Stop it Cybermen, it's full of gamers

Chapter 187
Short, thick beard, messy hair, dull eyes.

He went around talking crazy things with no meaning, and then passed out drunk in his own vomit.

Fortunately, this is not their goal.

But their goals are not much better.

Right next to the unconscious drunk, there was a half-drunk man lying upright against the wall.

His face showed an unhealthy pallor, as if he had overindulged himself, and even the sun looked green.

The man got up with difficulty and took a sip of wine.

When the wine flowed into his stomach, he fell down softly and fell asleep with his head covered.

"Hey," the half-drunk female researcher patted the half-drunk man's face, "It's really you! When I just entered... into the Beauty Bar, I saw you... lying here. I thought you were just growing up. It has to be... similar."

"Uh, uh?" The man breathed out a breath of alcohol, "Who is it? Don't hit me, stop hitting me. I'll leave right away."

"Wake up!" The female researcher unsteadily pulled out a slender built-in prosthetic body from her arm and fired an electric arc at the man.

crackle!

"Ah!" The man screamed and covered his face.

His eyes gradually became clearer.

"It's you, you're still alive!" The man felt extremely uncomfortable when he was excited.

He staggered to the corner and kept retching.

"How... did you become like this?" the female researcher asked.

"It's great that you are still alive," the man's stomach contained only gastric juice except wine. "You escaped from the devil... gang."

"They saved me."

The female researcher supported the man and showed him the four players around him: "They are Feitian... Feitian... people from the Feitian Potato God Cult."

"What is the Big Potato God Cult?" The man suspected that his ear nerves had been corroded by alcohol, "The God Cult... is such an ancient word. The City of Giant Spirits is free... so free, even the God Cult... has it! "

He kicked the drunk next to him.

If it weren't for the support of the female researcher, the man would definitely fall down: "Wake up, you will drown in your own vomit!"

The drunkard showed a silly smile and spoke with a big tongue: "My mother... gave birth to me... in vomit... I don't care. She is... a sex doll... and asked me the day before yesterday... last week... I want a cigarette!"

"Then you, Hiccup, just drown yourself... drown yourself."

As the man talked, he sat down with his back to the corner, and the female researcher couldn't hold him back.

Tudou Girl stepped forward and supported the swaying female researcher.

At least two people have been found.

Brother Wolf and Smoker looked at each other, then directly picked up one of the man's arms and dragged him forward.

"Let me go... let me lie down."

The two of them would not let go.

Although this man looks like a homeless man, he is still a researcher.

Leave it to his future boss, Dr. Anton, to train him.

"Why is the trauma team's airship here?"

"Yes, I obviously didn't hear gunshots here."

Two passers-by looked at the sky and talked.

The trauma team's airship landed on the street.

There were six heavily armed rescuers inside, running wildly in one direction as soon as they landed.

"Step aside!"

"Get out of the way!"

They mercilessly pushed aside the black households blocking their way.Those black households who couldn't dodge in time could only consider themselves unlucky.

If he gets hot-blooded and fires a shot, the mobile team will soon come over and subdue the attacker.

"Cuihua!" A company employee screamed in the distance, "Cuihua, I love you!"

The smoker took a deep breath and felt that the air around him had become hotter.

Could it be that the person from the company who bought his fake identity "Cuihua" chased him out?
He turned his head and said to Tudou Girl: "Tudou Girl, give me a pair of underwear quickly!"

Tudou Girl rolled her eyes: "Smoker, you sound like a pervert when you say that."

She took out a new pair of large-size underwear from her gaming backpack and handed it to the smoker.

I don’t know which player started this bad habit, but now most players use underwear bought from nearby stores as hoods to cover their faces.

I couldn’t get four pairs of underwear out of my game backpack, and I was embarrassed to say that I was from the Flying Potato God Cult.

What's even more troublesome is that there are always players throwing things around.

Therefore, on windy days in Jiling City, the aborigines on Plum Street and nearby streets can always see a lot of underwear and plastic bags flying together in the sky like migratory birds.

The smoker covered his underwear from front to back, which covered most of his face, leaving only the skin from his eyes to his ears.

"Cuihua, don't leave me, Cuihua!"

The company man shouted desperately: "Cuihua, where are you, Cuihua!"

Tudou Girl said: "Smoker, the red light district is not close to here, how did he find you?"

"Maybe it's telepathy?" Smoker looked at the company people warily, "This is really a bit magical."

"Cuihua, you still left me," the company man twitched and suddenly shouted, "I want this place, what's the use of this piece of meat!"

"Fuck." Smoker's eyes widened.

The company man's expression was distorted. He took out a knife from somewhere and inserted it into his pants.

Blood seeped out of his pants, and the company man was rolling on the ground in pain.

He actually castrated himself on the street in front of everyone!
"It's really fierce," Smoker laughed immorally, "I thought of it, the latest entertainment video is called 'Chickenless Talk'. I want this scene to be the cover."

Six heavily armed rescuers finally arrived and controlled the convulsing company man.

They carried the restrained Company man, along with his little brother's knife, into the trauma team's airship.

"Walk slowly, don't send!"

Smoker whispered.

He watched as the trauma team's airship took off and flew farther and farther through the air.

"Your... life is really... colorful!" the half-drunk man commented.

He was so drunk that he couldn't walk very well. Even if two people supported him, they would feel very heavy.

"I...let me go back..." the man said vaguely, "I want to think, think about philosophy!"

He pointed his finger feebly at the sky: "When I was 12 years old, a little bird raised by my family flew away and flew to the wasteland. I... didn't care, because that was... at that time I have a lot of birds, but... one flew away.

But, when I was 20 years old!I stayed in the research institute... for several months. That day a little bird was by the window... chirping.I have no birds anymore, grown up!I don't keep birds.That little bird looked exactly like the first one that flew away.

I think!Wherever the bird goes, I will... go!I won't wait any longer for that crappy research institute.Don't wait! "

The cute man admitted that his drunk words had a bit of a philosophical flavor.

"Chip...my chip, super artificial intelligence...the devil gang building, those bastards took it away!" The man walked with great difficulty, "Failure...I failed...they can't steal it. That's me... …The research results of my mentor and I!”

[Chameleon]: The whereabouts of the chip are clear.

[New mission: continue to advance]

[Everyone, we found a new clue.A drunkard told us that one of the mission target chips is in the Devil Gang building.There is only one building called the Devil's Gang Building because it is the headquarters of the Devil's Gang. 】

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