Night Hacker

   Chapter 97 Honor

  In the small and cramped alley, the surrounding congested buildings obscured the sky and the sun, and water droplets were dripping from above.

  Did, dick, even though the security guards shouted so loudly, the sound of water droplets hitting the tin canopy was still harsh.

  Illusion? The fabricator, the fantasy world, the cyber cowboys, the trap...

   Sophia was just stunned, some words flashed in her mind, and suddenly it seemed like a data stream was set off, and the fantasy script that the fabricator had already constructed in this real area swept in.

  This is a crooked alleyway that is not a straight line, with messy wires above, and random graffiti on the alley walls.

  In an instant, all the lines twisted and changed, interweaving into a space that seemed to have no physical rules.

   A group of Gasboyne personnel huddled in a broken alley not far from each other, and at this moment, there was a brief crash.

In less than a second, when Sophia came back to her senses, she heard the screams of the security guards and the company's employee tour guide at the front. The people in front blocked her vision and she couldn't see clearly, but the smell of blood rushed in the sultry air. .

   "Yakuza Meat Cleaver, step back!" Captain Durham also screamed.

The terrain is too unfavorable for them. The space in this small alley is not even enough for a warrior type superhuman to unfold the casing. If the assassin rushes forward, he will only hit the monomolecular wire net, and because of the problem of ricochet, this is not a problem. Great place to shoot.

  The bloodshot line shot by the hunter superhuman was cut neatly by the meat cutter's Q-level program Rain of Minced Meat.

  The security personnel are all second-programmers, the highest is third-programmers, and they are distracted by the illusion. In this narrow alley space where there is no way to escape, the monomolecular line is like the scythe of death.

   But Captain Durham and the others still used the information storm of the hunter and the hidden weapon of the assassin. However…

   The opponent has a tower builder, and the high wall rises! Their sensory perceptions were distorted, information storms, hidden weapons, and bullets all hit the wrong direction, and a bang, bang, bang, only hit the wall, the wire rack above, and the broken air conditioner.

   Regardless of whether it is an enemy or a tower builder, the high wall of data and information cannot block the physical monomolecular line.

   In the next instant, the orange-yellow blood-stained monomolecular line quickly cut again.

  Boom! Some soldier security guards raised their arms to block, but the steel of the casing arm was cut off, and blood splashed.

   At the same time, a group of old men laughed loudly.

   "Kitano, my monomolecular line is still sharp."

   "It's been a long time since I moved this old bone."

  Sophia watched helplessly, the figures of several security guards not far in front suddenly split into pieces, and the flesh and blood fell to the ground. Those orange-yellow monomolecular lines slashed sharply and died.

   They are not the opponents of this gang of Yakuza in the alleys, even if they are the main superhumans, they are not at all.

   Captain Durham instructed the crowd to retreat while fighting, and scatter to a more open intersection.

   Sophia was stunned. Although she was also behind, it seemed to be just her body's instinct.

   She realized what had happened, and she was churning with anger, daze, remorse, panic, overwhelm.

   "Wilson betrayed me..." She had a thought, "This **** street dog..."

   Sophia was about to run back, but when she looked back, she saw that there were also monomolecular lines approaching from behind, and several more security personnel turned into pieces of meat, and they were surrounded.

  The old Yakuza portraits in shabby silver and black trench coats on both sides of the small broken alley are crazy, laughing and cursing while fighting.

   She had read the materials of Kitano Kazuya before, and now she recognized a little man among them, who was Kitano Kazuya's old father.

   "Bastards, a bunch of bastards!" Old Man Kitano flung the monomolecular line and attacked the defense line again, "Unruly shit!"

   These old Yakuza seem to have returned to the past.

   Their nerves are already old, their strength is no match for the wear and tear of the years, their eyesight is not as good as when they were young, and their body speed is far inferior. At this moment, they are also on the verge of life and death.

With a    slam, Mr. Itada's left hand was chopped off by an assassin's sword, bleeding profusely.

   But the next moment, the old man Kitano stepped forward with a curse and cut the assassin into pieces.

   "Damn, **** it, the fool who worked hard for the bank!"

   "Kitano, you **** leave me a few, I haven't had enough of it yet!"

   "It's a pity that it's not in Kabukicho, there is no rain, only some air-conditioned water, it will not be enjoyable."

   "Do these bank dogs dare to go into Kabukicho to make trouble!"

   Their aged laughter rang louder with the screams of the Gasborn personnel.

  In this era, in this city, the "rules" have become less and less caring, and young people are becoming more and more outrageous, destroying what they have created with only a little bit of pride.

   They do not say that they are righteous.

   But there is a scale in the heart of blood eaters, and there is also a scale in their hearts, some things should not be done, and some things should be done.

  Their rules, their honor, are guarded by themselves.

  Seven old ghosts, today re-blooming Yakuza's polar light.

  Sophia looked around, and the strange object pistol in her handbag could not cope with the situation in front of her.

   When she saw something, she suddenly felt agitated. Taking advantage of the few remaining security guards to drag those old ghosts, she ran in to a small crooked staircase next to her, "Go to the rooftop!"

