In the narrow dilapidated alley, the surrounding crowded buildings blocked the sky and the sun, and water dripped from nowhere above.
Tick, tick, tick, even if the security personnel shouted so loudly, the sound of water droplets hitting the iron awning was still harsh.
Fantasy? The fabricator, the illusion of the heart network, the gang of cyber cowboys, the trap...
Sophia was just stunned. Some words flashed through her mind. Suddenly, it was like a flow of data was set off, and the fantasy script that the fabricator had already constructed in this real area swept over.
This is a crooked alley that is not straight, with messy wires above it and random graffiti on the alley wall.
In an instant, all the lines twisted and changed, intertwining into a space that seemed to have no physical rules.
A short distance away, a group of Gasboin personnel crowded in the dilapidated alley were momentarily distracted.
In less than a second, when Sophia came back to her senses, she heard the surprised screams of the security personnel and the company employee tour guide at the front. The people in front blocked her view and she could not see clearly, but the smell of blood filled the sultry air.
.
"Yakuza meat cutter, back off!" Captain Durham also yelled.
The terrain is too unfavorable for them. The space in this small alley is not even enough for a warrior super to unfold the casing. If the assassin rushes forward, he will only hit the monomolecular network, and because of the problem of ricochet, this is not a problem.
Great place to shoot.
The bloody thread shot by the Hunter Extraordinary was sliced cleanly by the Meat Slicer's Q-level program, Rain of Minced Meat.
The security personnel are all second-programmers, and the highest are third-programmers, and they are distracted by the illusion. In this narrow alley space with no way to escape, the monomolecular line is like the scythe of the god of death.
But Captain Durham and the others still used the hunter's information storm and the assassin's hidden weapon throwing. However...
The opponent has tower builders, and the wall is rising! Their sensory perception is distorted. Information storms, hidden weapons, and bullets all hit the wrong direction. There are bangs, bangs, bangs, but they only hit the wall and the wire rack above.
and broken air conditioners.
Regardless of whether it is the enemy or our own tower builders, the data wall cannot block the physical single molecular line.
The next moment, the orange-yellow and blood-stained single molecular line quickly cut through again.
Bang bang! A warrior security guard raised his arm to block it, but the steel of the casing arm was cut off, and blood immediately spattered.
At the same time, the laughter of elderly men rang out.
"Kitano, my single molecular line is still sharp."
"It's been a long time since I moved my old bones."
Sophia watched with helpless eyes as the figures of several security personnel not far in front suddenly split into several pieces, and their flesh and blood spilled to the ground. Those orange-yellow single molecular lines crossed sharply, indicating death.
They are no match for this gang of Yakuza in the alleys, not even their main job, the extraordinary ones.
Captain Durham directed everyone to retreat back while fighting, and disperse to a more open intersection.
Sophia was stunned. Although she was also throwing in the towel, it seemed to be just the instinct of her body.
She realized what had happened, and her heart was filled with anger, confusion, regret, panic, and feeling overwhelmed.
"Wilson betrayed me..." she had a thought, "this mongrel street dog..."
Sophia was about to run back, but when she looked back, she saw that there was also a monomolecular line approaching from behind, and several security personnel were turned into pieces. They were surrounded.
The old Yakuza men in shabby silver and black windbreakers on both sides of the small alley were like crazy, laughing and cursing while fighting.
She had seen Kitano Kazuya's information before, and now she recognized a little man among them, who was Kitano Kazuya's old father.
"Bastards, a bunch of bastards!" Old Man Kitano shook the monomolecular line and charged at the defense line again, "Unruly bitches!"
These old Yakuza seem to have returned to the past.
Their nerves are already old, their strength cannot withstand the wear and tear of time, their eyesight is not as good as when they were young, and their physical speed is far inferior. At this moment, they are also on the verge of life and death.
Suddenly, Mr. Itada's left hand was cut off by an assassin's sword, and he was bleeding profusely.
But the next moment, the old man Kitano cursed and stepped forward, cutting the assassin into pieces.
"You bastard, damn it, you idiot who worked so hard for the bank!"
"Beiye, please give me some fucking time, I haven't had enough yet!"
"It's a pity that we are not in Kabukicho. There is no rain and only some air-conditioned water, which is not enough."
"How dare these bank dogs enter Kabukicho to cause trouble like this!"
Their old laughter was loud along with the screams of Gasboin's men.
In this era, in this city, no one cares about "rules" anymore, and young people are becoming more and more shameless, ruining the little things they have created that they can be proud of.
They don't say that they are benevolent and righteous people.
But there is a scale in the hearts of the blood eaters, and there is a scale in their hearts. There are some things that should not be done, and some things that should be done.
Their rules and their honor are up to them to guard.
The seven old ghosts are blooming with the ultimate light of Yakuza again today.
Sophia looked around confusedly, and the rare object pistol in her handbag was unable to cope with the situation in front of her.
