Vol 8 Chapter 27: Mr. Blue Eyes

I once thought that a knowledgeable person like Bian Ning must be a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious school. In the end, his answer was: In fact, I have never attended a university-standard high school.
Then I think Lu Zongping looks very scholarly, at least a PhD, but he said: Actually, I haven't studied for a day and never went to school at all.
One is outrageous.
Having said that, they are by no means illiterate. On the contrary, they are very knowledgeable. It can only be said that they are a group of talented people outside the school system. The secular evaluation system does not apply to them at all. And most of them, smart people outside the system, are also the most malicious group towards the system.
Of the well-known hackers in Night City, nine out of ten are from wild roads. These talents are truly rebellious. The global Internet was blown up by the virus they released. Originally wanted to use this to break the capital monopoly, but the result was counterproductive. Unfortunately, in the words of Teacher Bian, they have not yet mastered the real combat effectiveness.
My goal is not to liberate the people, nor is it something I can do alone. What I want to do is to live.
After all, this world is a game. Complete entertainment dispels all inspiring theories and the core of various ideologies. As a player, I just need to play the game well. The most important thing is to make me feel happy. If helping the people makes me happy, then I will help them, and if I feel comfortable when the company dog ​​calls me, then I will also be.
Teacher Bian’s teachings are at least useful. On both sides of the social elite and ordinary people, I choose to stand at the bottom.
Anyway, since I was on TV, probably since then, I have often received some invitations. Company executives, entrepreneurs, city councilors, this gentleman and the lady, this lady and the lady, some of them visit in person, some are email invitations, some are very particular, they will appoint butlers and employees to send invitations . Before that, I didn't know that these wealthy people could party intensively 24 hours a day.
Of course, the visitors are not only celebrities, but also a bunch of merchants and intermediaries who come to sell luxury cars and mansions, and even directly donate hundreds of millions of euros worth of hard-covered villas in Westbrook and even the land ownership of a kilometer around. This really happened, just when the polls showed that my approval rate reached 21.4%.
Then there is the security company. In addition to the veteran Arasaka and military technology, there are also a few newly-started security companies that also want to do my business, but I am in a broken apartment in a skyscraper, and there is no extra space to install various defenses. For weapons, at most an automatic turret can be installed, but that is not necessary. I can protect myself.
Among all the guests, only one left an impression on me.
Because I have seen it before, and at a very delicate moment.
"Hello, madam, everyone knows your reputation from the municipal center to the badlands." Mr. Blue Eye nodded to me reservedly.
The moment he appeared in front of me, I remembered the deep, endless rainy night. When I was in the tight-lipped motel, I witnessed my own death. There is also the man in suit standing on the street not far away, holding an umbrella silently, looking at the hotel room.
And some conspiracies that I discovered after being commissioned by mayoral candidate Jefferson Perales to investigate anomalies in his home.
Let me start from the beginning. After listening, you will know why I care so much about this blue-eyed monster.
Teacher Bian asked me to investigate the cause of the strange death of the former mayor, and before I went to inquire about the news in the next life, Jefferson took the initiative to find me, and he also gave me this commission. As a candidate for mayor, it is normal for him to express some humanistic care to the former mayor. Because of this incident, he and I have gained some friendship.
About my execution ability is well-known in Night City, Jefferson later found me again, this time it was a personal matter.
He invited me to meet in his apartment, which is a good house, and he also has a beautiful Asian wife, a very business-minded woman, and a good helper in the house. No matter how you look at it, he is a successful person. He has an excellent educational background, strong capital and connections. The key is that he is also very handsome and tall. Compared with Deputy Mayor Hult, Jefferson directly took him away from the appearance.
Such a successful person, a high-level person, is surrounded by conspiracy doubts.
He told me that someone had broken into his house and the situation was extraordinary, "I heard the noise that night, so I took a gun and went out. I saw a stranger who seemed to be about to draw a gun, so I shot first. Up."
He didn't remember whether he killed that person. "At that time, my head started to faint and then fainted. By the morning he was gone."
The security company responsible for the security of Jefferson’s house was named. Later this company tried to sell me services. They offered very affordable terms, but I still rejected it because it was not a simple security company, but a An amazing conspiracy, a horror hiding behind the sun and shadows, deeper than the night in the Night City.
I investigated Jefferson's house and found a dark room even the two owners didn't know that there was such a dark room. The company's people have been in the dark room, monitoring them through equipment.
When I followed the surveillance equipment to track the past, I found the signal transmitter on the roof and the signal receiver on the street hundreds of meters away. Short of time, I jumped straight down from the tall building, and kept slowing down in mid-air with the vector spout of the leg prosthesis. When I landed, it was unambiguous, and I went to the signal receiver to investigate after riding on the Scorpion's relic motorcycle.
The eavesdroppers were sitting in a black truck next to the receiver. Seeing me chasing after me, they drove away immediately.
They escaped a few blocks, and finally the truck was parked in an abandoned factory. The gangsters of the vortex gang took care of it. When I knocked everyone down, the mysterious surveillance car fell into my hands.
On the way to catch up, Johnny and I analyzed the origins of these people. They have been rooted in Night City for a long time. According to Jefferson’s wife Elizabeth, they have been in the Night City security business for 15 years, and their businesses are everywhere. , Many big people will find them to be responsible for their own security work. A dishonest security company, through eavesdropping on employers to obtain their handle, this is our first idea.
But the situation is more dangerous than we thought.
The database of the surveillance vehicle stores extremely detailed content, including physical data files, physiological and medical reports, nervous system scans, psychological and mental analysis files of the Perales couple, etc., as well as special implants in their brains. Neural link. This company is tampering with the memories and personality of the Perales couple, but how many other big shots have also purchased their services?
The dignified mayoral candidate is controlled by an unknown force. Who is the real controller of Night City?
It's gentlemen with blue eyes.
I can pack the ticket like this, Mr. Blue Eye is inseparable from the whole thing.
When I tried to download the database of the surveillance car, someone remotely controlled the database and self-destructed. Even if it was me, only one-third of the data was rescued. UU read www.uukanshu. Com these are enough to win the trust of the Jeffersons.
When I told Elizabeth the truth, she asked me to meet at a Japanese noodle restaurant. Then she told me that she found that Jefferson had become something wrong. He seemed to be a different person. His memory was often chaotic, his personality changed, and sometimes he was seriously distracted. Most importantly, there was one "they" who called Elizabeth and threatened her.
Poor Elizabeth, her memory is also seriously missing. She has impressions of many things, but she can't find traces of what happened, and many things she has done have also been forgotten. She begged me not to tell Jefferson the truth, for his safety. The happiness of keeping ignorance may be the best.
Are her words really her own true thoughts? I don't know, I am afraid she does not know either.
No matter what, I told Jefferson the truth.
Before I met Jefferson, I received a call from a stranger.
The moment I picked up the phone, my prosthetic eye malfunctioned, the screen was blurred, flickered, and the signal was lost. The synthetic tone on the phone was telling: we don’t care what you tell him, and it doesn’t matter what you want to do or how you do it, you don’t care. Can not change. We know who you are, we know what you are, we know what you want. You are playing with fire, be careful to play too big to burn yourself.
Someone directly manipulated my neural network. This call did not even have a call record. It is very likely that the other party directly uploaded a message into my brain.
Really interesting, this is the power of the plot. In this case, I understand.
Mr. Blue Eyes, when I was talking with Jefferson, he stared at us not far away, less than a hundred meters in a straight line, which was really arrogant enough.
I hate them, and desperately want to destroy them.