I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Hua Mian froze for a moment, as if she didn't expect the topic to suddenly shift to herself.

Then she quickly reacted and nodded slightly:

"I know."

"Oh, this is all about you young people. Seeing that you still have something to say, let's talk about it. I will be very happy to see my former students again."

As the old man said, he put down the hand of the past student he was holding.

The student from more than ten years ago met again now, which really made her feel a lot better.

As for his students being rebels?What does that matter to her?

Goo--

The door of the waiting room was slowly closed, and the quiet atmosphere once again filled the room.

"So your name is Mi Ju."

Hua Mian smiled, raised her eyebrows lightly, and looked at the woman beside her with interest.

After hearing this sentence, Mi Ju secretly took a breath.

It's not a good thing to expose your name to people outside the rebel army. I really don't know what her teacher thinks.

She likes the girl in front of her so much?

But Mi Ju still pretended not to care, and responded calmly:

"You can call if you want."

However, Hua Mian was not fooled by her pretending to be calm, she just hooked the corners of her mouth in an unclear manner.

She didn't say anything more.

After standing up and patting the ashes on her skirt, Hua Mian walked out without looking back.

The old man misjudged.

There is nothing to talk about between her and the rebels.

The door closed, and within a few seconds, another woman with sunglasses in a suit walked in.

After the new woman in a suit came in, she glanced around, then bowed her head seriously to Mi Ju who was sitting on the chair:

"Mibu, all the things you want me to investigate are here."

As he spoke, he dragged out a file from Yiyan and sent it to the woman sitting in front of him.

After doing all this, she tentatively said with a dignified expression:

"I heard that Yu Gong revealed our news, so will she betray her?"

Mi Ju glanced at the information handed over by her secretary, put down her raised legs, and simply comforted her:

"It's okay, I've seen her eyes occasionally. This kind of person who has the same hatred for the company as us will not betray."

As soon as the words fell, she seemed to remember something again.

Amamiya Mercury has a different attitude only when he mentions his friends...

If that's the case...

Mi Ju pressed her body forward slowly, and looked at the light blue sensor door not far away.

"Unless..." she said thoughtfully, "someone changed her."

......

Chapter 46 Talking about business

Broken walls full of graffiti, dead neon holograms, faded recycled board, broken wine bottles, homeless people, swearing, and fights.

There is also a young girl strolling leisurely in the old streets.

If she didn't know that she was in the 11th district, Hua Mian might think that she was back in the lower city.

This is River Street, the most chaotic neighborhood in Midtown, the 11th arrondissement.

In Cloud City, every district has its own place for excreting garbage and dirt, and River Street in District 11 is such a place.

River Street is the largest underground market in District 11, where various shady trades circulate.

Black super dream, prohibited drugs, weapons, black prosthetic body...

All kinds of transactions are mixed, and various industries are intertwined. In the end, it has formed the appearance that its own residents scornfully call the lower city.

"Hey?"

Hua Mian held on to the lamp post with a small advertisement on the side of the street with one hand, looked around, and said.

"Darling, Black Panther is here to serve you, what do you need?"

In the communication to the intelligence organization, the sweet female voice responded like this.

Listening to the voice next to her ears, Hua Mian avoided the glass slag on the ground in front of her, took a few steps forward, and lightly put forward her needs:

"I want the address of Maurice Phaidon."

"Wait a moment, this piece of information is worth 500 credits."

After listening to the request, the opposite party was quiet for two seconds, and immediately replied.

After a few more steps, Hua Mian seemed to have thought of something, and added:

"A civilian version of the ice-breaking program is also needed, just a one-off."

In Yuncheng, those firewalls designed to ensure the safety of users are called ice walls.

Ice walls can be seen everywhere, as small as everyone's artificial eyes, as large as the indoor intelligent master control and the company's artificial intelligence.

What Huamian needs to overcome with the ice-breaking program is the firewall in the home of Maurice Phaidon.

Morris was a well-known middleman in River Street, as everyone knew him.

But Hua Mian knew that that guy had another identity——

Specter is a high-level smuggling agent.

The senior executive was in charge of dealing with the defective products that were going to be sold at a low price within the company, so he handed over these items to Morris, and asked him to sell them at a high price on the black market under the banner of psionic power.

Most of the income obtained in this way was handed over to the high-level executive, and Morris could only drink some soup.

