NIKKE, when the stars bloom

Besides, we have to consider the time of the interrogation..."

“Huh~”

Wolum thought about it, took out his cell phone, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"I've got a good idea."

……

……

“Hey, hey hey hey!”

"Tsk, what are you doing! Can you please stop pushing me? I'm about to start a team fight!"

"No, look at that guy over there, is that Noyce?"

"Didn't you hear me say that we're going to have a team fight soon? And No... Noyce?! Where is he?"

Tonight, Alpha Street successfully welcomed its most lively night since its establishment.

Noyce, the popular singer who is very popular in the entire Ark, actually drove her customized supercar here, and brought with her thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

For a moment, the Alpha district, where transportation was not well developed, was completely paralyzed.

Noyce, who caused the commotion, was now forced into his beloved car. Looking at the endless wall of people around him, he felt extremely regretful.

How can this be?

She would usually drive out by herself, but she had never encountered such a situation where she was stuck in traffic.

The girl, feeling as if she was in trouble, had a sad face, leaned on the steering wheel, took out her cell phone and started talking.

Noyce: [I'm here, where are you now? ]

Volom: [I'm on the road. There are too many people on your side. I can't get through. Can you find a way to get out? ]

Noyce: [I, I'll think of a solution.]

Noyce: [Why weren't you surrounded? ]

Volom: [Me? I came here by taxi.]

Noyce: [……]

……

……

Red Water Lily Nightclub.

Phoenix, who successfully entered the nightclub from the back door, followed the instructions of a certain artificially mentally retarded "entity" and brought Wallem to the stairs below the second floor of the nightclub like a regular customer.

Unfortunately, the bartender standing at the entrance of the corridor ignored his sophisticated attitude and focused all his attention on his mask.

"The second floor is the VIP area, you two..."

Boom!

Unfortunately, Phoenix also ignored his obstruction, walked straight forward, and then threw a punch, knocking him to the ground.

Sure enough, it is more comfortable to deal with these gang members than to play tricks on Ingrid, Anderson and others.

Looking at the bartender lying on the ground with his eyes blurred after being beaten, someone sighed, squatted down, pulled the radio headset out of his ear, and rubbed the earplugs on his cheap suit.

Then, Phoenix, wearing a headset, "gently" punched the forehead of the Chi'an Gang bartender, giving him a sweet dream while trying his best to ensure that this person would not be held accountable by their boss afterwards.

If their boss still has the ability to hold people accountable afterwards.

Click, click...

After dealing with the not-quite-pitiable bartender, the two of them went up to the second floor one after the other.

What comes towards you is a long corridor with several doors of different sizes on both sides of the corridor, such as the double sliding doors of the ballroom, the electronic doors of the office, the sensor doors of the kitchen, and so on.

Even with the aid of a consciousness map that allows him to see what's inside each door, Phoenix still can't escape the fate of knocking on every door.

Because they had no idea what the leader of the Chi'an Gang looked like.

so……

He had no choice but to put the members of the Chi'an Gang in a difficult position, hoping that they would cooperate with his work and not be like the poisonous snakes that would not surrender information until they were whipped.

Went out for dinner with family

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I am a bit introverted and prefer to talk to myself on weekdays, so I might as well start a chapter to answer some questions from book friends in the comment section.

As for the group, I don't have much management ability, and I'm also afraid that there will be only three or four book friends joining the group, and they will just stare at each other, which will be awkward.

If you really want a group, just leave a 1 between these two sentences. If there are more than ten, I will create one.

As for the collaboration with NieR and 2B, it’s mainly because I’m not familiar with the plot of NieR (this doesn’t stop me from liking 2B), and I’m also worried that I won’t be able to handle the abruptness and disharmony of this kind of collaboration, so I’ll wait and see for now.

The overall tone of the book was originally intended to be about daily life, Shura Field, and some main plot, but it seems that because of the problem of the introduction at the beginning and the problem of the introduction being too long, I accidentally tricked book friends who like to watch battle anime into it (scratching my head in embarrassment)

So I will add some more fighting and killing elements into the original outline in an attempt to retain it, but overall I still want to tell a story about getting along with Nikki.

The original intention of opening this book is because my blood pressure rose when I watched the operations of the game protagonist. In addition, the official writing on the character of Nikki was too little, and the quality of the favorable plot was uneven, without a beginning or an end, making it difficult to create a flesh-and-blood character.

(The only two characters with good characterizations, I personally think, are Anis and Burnim. If you look back at the whole story, the characterization of Rabbi is also very strange.

For example, the overall image of him is a determined soldier, but when he and Yinhua and others were on a mission, he accidentally killed civilians and suddenly lost his temper and secretly left the scene halfway, regardless of the safety of Yinhua and others. It was quite outrageous.

It's just like the screenwriter suddenly developed a literary illness and was delighted with himself.

Not to mention Nian, because of the overlap of his role as a sarcasm with Anis, he ended up playing a role of the three great families like a lackey.)

PS: I personally like Alia’s story very much, it has the flavor of an old-school romance show.

The plot of NIKKE has revealed a strong flavor of whitewashing until Chapter 24. It's almost been a year, and except for the poor mass-produced Nikki and the civilians who kept dying, meaninglessly, no one else, including the villains, died.

For example, Shuen, who is hated by most people, and Krau, who is sure to have carried out terrorist attacks, are not dead.

