"At 7:26 last night, Mr. Mo Ying, known as the fugitive criminal with the highest reward in the past decade, appeared on a train operated by Ye's Transportation Company. At that time, he was about to take the train to the Afterlife Bar in Watson District.
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"During the train ride, a brave media person wanted to interview him, but ended up being brutally murdered because he offended the criminal."
"According to eyewitnesses, after killing the media people, the criminal escaped from the train in time, and shortly after his escape, a violent explosion occurred in the train carriage. Fortunately, no casualties were caused. Follow-up investigators said that this was planned together in advance.
A good and vicious case, the current suspect is the fugitive criminal Mr. Mo Ying..."
"..."
"Recently, there have been many large vehicle theft accidents in the Santo Domingo area. In just one week, a total of more than ten large trucks were stolen. Among all the victims, a garbage disposal studio suffered the most serious losses.
A total of six Beamon heavy trucks were stolen..."
"Out of careful consideration of the security situation, NCPD has temporarily raised the threat level in the area by one level, and travelers are advised to protect their personal property as much as possible."
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In the spacious room, the projection equipment on the ceiling projects a clear and colorful TV picture, which is as realistic and realistic as a mirage.
On the clear pixel projection screen, a woman wearing a hot pink uniform with blond hair hanging upside down like a waterfall was seriously reciting today's news report.
On the background board behind her, along with her words, live pictures of each news event were gradually revealed.
If news broadcasts have a "C position" like other programs, then Mr. Mo Ying, who frequently appears on the news background board, is undoubtedly the most popular C position on the news station.
The frequency of his appearances is almost comparable to that of oral news hosts.
Whether it is news from large international news media such as News 54, WNS, or other small mainland gossip channels, recent programs seem to be unable to avoid the term Mr. Mo Ying, as if without such a character, one's own programs are lagging behind the trend.
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Even financial program channels that have nothing to do with this criminal will mention a few words about the grudge between Mr. Mo Ying and Moore Technology, and then start with this, and then talk about how much the stock of Moore Technology has appreciated because of this incident...
Throughout the city, everyone wants to benefit from Mr. Mo Ying.
Nowadays, even if you don’t take a few steps on the street, you can see a hawker with a sneaky dog, waving at you with a lewd smile, saying that he is taking you to see something nice, but he ends up walking into an alley.
Only then did I realize that what the hawker brought out was information about Mr. Mo Ying, and he smiled and asked if you wanted to buy it.
Like "Analysis of Mr. Mo Ying's face shape under the mask", "What Mr. Mo Ying had to say during the interview", "What type of women does Mr. Mo Ying like", all kinds of information are available...
This kind of advertising effect spread so quickly and widely that even the driving force behind the scenes, Moore Technology, probably never thought that this incident would spread so quickly.
It's as if there is a stronger pusher in the dark to push Mr. Mo Ying to become the "most handsome boy" in Night City.
Even Lin Mo sometimes thought that if he surrendered and was not liquidated in the middle, he might be able to transform into a top star.
It is estimated that even top rock stars like Kerry Eurodeen have to step aside in front of him.
So far, many people have gotten what they want, but Mr. Mo Ying has gotten very little.
After watching the news broadcast, Lin Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, turned off the TV, closed his eyes and put his hands on his abdomen, lost in thought.
Behind him, the other team members sitting around a square table were all watching his situation in silence.
Seeing his demeanor, everyone looked at each other and communicated with each other with their eyes.
Lucy, Sasha, Jack, David, Hiroshi Kitagawa, and even Gloria.
All the members of the team gathered here tonight just because of Lin Mo's order to assemble.
The location is the third floor of the small studio building, which is usually used to store various sundries.
In the past, if they wanted to get together, they would usually choose the second floor of the small building, where they would rest and have fun.
If Lin Mo hadn't led them up, except for Gloria, none of the other members would have known that there was such a room for talks on the third floor of the small building.
It's like suddenly seeing a clean and flat piece of pure land in a garbage dump. The location of this room is quite secretive.
After bringing them over, they saw Lin Mo sitting on the sofa without saying a word, watching TV alone, looking like he was deep in thought and couldn't extricate himself.
Seeing that Lin Mo ignored them for a long time, Jack finally couldn't help it. He gave the others a look, walked behind Lin Mo, patted him on the shoulder, and asked in a friendly tone:
"I'm telling Lin Mo, just tell me what's on your mind. Don't take it to heart. The few of us are stuck there, and we're almost at a loss for words."
Lin Mo opened his eyes, his dark eyes were as deep as the night, as if he had not yet recovered from his thoughts.
After a long time, his eyes gradually focused, he turned to look at Jack, and chuckled:
"I'm not worried about anything. I'm mainly thinking about the details of some plans. I don't have a clue yet."
"Then tell us quickly! When you called us here today, didn't you just want to tell us the specific plan?" Jack chuckled and patted Lin Mo's back again.
Lin Mo nodded slightly, stood up, and his whole temperament instantly changed from gentle to as cold as rust.
He pulled over and moved the whiteboard, picked up a marker and started writing and drawing on it.
After a while, a board filled with detailed plans and simple graphics appeared in front of everyone.
Immediately, Lin Mo took out a few more separation chips, each one had a share, and placed them in the hands of each member one by one.
"Everyone, it is an honor to work with you so far. I believe you all know something about this operation, and I don't want to go into too much detail. In short, this mission operation is only about my personal affairs, and the risks will be unprecedentedly high.
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He looked into the eyes of everyone present, gave everyone a moment to think, and then continued:
"We will go against a large international company, a real giant company. Within the plan, I will confront them head-on. I won't say anything more. Your presence here proves that you are willing to believe
I, and I will not betray your trust..."
Everyone sitting at the square table smiled relaxedly.
Lin Mo picked up another laser pointer, turned it on, and moved the red dot on the whiteboard. His face was serious, like a professional teacher, and his whole temperament had become much more mature.
Sasha's eyes suddenly lit up, her prosthetic eye blinked imperceptibly, and a photo was instantly formed in the processor in her brain.
Lucy on the side seemed to notice something. She glanced at Sasha inadvertently and curled her lips in displeasure, but didn't say much.
"Currently all the information has been placed on the chip, but for your future safety, I have selectively deleted some of the information based on everyone's division of labor. Please make sure that only you know your information and do not tell others.
People, this is for your own good."
Everyone looked at the chip in their hands and silently inserted it into their nerve grooves.
"Then, next, I will inform you of the plan in detail."