But he didn't feel dissatisfied in the slightest about it, even if he could only drink soup, it would be good food.

And ever since he was able to get the goods from the Big Nine, his popularity has increased steadily.

It didn't take long for the whole street to know that he had access to things from the Big Nine.

And Morris's status has also risen.

Now, he's a pretty good agent on River Street.

Others only knew that Morris had the ability to get the goods of the Big Nine, but they didn't know that he was actually a high-level subordinate.

For ordinary people to be able to form a relationship with the middle level of the Big Nine, it is quite a high-ranking relationship.

He could hide himself well. If Hua Mian hadn't seen the monitored smuggling report compiled by the intelligence department before, she would not have guessed that this person had such a relationship.

Moreover, if Hua Mian remembered correctly, the form said that Morris had a lot of good things.

Like... Sombra, and psionic weapons.

After the exhibition match this morning, Huamian and Yugong Mercury have completely offended Shannan Heavy Industries.

And those who let the company lose face, they will not let it go easily.

Hua Mian estimated that it would take more than a month at most, and after the recruitment season in June and July ended, troubles would come to him.

She won't sit still, so she needs to find something to protect herself and Yu Gong.

So, Hua Mian took up this guy's idea.

Of course, as the envy of many businessmen in the black market, Morris must be very concerned about his own safety.

There must be many bodyguards in his home.

But Hua Mian is not an ordinary person, she is a third-level psyker who specializes in attacking life forms.

As long as they are alive, even the reformed people who can't make up a plate of meat will be killed for you.

As for that expensive personal bodyguard robot?

If Morris had the money to buy that kind of thing, he wouldn't be a black market dealer here.

"Darling, the goods you want have been packaged, and there are a total of [-] credit points in Chenghui."

Without bargaining, Hua Mian swiped twice on the screen projected by the prosthetic eye with her fingertips. After confirming the payment, the information and program were handed over to her.

After simply inspecting the products, Hua Mian cut off the communication without even listening to a single nonsense.

She identified her position against the map, then turned around and walked deeper.

......

Maurice Phaidon was a strong northern man.

At least he thought so.

In fact, only his grandfather was a 'former' northerner, because with the cataclysm, the northern side disappeared long ago.

Besides, Maurice didn't look like a big man, with a big beard, bright red skin, and broad cheeks.

The only thing worth noting about him were those blue eyes that had a melancholy poetic look to them, inherited from his father.

But that didn't match his ugly face either.

So Morris went to a beauty salon to have his face changed, that of a simian star and pop singer.

This pretty face is cute, with delicate skin and clear cheekbones. Coupled with the pair of melancholy sapphires, he is like a fallen handsome guy lost in the red light district.

The only fly in the ointment is that this handsome face is not in harmony with Morris's short and fat figure.

But he didn't care, because since he changed his face, good luck has flowed in.

First, he was favored by a big shot in the company, and he was honored to become a dog under that big shot, and then relying on that big shot's influence, he made a living here.

In a short while, he will also have the opportunity to become a big shot, the kind who obediently offers his credit points after just a few words.

Thinking of this, Morris rubbed his hands excitedly.

Then he placed his palm on a shiny black steel panel on the door.

A faint whine sounded, the pitch gradually increased, and then disappeared suddenly, followed by the sound of the magnetic door lock snapping open.

Morris pushed the door open and walked in.

Behind him, two modified bodyguards also followed the employer's house.

The decoration of Morris's house adopts the Nordic style that used to be said in the past, and it is also full of a kind of nouveau riche aesthetics, which is reflected in the large area of ​​gold decoration in the room.

Stepping on the bright red carpet and walking into the living room, Morris lay down carelessly on the white sofa.

He crossed his legs, looking comfortable.

After the bodyguards entered the door, they went to find the colleagues who stayed at home to change shifts. When he was at home, another group of bodyguards stood by him.

He attaches great importance to his own safety, so he has no idea of ​​asking bodyguards to work overtime.

Morris leaned on the sofa like this, grabbed a handful of potato chips on the coffee table in front of him, and chewed them crunchily.

crunch.

crunch... creak.

Chew more slowly.

Finally, he put down the potato chips in his hand and let them fall to the ground.

Morris looked around suspiciously with his small sad eyes, as if looking for something wrong.

His bodyguards have been away for so long, why is there no news at all?

Could it be that there is an intruder?

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted loudly: