come up with the best answer.

"This does not conflict with what I am doing now. He will not affect our plan. I am looking for him just to get an answer."

Looking directly into Connor's eyes, Wendy's answer was straightforward.

"Next, you will be responsible for the monitoring and follow-up actions of Community No. 35. I think Ouroboros will ask us for help soon. This is their opportunity, and it is also an excellent opportunity for us!"

"knew."

Turning around silently, Wendy's figure disappeared from the table.

Connor stood there and watched her leave, then suddenly turned around and picked up his glass of wine on the table, brought it to his mouth, paused for a few seconds, and then put it back on the table.

He clearly knew that this excellent-looking drink was just a virtual product of data and would have no taste when drunk.

What he really wanted was the desire to drink.

For Connor.

This is too difficult.