I don't want to write down everything that's too bad, especially if I accidentally say something dirty. That would make me look rude. In fact, I have always been committed to being a lady. You know.
Meredith is a careless old woman. She has worked hard in the workplace for a long time and her personality has become weird. I can understand her anger at this time. After all, although the goods belong to the company, if something goes wrong, she has to
She is responsible - not simply taking the blame and resigning, but more likely being directly buried in the sea.
This is the behavior of large companies.
Meredith pointed to a hapless guy and asked me if he was the mole responsible for the connection.
I said I didn't know this person.
The guard nodded, "Truth."
Stout signaled the guard to let go of me and finally let me move around, but he still pointed his gun at me.
That's what honest trading is all about. I'm here for cooperation, not for a fight.
"I just need a little crew cut. This thing is in the hands of the person who robbed you."
"How are you going to deal with them?"
"Grab or buy."
"Well, okay, buy it, but there is a condition, it must be bought with our money."
Stout gave me a credit chip.
“A pleasure to work with.”
The military technology man was about to leave in his car, and the unlucky guy who was caught was stuffed into the back seat. At this time, he shouted: "Don't believe this bitch! She has almost run out of curses and wants to use you as a backseat!"
"
Wow.
I checked the chip a little - there was a virus.
I simply cracked the chip and made a copy before removing the virus. This is a good thing. It is an excellent data package and can be used to upgrade my quick crack plug-in.
The next step was to meet Jack. He was finally going to meet Jack, so he was probably anxious.
The agreed place is not far away, the straight-line distance is less than 300 meters, and a road is opened from the drainage channel to the street.
Jack was squatting on the side of the road, his newly bought motorcycle parked next to him.
I went over to say hello, "Hey, I'm here."
"Holy Mother Mary (Spanish), you are finally here!"
"What time did you come today?"
"I've been waiting for you for three days!"
"Well, I was delayed a bit on the way. By the way, your car is pretty good."
Jack's travel-worn appearance seemed to have been tortured by car exhaust fumes. "Hmm, of course it's good. This is my beloved baby... Okay, anyway, you're here anyway. Shall we walk then?"
"Okay. I'll listen to you."
"It would be great if you were always so obedient." Jack muttered, folded the finished box and stuffed it along the grate of the sewer outlet.
The next step was to check out the Whole Foods factory, which sounded like a spring trip for the kids—I mean the community school run by the bartender. Their students had two trips a year, and the gentle Sister V also
I once served as a tour guide.
Jack has been complaining that the people in the Whirlpool Gang are idiots, "I hate these reform maniacs the most, why did I end up with them..."
"Are you so angry?"
"I mean, they are all a bunch of lunatics. They never follow the rules. If you get involved with them, it will never end easily."
"Then it will end hotly."
The rolling shutter door of the food factory was closed, the walls were covered with random graffiti, and the logo of the Uzumaki Gang was painted on the intercom. During the call, a rough and hoarse young man asked on the other side: "Huh? Who are you?"
"We're looking for Royce, Dexter asked us to come."
"Go to the computer room, they are waiting for you."
The rolling shutter door was raised, and a gloomy atmosphere seeped out from the darkness behind the door. To be honest, I didn't like this feeling at all, and Jack kept mumbling.
——This is author V. Please don’t be afraid. Although the territory of the Uzumaki Gang is very scary, as someone who has been there, I can tell you clearly that I came out of it alive, and I also got unexpected rewards.
Walking into this factory, after leaving the sunshine, the temperature dropped suddenly by two degrees. The air was humid and there was a strange smell of chemical products. I couldn't tell, but it might be the smell of some kind of food additive, mixed with the smell of dust. In short, it was not
Smells good.
After the door was opened, there should be a garage inside. There were no cars and there was an unobstructed view. The other garbage piled on the ground didn't matter. Jack and I looked at the two automatic cannons opposite at a glance.
Jack used his talent for finding things to say when he had nothing to say, "The atmosphere is good. It would be even better if we planted two more pots of flowers."
"Very funny, Jack." I scanned the two cannons and uploaded the virus program.
We were friendly for the time being, so the two cannons moved their barrels out of the way to make way.
Next, you have to enter the factory and go up the stairs. Oh dear, there are a bunch of laser directional blasting mines attached to the wall next to the stairs.
Jack said, "I guess these are all the equipment stolen from the transport team, which is enough to arm them up to their noses."
"Haha, it's even funnier Jack."
The light was very dim, which allowed us to see the mine's laser trip wires slightly clearly. Thanks to the Qilius prosthetic eye that Lao Wei installed on me, the visible spectrum, which is wider than the human eye, is always a big help in this environment.
Jack walked up without changing his expression, and the laser mines were automatically deactivated. Hey, he was like Moses sailing the Red Sea!
I'm so worried. This stupid guy just said that the Uzumaki Gang doesn't play according to the rules, and now he can go to the mines with confidence? I have to install a few virus programs on these precious things before I can feel at ease.
In fact, this is not bad. From now on when Jack and I go out to work, he will be responsible for being cool in the front, and I will do the poisoning in the back. It will be like this when the time comes. Jack jumps out, takes out the golden double gun, and kills the two villains with his hands first.
I shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Wills!!!" Then I hid behind the bunker and closed all the prosthetic eyes of everyone on the opposite side, so that Jack could relax and finish them off one by one.
Interesting?
I secretly whispered this exciting suggestion into Jack's ear, and the Mexican boy immediately beamed, "Great, great (Spanish)! If there's a fight later, this is what we'll do!"
The gangsters of the Uzumaki Gang have a relatively iconic feature - their plural artificial eyes, like spiders, dig holes in their faces. The upper part of their cheeks are all artificial eyes, which looks very religious.
Sacrificing color can 100% cause psychological discomfort in people. When these people are entrenched in the factory building, with piles of goods and walking on the beams, the lights are dim and the prosthetic eyes are bright red, it really feels like entering a spider's nest
.
These brats were not polite when talking to me along the way. I took a look at the camera before entering the elevator.
The elevator door closed, I accessed the camera remotely, and then hacked into the Whole Foods factory's subnet, continuously uploading multiple golems to their prosthetics.
The elevator arrives at the station and exits the link.
The computer room has arrived. Gentlemen, the guy who came to greet the guests is called Dum Dum.
"Where's Royce? I want to talk to him."
"The same goes for talking to me."
The computer room is well equipped, with sofa seats for guests, and there is a hacker lying on the cooling chair in the corner - he can't wake up. This is a network battle, the winner takes all.