(There is a foreshadowing that Shuen hates Nikki. I can see that it is probably related to the safety of her parents' lives. From the fact that Shuen is very protective of Laplace, it can be inferred that the nonsensical hero is obviously the unfinished technological legacy of her parents, and when her parents died/disappeared, Nikki failed to protect them.)

(As for Krau, he was definitely planning to get away with it. He blew up a train and killed a whole car of people. He blew up the elevator of the Ark, but he didn't die. It seems that the cost of crime in the Ark is really very, very low.)

Dowan, who was involved in the internal strife, did not die, EH forced no sacrifice, and Viper survived with outrageous, perfunctory and illogical reasons.

The power of the miniature bomb tied around his neck is a joke. Shuen is clearly set to be the most talented scientific researcher in the Ark (as can be seen from the various weird Nikki black technologies of Missilis, especially the Metis troops, which are like three transformable Kamen Riders, which is far from the truth).

I have said a lot of complaints about the plot, but in short, I just want to make it clear that these incredible plots will never happen to me.

I'm gone. I have an all-night show with my childhood friends. We haven't gotten together for a long time.

group

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Chapter 49: Who is this idiot?

Boom boom boom!

Click!

In the private meeting room on the second floor of the nightclub, before the polite knock on the door could elicit a response from the owner, the sound of the old-fashioned door lock rudely interrupted the elegance of the men and the laughter of the women inside.

In the room of more than a hundred square meters, more than a dozen people, some drinking, some playing dice, some singing, some smoking, stopped what they were doing one after another and turned their eyes to the door at the same time.

"excuse me."

Click!

When the masked woman closed the door, the masked man who came uninvited immediately asked gently.

"Who's in charge here?"

After saying that, he began to observe the layout of the room as if he was familiar with it.

Almost everything you see, from the mahogany walls to the walnut tables and stools to the mahogany lamps, is painted with high-quality wood paint in various colors to simulate the gloss of wooden furniture.

Then a little gold foil is added for embellishment, and the perfect light yellow light makes the atmosphere of the whole room have the kind of tone of danger and elegance that only appears in mafia movies.

The designer who designed this house is of very high standard, but it's a pity that the residents who use this house cannot handle it.

"We don't have masquerade parties here, buddy, take your chick somewhere else to get candy."

Behind the desk at the easternmost end of the room, a middle-aged man with a thin face and scars on his neck took a puff of cigarette, smiled and blew out smoke rings, and said:

"Or did you come to us so that we could teach you how to play with your girl?"

As soon as these words came out, Phoenix's eyebrows immediately raised.

They're making fun of people before they even figure out the situation. It seems like the level of the Chi'an Gang is not very good.

"A dog that can't talk is better off keeping its mouth shut."

Later, when he heard that someone dared to make some dirty fun of him, Wolum's temper naturally would not tolerate the other person.

"If you wag your tail and purr a few times, I might consider throwing you a few bones as a reward."

The woman's words are not considered dirty in the list of dirty words, but the content is very offensive.

Not to mention the Chi'an Gang members present, even Phoenix beside her couldn't help but turn his head and look at her.

"Why, can't I curse?"

Seeing that his agent didn't speak up for him, the expression under Wolum's mask suddenly collapsed.

But soon, Phoenix's subsequent attitude made her mood, which was originally rapidly declining, suddenly rise to the sky like a rocket.

"I thought you were going to just do it."

Even though the unscrupulous man had a mask covering his face, his surprised tone still allowed people to imagine his surprised expression at the moment.

"I didn't expect you to be so reserved. How about...I help you get started?"

"Hurry."

As soon as the big star finished speaking, Phoenix stepped towards the coffee table on the right, bent down, grabbed the edge of the coffee table with his right hand, and then suddenly pulled it upwards...

call--

The man lifted up the coffee table weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand, and instantly pinned the two thugs down on the sofa, unable to move.

On the other side, the three Chi'an Gang members on the left finally remembered their identities as gang members when they saw this.

It seems that the two masked guys in front of me are here to cause trouble.

This... has no one dared to cause trouble to the Chi'an Gang for how many years? !

Shocked, the three gang members instinctively pulled out the knives hidden in their clothes...

It was this simple threatening action that successfully helped Volum bypass the restrictions of NIMPH and launch a non-lethal "self-defense" against them on the grounds of "protecting citizens" regulations.

Snapped!Snapped!

The big star rushed forward in two steps, grabbed the right wrist bone of the person closest to her at an astonishing speed, and squeezed it hard, causing the gangster to scream on the spot and be forced to let go of the switchblade in his palm.

The next second, just as the knife was about to fall, Volom's right hand was already in place. His index finger and thumb in the rubber glove accurately grasped the spine of the switchblade, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw it into the palm of another person.

Then,

Another scream followed, and the last of the three was so frightened that he turned around subconsciously, intending to point the knife at the woman who was fierce in words and even more cruel in actions.

Unfortunately, just as he moved the knife towards the other person, a piece of glass ashtray that was not too dirty hit his forehead.

Boom!

The first person in the audience to fall into coma was born.

"Look at your seat. Are you the one in charge?"

Just as Volom was about to make his move, Phoenix, who had overturned the coffee table, had already walked eastward carelessly, leaving the remaining thugs pointing knives at him from a distance.