Cyber: 3 Intelligence, My Body is 100 Million Points Stronger

Chapter 92
"Good morning, Night City."

A nervous voice came from the TV. Today, our good friend Stanley seemed to be in a bad mood. He was wiping his cheeks with a towel, sat at the table, and smiled awkwardly at the camera.

Rogge is sitting at the bar counter of the next life and eating breakfast. He cleaned up the shop early in the morning. In the deserted next life, apart from Claire and two cleaning waiters, the rest are Rogge and her "Mr. Bodyguard" — Crispin.

Looking up at the projected program, standing behind her was Crispin Whelan who hadn't slept all night.

At this moment, the little pangolin is full of energy to receive the information from the outside.

As one of Rogge's capable subordinates, Crispin certainly has the right to use the information network of the afterlife, but even so, afterlife is no match for big companies in terms of receiving news.

Let’s take a look, let’s talk about what happened last night. It’s a little over seven o’clock in the morning, and Stanley’s program can be broadcast. Yes, it only takes one hour for the big companies to collect a day in Night City. They have all kinds of channels to learn about everything that happens here.

As long as it is passed on and not hidden, there is no one that they will not know.

And what happened last night
Ha, how to hide it?
Can that be hidden?Hidden ghosts, what happened last night is known to the whole Santo Domingo!
No, now, it should be said that the entire Night City knows about it!

The Sixth Street Gang is gone, the Sixth Street Gang is gone!
Not to mention that the person involved has no hidden thoughts at all.

"I'm stupid, I can go fuck it, Rogge, grandpa, he went there alone? He solved Gunnar alone, and Hickman? Those two are on the right track Big shot! He actually killed them all in one night? I believe what you said now, Grandpa Lin Wen is really a big monster!"

Crispin said excitedly.

"Hey, Roger, I have a video here, do you want to watch it?"

"What video? I said Crispin, there is no virus here, right?" Rogge looked at Crispin and asked curiously.

It's not that Roger is worried that Crispin will harm him, it's just that this kid is always careless and sometimes does some stupid things.

"No, how could I show you a viral video?" Crispin rolled his eyes and said, the black fat man stepped forward, pulled a data cable from his wrist, and then connected it to the Rogge, after passing the video data to Rogge, Crispin said while passing it:
"I reckon it was filmed by a lucky surviving guy from the Sixth Street Gang, but it's also because of this video that we can witness the power of the old man with our own eyes. Ah, it doesn't seem right to say that?"

Crispin touched his chin, the scales on his arms fluctuated exaggeratedly, and the eyes under the black mask radiated red light, saying... No wonder his nickname is Little Pangolin, Crispin's eyes are really small .

"After all, I didn't see anything in the video, and the shaking of the picture made the head dizzy, and the recorded effect was super blurry. I don't know which garbage photography device was picked up from the World War II garbage dump, but I can see it. As long as the man with the pistol is the old man."

Crispin said with a smile.

The fat buddy is fat and hearty, but Rogge said that he is always cheerful all day long, just like a big fool.

Roger nodded, and watched the video after receiving it.

After a while, Rogge clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "It really seems like something he can do, that idiot Nagon, he thought he was playing the lucky bullet game, but in fact he was playing the Soviet roulette , playing Soviet roulette with Lin Wen? Morgan will die laughing when he comes!"

"Wait, why is Morgan involved in this matter again?" Crispin was puzzled.

"Because even Morgan doesn't dare to play Soviet roulette with him like this! How many lives are you playing with him like this?" Roger held his stomach, and tears came out of her laughing.

At the same time, on TV, Stanley happened to be talking about the dead man's lottery.

Without the spirit of the past, Stanley shrank his neck and said:
"Last night, a total of 870 people died last night, and more than half of the data came from our good friends, the Sixth Street Gang. Ha, my God, how many years has it been since so many people died in Night City?
In the death lottery this time, several big figures also died, they are--Michael McGinn, Donaldson Hickman, and Will Nagon.

Maybe some people don't know who these guys are, so let me tell you now, these guys who died last night are the boss and number two and three leaders of the Sixth Street Gang, that is to say, the leader of the Sixth Street Gang, Overnight, almost dead! "

"But the specific situation is still under investigation by the NCPD. If you ask me, this matter must be a gangster vendetta. It's a matter of the road. Is it a bit wrong for the police to come forward?" Stanley closed his mouth, but his hands were still scratching. Back and forth, well, to be honest, after a while, this guy started to jump up again.

That's right, standing behind him is a military science and technology company. If he dies, where will the military science's face be put?

Although Stanley was just a guy who was pushed up to attract people's hatred and guide people's grievances, the military department could easily find a replacement for such a person, but if Stanley died, the military department would be slapped in the face to some extent.

Military technology: I can change him, I can, you know?

Roger shook his head with a smile, and then she snapped her fingers, and Crispin hurried up.

