Night Hacker

   Chapter 145 Death Penalty Walk

  The New World Bank Building in the central area, this is a 100-storey behemoth.

   The extraordinary staff review department is on the 36th floor. When Judy Dickinson was walking in the corridor, she heard someone in a review room next to her excitedly clapping the table and shouting:

   "No, I don't have PTSD! My personality integrity is enough, it's just a little phantom limb pain, I can handle it. You can't do this to me..."

   She didn't stop, but stopped when she passed a grooming mirror on the corridor wall.

He has short blond hair, a face in his twenties, with a certain beauty, wearing a black trench coat uniform of the wilderness mobile task force, wearing black gloves on both hands, slightly raised eyebrows, and a cold face. rusted.

   But her indifference is beautiful, many men say so.

   But she's here not because of her looks, but because she's a six-speed, and she used to be.

  Judy Dickinson continued walking and walked into a nearby judging room, and there was no one in it.

  The space is not large, the walls are painted white, there is only a fabric chair in the middle, and a column-type communication screen in front.

   She sat down on a chair with clean lines, and an electronically synthesized face appeared on the communication screen.

   That face looks like it is not clear whether it is male or female, androgynous, it seems to have a smile.

   "Vice Captain Dickinson, hello, this review is in response to your appeal."

An electronic synthesizer sounded unhurriedly, "You are in the battle of the Mobile Task Force's 'Death Walker Squad' to clear the wilderness tribe's 'Forest Ranger', as an exorcist professional combatant, the squad's deputy. Captain, the nerves were severely damaged during the battle.

   "After testing, your nerve speed gear has dropped from sixth gear to third gear, which is considered no longer suitable for the work of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force. The bank arranged for you to be transferred to the security department as a third-level supervisor, but you lodged a complaint."

   "Yes." Judy replied, her voice a little hoarse, "I think I'm still suitable to stay in Mobile Task Force."

   That electronically synthesized face has no expression change, and it hasn’t changed after looking at this face for so many years.

  The memory of being a street rat is too distant to remember, and that means nothing to Judy.

   She was taken from the street by the Metropolitan Police when she was three years old, and was found to have a high-potential extraordinary talent, so she entered the bank's incubator in the Garden Yard, where she grew up.

   The child has not been able to detect the specific nerve speed gear. As a high-potential child, the training, education and love she has received since she was a child are of the highest level.

  From childhood, to adolescence, to twenty-three now.

  Judy Dickinson, was raised by the bank, all meanings are given by the bank.

"According to the relevant regulations, the minimum required nerve speed gear for Mobile Task Forces is five. Vice Captain Dickinson, unfortunately, you no longer have this ability, but you can still serve the bank in a security position. ."

   "I can't go to the security post." Judy's voice was slightly louder, "My nerves are damaged, but I have rich combat experience, rich experience in wilderness exploration and hunting for tribes, which are all useful."

   "Unfortunately. You can still repay the cost of the bank's investment in you through other services."

  Judy was silent for a while, and then said: "I need a chance for treatment to help me try to clear the virus from my nerves."

  The damage to her nerves is not physical damage. It is because some viral garbage cannot be eliminated and dragged down the nerves.

   This situation is very special and equally difficult to treat. Even if she is an exorcist herself, she is helpless.

   But if the bank is willing to give her a chance, especially in the United District, there will be a way, at least give her a try.

   "Deputy Captain Dickinson, you should know that neurotherapy has always been a difficult problem in the transcendent realm. Your condition has been diagnosed as unsuitable for treatment by the medical department, and forcible treatment will completely collapse your nerves.

   "The bank transferred you to the security department to make appropriate arrangements to avoid unnecessary wear and tear and waste of talents."

   electronic synthesizer said again, still without a trace of emotion.

   This reminded her of her education that in the face of the interests of the bank, everything is done according to the rules, according to the will of the superiors, and not just because of personal desires.

  Judy was silent again, and looked down at her hands, which were always holding various machines. She was the sharpshooter in the team.

   Just leave the Mobile Task Force? Transferring to the security department like this will definitely not protect important personnel.

   And because she has a virus in her head, it won't take long for her to be transferred to security, and she may be transferred to the next, more unimportant post, or even stationed in the northern agricultural area.

  No, I can't leave like this... Mobile Task Force Wilderness is the place where she had longed for and planned to fight for the bank since she was a child... Death Ramble Team, where there are her friends, her comrades...

   In the battle of the Qing Suppression Forest Regiment, some people died, Byrne died, Irene died, Necker died...

   Those familiar faces flashed in front of Judy's eyes. From ordinary team member to vice-captain, she has had many partings in the past few years, but none of them have been as serious as this time.

   Some people are her contemporaries, friends she has known since the incubator.

   She doesn't want to leave, and staying in the death row walking squad is no longer a matter for Judy Dickinson alone.

   "I have contributed to the bank." Judy couldn't help expressing her inner plea, "I deserve a chance for treatment."

"Children of the bank, you have been with the bank for 20 years, thank you for your contribution, that has not been forgotten. But the bank mother has given you far more than you have given, and this personnel transfer is to protect you. ."

   "No, no..." Judy murmured, "I deserve a chance..."

  She became an extraordinary person at the age of eighteen, and she was dying for the bank every day, never thinking about her own business.

   The return she brought to the bank mother should not be only this, and the bank mother would not treat her like this.

   It's the reviewers behind this electronic face, they're fascinated and distorted the meaning of the bank mother...

   They can't just give her up, they can't throw her into some trash can.

  Judy-Dickinson, a bank kid, a bank mother wouldn't treat her like that.

   "I need a chance," Judy kept saying, "I'm not done, I need a chance."

   "Deputy Captain Dickinson, your appeal has been processed, and the result of the processing is to maintain the original transfer. Thank you for your return to the bank mother, and I hope you will continue to contribute."

   After saying this, the electronically synthesized face on the communication screen disappeared, and the jury room was silent.

  Judy sat in the chair for a while, but didn't shout like the man just now.

   She stood up, opened the door of the review room and walked out. Suddenly, an unstoppable thought came to her mind: go to the street to find a doctor, there are neurotherapists on the street, the tripod area, and the neurosurgery of the Dongtu people...

  The street, where she originally came from, was a place that kept causing trouble for the bank and disrupting the order of Liuguang City.

   At this time, Judy saw a man walk out of the previous review room in despair.

   She happened to know that person, Helan from the Thunder Storm Squad, a warrior profession. They slaughtered another Wilderness Tribe Ronin Society. I heard that there were serious casualties. Has Helan's nerves been damaged as well?

   "What's the matter, PTSD?" Judy walked over and asked, a little wondering, but her voice was still cold.

"My nerves are broken." Helan said, with a shaggy face and a dull expression, "The prosthetic body can't be used. Judy, I was kicked out. They asked me to be the driver supervisor in the cargo area, which is to manage the freight. dude's."

   Helan showed a complicated smile, like a sneer, but also a mockery, "A big freighter."

   "They told me that I'm going to be a security guard..." Judy said hoarsely, "I'm going to complain to the United District again..."

   "Judy, don't be so naive, okay? The United District will ignore us pawns. Your appeal will never pass, and it will be dismissed immediately. Can you go to the United District, who can you call?"

   The more Helan said, the more frustrated he became, and the more he broke down. "It's over, it's over. The bank mother gave up on us. Haha, the street said it right this time. How important we thought we were, it wasn't at all."

   "It's just that some people are corrupt, and it has nothing to do with the bank mother." Judy suddenly said solemnly, "If it wasn't for the mother, you and I would have starved to death in the street, Helan, everything we have is given by the mother."

"Judy, the bank wants us to think this way." Helan's words became more and more rebellious, as if his thoughts were infected with a virus in the streets or in the wilderness, "Don't we never work, why are all given by our mothers? ?"

   He kept sneering, "Isn't it us who rushed in the wilderness, or those who were feasting in the garden!"

   "Helan, you're going too far." Judy said slowly, "You might really need a break."

   "That's what you said." Helan looked at her playfully, "Then you can also be a security guard, it will save you trouble."

   At this time, there were other people passing by in the corridor, and both of them stopped talking.

   Until the surroundings were quiet, Judy asked softly, "Good neurologist on the street, do you know any passers-by?"

"Stop dreaming." Helan didn't hold any hope in this regard, and didn't want to talk to her about such topics, "If we can be cured, the bank will give up on us? Six-speed gears are rare, Judy. …”

  Judy watched Helan drag her staggering steps towards the elevator. She stood in the corridor and didn't move for a long time.

   She suddenly thought of the death row walking squad, DeadCladeWalking.

   This comes from the paleontological term "dead branch walk", which means that although a monophyletic group escaped mass extinction by luck, it still failed to grind to the recovery period, and finally still could not escape the doom of extinction.

  Judy Dickinson, walking on death row.

   Thank you, the tower that can't be beaten by the knife hit 10,000 gold coins to become the helmsman, thank you!

   (end of this chapter)