When she saw something, she suddenly became excited. She took advantage of the few remaining security personnel to drag the old ghosts, and ran to a small crooked stairway next to her, "Go to the rooftop!"
She no longer paid attention to what was going on behind her, and stumbled and staggered. Her high-heeled feet twisted and almost fell down the stairs, and she continued to run upwards with more and more panic.
She wanted to go to the rooftop, ask Gasboy to send a helicopter to pick her up, leave this hellish place, and go...
"Go away, go away!"
There were also city guys going up and down the narrow and shabby stairwell. When they met Sophia, a beautiful young lady in a high-end black evening dress, they couldn't help but look at her in confusion.
At this time, Sophia waved her revolver to scare them away, not daring to make any further entanglements, and immediately continued walking.
Her satellite phone cannot make calls. There has been no signal since just now. The signal seems to be blocked in this area...
Let’s talk about going to the rooftop, there will be a signal on the rooftop!
Sophia's whole body felt hot and cold, and extremely complicated emotions kept attacking her.
Busy sounds could be heard vaguely from the rooftop, but this winding and narrow staircase seemed to never end.
Until the noise was getting closer and closer, light came from above, and she was almost there, and she had already seen the entrance and exit of the rooftop stairwell.
But there was a tall man with short black hair leaning against the door of the rooftop, wearing a smiling face mask of an Internet cowboy, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and a young voice said:
"Miss Sophia, things are going well. You found me."
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After a long journey without any danger, the fish pond convoy entered the streets of Jianggu District.
Gu He sat on the back of the pickup truck and watched. The urban style here was most similar to Kabukicho, but there were more tall buildings and some super-giant skyscrapers.
At traffic light intersections and zebra crossings, there are always a large group of office workers carrying briefcases and wearing formal suits.
Kitano Kazuya's family used to live in this area, so he must have been one of those people.
Here, there are many more decent-looking people on the road than in Kabukicho. It is a so-called middle-class area.
At this time, the motorcade stopped at a roadside, and Lorna asked Ayane Kumiko: "Where are we going next?"
"If the situation changes, go to Daxing Walled City in Chengzhai District and we will deliver the goods there."
"Kumiko, this is different from what we promised before. The city guys are holding a festival today, and I don't want to join in the fun."
Gu He heard this from the car and suddenly became a little uneasy, "Miss Caiyin, aren't we just going to deliver something?"
"Now it's time to deliver the goods." The off-road vehicle next to her lowered its window. Ayane Kumiko turned to look at him and said to him, and then said: "Lorna, let me drive the car. Your life is over, ours
Life is not over yet.”
"Damn it." Lorna still didn't get out of the car and mumbled helplessly: "I owe you a favor, even these flesh-blooded people owe it to me."
"Miss Caiyin, do you know what Miss Qianye is planning?" Gu He couldn't help but ask.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you, you will all know today."
Ayane Kumiko nodded, "The chip Ms. Chiba gave me contains a letter written by her. I also asked the Walled City Council. They have been looking for work in our fish ponds, and this time the Council also requested
We can support Miss Chiba."
She paused and said, "Miss Chiba is a member of the Recovery Pioneers Association and is worthy of help."
"Ah, that's it!" Sakai Kao squeezed out a little excitedly, "Miss Chiba is indeed not a Santo dog!"
Lorna said oh, and seemed to know the origin of this organization.
"Resuscitation Pioneer Club?" Gu He asked doubtfully.
"Didn't you see the Resurrection Tribe when you were a wild dog in the wilderness?" Lorna asked back.
Gu He listened to their explanation at the moment. The Pioneers of Recovery Association was a tribal organization that was active like gypsies wandering in the wilderness outside the city. In order to break away from the control of the New World Bank, it had developed many members and was an old organization.
The Heralds of Recovery got their name from the prophecy that the Eleventh Age would be an era of recovery, and they called themselves "Heralds of Recovery."
Because they are good at fabricating and performing, they often take on jobs in this area. The Chengzhai District invited them to help with today's festival, including Chiba Gibson.
"Miss Chiba joined Santeng for the Walled City District before, and today she also left Santeng for the Walled City District."
Kumiko Ayane said again, knowing that Gu He didn't understand much, so she explained:
"Consortium companies like Santo will recruit people on the streets and will use any means.
"And someone who is as beautiful as Miss Chiba and has extraordinary talents is a valuable asset. She was discovered when she was eleven or twelve years old and was coerced and taken away by Santo's extraordinary scouts.
.She was packaged and built, learned a lot, and was nurtured into a person who is loyal to Santo Company."
Lorna frowned as she listened. She had had some "opportunities" in the past, and it was ridiculous to become a daughter of Santeng...
"In the letter Miss Chiba wrote to me, there was a sentence that moved me very much."
There was a glint in Ayone Kumiko's eyes, as if she was talking about Miss Chiba, or the Qingyan she once was.
"I have played many roles in my life, but what I want is to be myself."