"Go and send a message to the people below. During this period of time, the scavengers of Santo Domingo will be fully wanted in the next life. If one is caught, he will receive two bounties, except for the dozens of bounties offered by the NCPD to fool people. , and I can still get 300 from me, first come, first served, there is no upper limit." Roger said with a smile.

Crispin paused, glanced at Rogge's expression, and nodded.

In spite of his carelessness, Crispin is not a rough and brainless person.

He said to Rogge, "I think Grandpa Lin Wen will thank you."

Rogge turned his back to Crispin, shook his hand, and lowered his head to eat breakfast. She mumbled, "I don't need his gratitude. I just hope that Night City can be more stable. He is an anomaly. Who I don't know what else he will do."

Dawn, Heywood's Vale,

Sebastian Ibarra sat in the car, raised his fist and yawned, then he looked out the window listlessly.

Raising his hand, the driver pressed the window.

Sebastian looked out of the window, and there was a man with red hair, red coat, golden prosthetic legs and a cockscomb head standing outside his car window. The guy in front of him...not to mention how conspicuous he was.

"Father, Nagon is dead."

"I've already received the message, what a pity, so do you have anything else to do?" Sebastian nodded with a smile.

"I wonder if we should take this opportunity"

"Stop, don't meddle in Santo Domingo's affairs." Sebastian said immediately, his eyes became a little colder, he looked at the other party, and warned: "Don't forget the lessons learned by the Sixth Street Gang."

Seeing the other party standing still, the priest said again: "Or is this what your boss meant?"

"I mean it myself."

"Then let's get rid of this idea. This matter is far from as simple as you think. I have already talked to the boss, and he agreed with my idea."

"Don't meddle in Santo Domingo's affairs, and don't mess with the marginalized family, understand?"

"Okay, I'll go back and tell you." The guy nodded and said respectfully.

Seeing this, the priest waved his hand, and after the driver pulled down the window, the priest even sighed.

"You also said it wasn't what your boss meant. Since it wasn't, what did you tell me?"

Sebastian has a headache.

A dragon crossing the river appeared in Night City, and began to show its power, the local snake. Should I choose to resist or cater to it?

Roger has already made the answer.

Thinking of this, the priest suddenly wanted to talk to Roger.

Lin Wen Lorant. Who the hell is this guy?

Tokyo, night.

Away from the bustling downtown area, sitting on a Tongtian building outside the city,

A tall "young man" wearing sunglasses and a suit turned around the seat. He played with a data video in silence. On the luxurious table in front of him was a glass cabinet full of In the middle of the ice cube exuding cold air was a black metal box the size of a fist.

He quietly played with the data chip without saying a word.

Behind him was a huge monster made of steel.

Just looking at the outside, it's hard to imagine that this guy can be called a "human being". He stood there, scanning the surroundings with a pair of scarlet prosthetic eyes, clinging to the corner without saying a word.

It's like a machine.

After a while, the phone on the desk rang, and he reached for the phone, and he looked at the number on it.

Taking a deep breath, he took off his sunglasses, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and with anxiety, he stood up and connected the phone.

"Hey?"

"What do I want?"

Soon, the excitement in his eyes turned into anger, and he said loudly:
"So how did those bastards die? Tiger! I gave you so much power and supported you so much, and then you can't even do this little thing, right? Or do you want me to Go to Night City in person, and then go to find information for such a trivial matter?"

With a wave of his arm, he then said loudly: "Since you also know that you are wrong, why don't you hurry up and find the answer to the problem?!"

"I am wrong, can you make up for it?"

"Yes, what I want is his information, but you spent several hours, and besides telling me the name of an organization, you didn't even give me his photo, name, and age!"

"I won't give you too much time. If I don't get what I want after two days, you will know what to do when I come to Night City."

"Now, go away!"

Putting down the phone, the "youth" rubbed the center of his brows. The black box in the glass freezer was so conspicuous in the white and blue. He looked at the black box, then suddenly stepped forward, and stretched his hand into it.

Holding the black iron box tightly, his palms were stiff and painful from the cold, but he had a calm face.

"so."

"Will it be you?"

"Could it really be you?"

After a long time, he pulled his hand out, pulled a clean towel, and began to wipe his cold red palm.

On his back was pinned a delicate and beautiful silver pistol, on which were engraved four Chinese characters - grinding through iron inkstone.

Steel like a dragon,

my heart Will Go On.

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Lin Wen's little fan came out.

　Thanks to book friends: 1500 points from Smile Liuguang, 500 points from Dongfang Wubu, 100 points from the trash can, 500 points from librarian Desheng, and 100 points from Yi Yi. 2019051-point lady, 200-point lady from 100, 100-point lady from Baijiao, 1500-point lady from Qianyuemao, 1000-point lady from Lao Zombie, 1000-point lady from ALECmercy, Starry Sky The 100-point mother who was rewarded by Starlight, and the [-]-point mother who was looking for love rewards in the alley.

　　There will be a big chapter later.

　　
　
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