   She ignored the battle situation behind her, stumbled and stumbled, her feet in high-heeled shoes twisted and almost fell down the stairs, and she continued to run upwards in a more and more panicked manner.

  She's going to the rooftop, ask Gasboy to send a helicopter to pick her up, get out of this ghost place, go...

   "Go away, go away!"

  There are also townspeople going up and down the narrow and shabby stairwell. When I meet Sophia, a beautiful lady in a high-end black evening dress, I can't help but look at it suspiciously.

   At such times, Sophia waved the revolver to frighten them away, and did not dare to entangle them, and immediately continued walking.

   Her satellite phone can't be called, and there has been no signal since just now, this area seems to be blocked from signal...

   Go to the rooftop and there will be a signal on the rooftop!

  Sofia was hot and cold all over her body, and her extremely complicated mind kept hitting her.

  The lively sound was faintly heard from the roof, but this winding and broken staircase seemed to never end.

   Until the hustle and bustle got closer and closer, there was light coming from above, it was almost there, she had already seen the entrance and exit of the stairs on the rooftop.

   But there was a tall man with short black hair leaning by the door of the rooftop, wearing a smiling face mask of a cyber cowboy, as if he had been waiting for a long time, a young voice said:

   "Miss Sophia, it's fine, you found me."

  …

   After a long and safe journey, the fishpond team entered the streets of Jianggu District.

  Gu He sat on the back of the pickup truck and watched. The urban style here is most similar to Kabukicho, but there are more tall buildings and some super-giant skyscrapers soaring into the sky.

   And at the traffic light intersection, there is always a large group of office workers with briefcases and formal clothes standing beside the zebra crossing.

   Kitano Kazuya’s family lived in this area before, so he must be one of those members.

   Here, there are many more decent-looking people on the streets than in Kabukicho, and it is a so-called middle-class area.

   At this time, the convoy stopped at a roadside, and Lorna asked Kumiko Ayane: "Where do we go next?"

   "There are new changes in the situation, go to Daxing Walled City, Chengzhai District, and we will deliver the goods there."

   "Kumiko, this is different from what I said before. The Chengzhai guy is holding a festival today, and I don't want to join in the fun."

  Gu He heard it in the car here, and was a little uneasy, "Miss Caiyin, don't we just deliver something?"

"Right now, we're delivering the goods." The off-road vehicle next to him lowered the window, Kumiko Ayane turned to look at him and said to him, "Lorna, let me drive that car, your life is over, ours is over. It's not over yet."

   "Damn." Lorna still didn't get out of the car, and muttered helplessly: "I owe you all the favor, all these **** guys."

   "Miss Caiyin, do you know what Miss Chiba is thinking?" Gu He couldn't help asking.

   "It's okay to tell you, you'll know today."

Ayane Kumiko nodded, "Ms. Chiba has a letter from her in the chip she sent me, and I have also asked the Walled City Council. They have been looking for our fish pond to work, and this time the council also urges We can support Miss Chiba."

   She paused, "Miss Chiba is a member of the Recovery Pioneer Association and is worthy of help."

   "Ah, so it is!" Sakai Huaqing squeezed out a little excitedly, "Miss Chiba really isn't a Santo dog!"

  Lorna sighed, and seemed to know what this organization was.

   "Revival Pioneer Club?" Gu He asked suspiciously.

   "When you were a wild dog in the wilderness, didn't you see the revival tribe?" Lorna asked back.

  Gu He listened to their explanation right now, the Recovery Pioneer Association is a tribal organization that actively wanders in the wilderness outside the city like a gypsy, in order to break away from the control of the New World Bank, it has many members, and it is an organization that has been around for some years.

  The Pioneers of Recovery are named after the prophecy that the eleventh century will be an era of recovery, and they call themselves "Pioneers of Recovery".

  There is wine, there is drama, there is food, and there is humanity.

  Because the Resurrection Pioneer Association is particularly good at making up and performing, and sometimes takes over these tasks, today's festival in the Walled District asked them to help, including Chiba-Gibson.

   "Ms. Chiba joined Santo for the Walled District before, and today she also leaves Santo for the Walled District."

   Caiyin Kumiko said again that she knew that Gu He didn't understand much, so she explained:

   "Consortium companies like Santo will find people on the streets to recruit people, and they will use any means.

"And someone who looks as beautiful as Miss Chiba and has extraordinary talent is a valuable asset in itself. She was discovered when she was eleven or twelve years old, and was coerced and lured away by Santo's extraordinary talent scout. . She has learned a lot, been packaged, built, and cultivated to be a person who is loyal to Santo."

  Lorna frowned when she heard this, she once had some "opportunities" to go to Santo as the daughter of bone and blood, it was ridiculous...

   "In that letter that Miss Chiba wrote to me, there was a sentence that touched me very much."

  Ayin Kumiko's eyes flickered, as if she was talking about Miss Chiba, and she was talking about the former Qingyan.

   "I have played many roles in my life, but what I want is to be myself."

   Ask for a ticket, ask for a support duck~~~

   (end of this chapter)