Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past.

Chapter 46 Hell
No. 003 never thought that the red world is so ugly.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Half of the body leaned against the wall, and the three hands flew to the roof of the car on the side of the road.

One head rolled into the stinking ditch, and the five legs just landed in the garbage dump.

The intestines splashed onto the glass of the shop on the street, leaving a few dirty marks.

An unlucky guy's heart fell to the ground, and was trampled into minced meat by the fleeing crowd.

Blood dripped from the air and flowed underground, with no gaps between them, all mixed together, flowing under his feet.

He stood quietly, witnessing the hell tearing apart a corner of the world roughly, with a ferocious face and an angry roar.

Unlike the cold and efficient No. 001 and No. 002, he was a little tired.

He hopes to see the blue sky, the black land, the green leaves and the transparent water.

Not just red, red, red.

Eyes are scarlet.

It's a good thing that 001 and 002 have no sense of smell.

The pungent stench made him sick.

The smell of blood, rancidity, and all kinds of excrement were mixed together. After one smelt, I couldn't eat for the rest of my life.

If he had a stomach, he would be throwing up against the wall like the female reporter across the street, as if she was going to dump her entire stomach.

very pitiful.

The wailing of drug dealers before death, the screams of passers-by, and the exploding guns made his ears buzz.

It was as if a thousand little ghosts were pulling at their ears, all screaming heartily at the fragile hole.

No. 001 and No. 002 do not have this feeling. Their outdated auditory system can only be used to receive instructions and signals from the ears.

waste.

No. 003 whispered, hugged the windbreaker and hood tightly, stepped quickly across the pool of blood flowing on the ground, and rushed to the next mission target before No. 001 and No. 002.

He wanted to make a phone call to the girl he had never met, and say something in his heart that he had held back for a long time.

He always had a strong, bad premonition.

In the end he gave up.

This task is extraordinary, and she cannot be involved.

The Kangtao Company cooperated with the Jang Group in South Korea and let the three of them carry out the task together.

Shooting and killing drug dealers in the street is just the beginning of a sinister conspiracy.

Make a noise first, but don't cross the line, use the drug dealer who everyone despises, leave the public with a preconceived image of a "violent policeman", paralyze the company's rivals, and let major news media rush to report live.

Afterwards, they unexpectedly hijacked the hostages, wiped out the NCPD's support, and finally led to the violent terrorist mobile team to defeat these bloodthirsty hunters head-on during the live broadcast throughout the city.

It is conceivable that the killing vanguard who can defeat the violent terrorist mobile team will bring huge profits to the company.

The whole plan was linked one after another, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, hissing and spitting out letters, cold and vicious.

They are nothing more than exhibits that are launched, bloody tools used by capital to make money.

003 sighed, complaining enough.

Then just follow the plan, raise the gun, and pull the trigger at the right time.

Scarlet lights probing around.

He is looking for the target according to the instructions.

In order to attract wider attention, he needs enough hostages.

For example, Bonnie Betancourt, the sole heir of the Betancourt family in Europe.

A veritable Miss Qianjin, whose family is one of the largest shareholders of biotechnology companies.

Biotechnology is the biggest enemy of the Zhang Group, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for many years.

Now, the Zhang family has entered Night City, and biotechnology is gradually showing signs of decline. Everyone knows the truth of beating a dog in the water.

If you want to blame, you can blame Miss Bonnie's fixed whereabouts. She goes to school at Arasaka Academy and takes her friends to eat in the city center at noon every day. It's too easy to attack.

After taking out the little girl's bodyguard hiding in the dark with a knife, No. 003 picked up the binoculars and walked around to confirm the mission target.

Behind him, 001 and 002 cleaned up the corpses, two gross idiots who kept getting blood everywhere.

No. 003 stomped his feet, spattering a little bit of blood.

It's almost time to start.

He transmitted action instructions to No. 001 and No. 002, and rushed out immediately.

He wanted to finish this shitty thing as soon as possible so that he could call the little girl and confide in his bitterness.

No. 001 and No. 002 followed behind him, separated left and right, and ran at the same speed. The corners of the black windbreaker fluttered, as if a crow was flapping its black wings, bringing an ominous death.

They used light grenades to break open the restaurant's gate before alerting the patrolling NCPD.

Among the flying wood chips and glass shards, No. 003 saw the target of the mission—Bonnie Betancourt.

Her friend is pulling her to hide under the table.

"Take it easy, ladies and gentlemen." 003 said as he walked slowly into the restaurant.

Different from the mature voice when using a voice changer and a girl on the phone, this is his original voice, hoarse and unpleasant, a cold mechanical noise.

"Now, you are our hostages, don't do stupid things."

In fact, only one hostage is really needed.

He was just a little tired of killing, so he simply told some lies to avoid further killing.

No. 001 and No. 002 just silently raised the large-caliber firearms in their hands.

They don't have voice capabilities.

No. 003 looked around, feeling like being watched.

He shook his head, grabbed the two little girls lying on the ground, and walked towards the door.

"Let go of me, you monster!"

The blond girl was as wild as she looked, yelling at him loudly.

No. 003 felt that there was something wrong with his auditory system.

He actually felt that the voice of this strange girl was familiar.

He shook his head, put aside the strange girl and Bonnie who had been frightened, pointed his gun at the rest of the diners in the store, and signaled them to raise their hands up and squat down together at the designated place.

These so-called hostages were just props to attract media attention, and he was too lazy to deal with unarmed men, women and children.

He sent No. 001 and No. 002 to the wall, quietly waiting for the arrival of NCPD and various media.

"Don't cry, Bonnie, with me here... we will definitely survive..."

"Sophia..."

No. 003 pulled a wooden chair and sat down, fiddling with a huge grenade in his hand.

Behind him, two frail little girls were crying and cuddling tightly.

No. 003 felt a little tired, although he didn't feel that way at all.

He looked up, facing out the window, but all his attention was on the unique number in the communication list.

"Hello? Uncle! I'm going to class now, let's talk later!"

"Hello? Uncle! I'm going to class now, let's talk later!"

……

He listened to the voice message the girl left for him over and over again, feeling an unprecedented grip on him, trying to pull him into the bottomless abyss.

The sun shone on No. 003's face, but his body was icy cold.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone laughing softly in the wind.

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