Vol 7 Chapter 979: Cyberpsychiatric is my own

　　 I stayed up all night.
　　 has been running around in the Kabuki district, the little cubs of the Tiger Claw Gang should have heard of such a troublemaker.
　　 There are ten people who died in my hands tonight. There will be about 20 injured, one to two, which proves my kindness to some extent.
　　 Sometimes it's not that I don't want to keep my hands, but bullets are not emotional.
　　 Of course, I personally hope that things will end in such a decent way, but that is completely wishful thinking. A mercenary still doesn't have much face to let the gang listen and stop crime.
　　 I don't like ancient Greek philosophy like Dexter and T-BUG, but in Night City, the life of a mercenary has its own philosophy-when the words are no longer valid, just leave the words to the bullet.
I will like the feeling of being a hacker. I use the scanner to establish a link, hack into the enemy’s LAN, upload the magic puppet in the underlying protocol, and then upload it for quick cracking. In this way, their bodies are under my control. Up.
It can short-circuit their prosthesis, and the high-volt current released can paralyze them in an instant, or directly cause their organs to become disabled and die; they can be overclocked, and the high temperature in a short period of time can cause biological tissues. Burns, directly loses combat effectiveness... If you have to describe all the functions one by one, it is still too redundant, but my wish to become a hacker is very firm.
Since I started to study hacking skills, the battle has become hiding in the dark to secretly release viruses. After the criminals fell down because of the malfunction of the prosthetic body, they went up and searched-and some pretended to be dead. They scared me. I gave them a bullet to make them pretend to be more like.
　　 What can I do in one night? Sleep? Have a drink after supper? Leave these to me in the past. From today onwards, I will be the Night City Volunteer Police, fighting crime and earning rewards.
　　 "Then sleep like a dead pig the next morning?" T-BUG satirized me with a tone of exclamation.
　　 "Necessary sleep can ensure full energy throughout the day." I have always been a reasonable person.
"Then you can sleep at night? What are you doing at night? Why do you want to be a demon outside when others sleep at night? Please hurry up and get your magical powers to get things done. Jack is already there. It’s been left outside the food factory for a day, and we can collect his body later.
T-BUG continued to marvel.
　　 "I have to meet the client first. Let Jack go back first."
　　 "Do you have to hurry up before the deadline to do things?"
　　 "No, no, no, I just need some personal leisure time."
　　 "Leisure time? You mean taking a gun and circling the Kabuki district overnight and picking three places in the Tiger Claw Gang. Is this leisure time?"
　　 "It's really casual."
　　 "V, I really don't know what to say about you, in the night city, you can't offend these gangsters too much."
　　 "Unless I beat them all down. Okay, stop talking nonsense, I'm already at the Liz Bar."
The sister of the gold master in this operation was called Evelyn Parker. She asked me to meet at the Liz Bar. It was the site of the Mox Gang-a gang built by a group of lonely girls. If you dare to provoke, it's usually safe.
　　 Among so many local gangs in Night City, the Mox Gang is the most harmless.
　　 The sister of the guard at the front door of the bar is dressed in a chic and unruly dress, and her navel-bearing outfit has been slit into the southern hemisphere. The oily bionic skin is full of tattoos, which makes it hard not to care. Hair and lip gloss are both brilliant purple-I like this punk.
　　 "Oh, we haven't opened the door yet. Come later."
　　 "I'm looking for someone."
　　 "Then please come later, too."
　　 "Evelyn Parker, do you know each other?"
"she is not here."
　　 I hate inefficient work.
　　 Seeing that there are only seven hours left before the bar opens, I decided to go to the surrounding area to do some tasks-Oh, Jack, I hope you can find a place to squint smartly.
　　 There happened to be a sudden criminal activity just outside an intersection, and I drove over and arrived soon.
　　 was sitting in the car and saw that a few tiger claw gangsters were robbing the shop. The shop owner's body was lying on the counter, his upper body was exposed outside, and the blood kept dripping and slumped on the ground. It seems that I am a little late.
　　Invading the protocol, uploading the magic puppet, uploading the quick cracking--sounds very tedious, but in fact, in just five seconds, all the four gangsters in the shop passed out due to electromagnetic short circuits. I am still sitting in the car at the moment.
　　 took out a handful of new star revolvers from the locker—suddenly remembered that this thing had been complained by the bartender.
　　 It’s really annoying. I’m not the kind of arms expert who is very enthusiastic about guns. I personally evaluate the standard of a gun as whether it is good or not, and whether it can be sprayed with beautiful prints.
　　 Xinxing accompanied me and I was quite old. I also put a love sticker on the handle of the gun, but it was complained.
　　 Explain in advance that the gun will not get stuck because of being scolded by someone--at most, it is the rage of the machine spirit--but the gun can indeed show a person's taste.
　　 Maybe I should change the gun?
　　 There happened to be an Achilles technical precision rifle in the trunk.
　　 It seems so.
I was walking to the crime scene with a rifle. At this moment, the middleman in charge of the work in this area called. Her name was Regina Jones. She looked like a white one-eyed girl-in this age of everyone pretending to be prosthetic. Cyclops is really rare.
　　 "V, did I bother you?"
　　 "Hmm." I fiddled with the body near my feet with my gun.
　　 "There are more and more cyber mental illnesses in the city, maybe you are not surprised, but I care about...there are many reasons."
　　 There was a who seemed to be waking up. I gave him a gun butt, but instead of dizzy, I woke him up, opening his mouth and saying: "You are done, bitch..."
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　　 Regina asked on the other end of the phone: "Are you okay V? I seem to hear gunshots?"
　　 "It's okay, I'm shooting a gun."
　　 wiped the white sneakers on the clothes of the dead, okay, now it turns into red sneakers, "By the way, what's the matter with you cyberpsychiatric?"
　　 "That's it. Some people say that cyber psychosis can be cured. I hope you can help me subdue some patients. Don't worry about the payment. It's definitely worth it. What do you think?"
I am picking up equipment from criminals~EbookFREE.me~ Absent-mindedly accepting it, mercenaries’ work is like animal lice. The more experienced mercenaries are, the more they can attract lice, this is also growing The road.
　　 Regina was very happy, "Well, I will call you as soon as I have news, I hope you can handle it before the Terrorist Mobile Team comes."
　　 One of the criminals brought a double-barrel shotgun, a cherry wood butt, and pink and blue girlish paint. I like the two-dimensional aesthetic of Tiger Claws. It’s cute, isn’t it?
　　 tried to fire a shot into the sky, passers-by shouted, "There are cyber lunatics! Run!" The noise went away.
　　 Regina asked suspiciously, "I seem to have heard something..."
　　 "It's nothing, I hang up first."
　　 The sudden case is processed, a lot of experience has been received, and I have upgraded again. I glanced at the attribute column and assigned it to intelligence.
　　 Oh, my exclusive moment is here again, is this the joy of intellectual evolution? I like it very much.
　　 "Thank you." This sentence was addressed to the tiger paw gang at his feet, and he was shaking and raising the revolver in his hand.
　　 "Goodbye." This sentence was also addressed to him, and I pointed the double-barrel shotgun at his head.
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