Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 5
"Why, miss your shabby little apartment?"

Old Tori shook the goblet lightly, walked up to Jiang Shu, and drank it down in one gulp.

"No, I'm wondering how much that bar in the business district is worth." Jiang Shu rolled his eyes.

"I watched the video of you in the noodle shop, you are full of energy, young man." Old Tori sat next to Jiang Shu, "Are you interested in going out with me to earn some extra money?"

"Not interested." Jiang Shu raised his butt subconsciously, moving away from the Breaking Bad master.

Now he just wants to grow up and live safely in the Emerald City, a place full of dangers.

Who knows, when he moved from the apartment in the Rose District today, he was robbed twice, touched porcelain three times, and there were even four unexpected car accidents in between.

If it weren't for his head being harder than iron now, he might have confessed to being at the scene of a car accident.

He was staring at the malicious value of 624 and the goodwill value of 15 on the system panel, and couldn't help but frown.

He suspects that all of this is an unknown risk brought about by the imbalance between good and evil in the mouth of the system.

From now on, can he just be an excellent young man who helps the old lady cross the road?
"Fifty thousand federal currency." Old Tori looked at Jiang Shu who was suddenly frowning, raised his eyebrows, and his old voice was full of temptation.

Old Tori's words made Jiang Shu's eyes light up.

He thought of a way to quickly earn goodwill—spend money!
What a charity fund, what a Red Cross, what a homeless aid station!As long as you spend money, the goodwill value will not go up.

When Jiang Shu was daydreaming, his eyes were shining brightly, which made old Tori mistakenly think that Jiang Shu was hesitating.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Seventy thousand!"

Jiang Shu remained silent.

You little bastard... Old Tori couldn't help clenching his fists, "One hundred thousand!"

"I'll take it!" Jiang Shu suddenly grabbed Old Tori's hand, his eyes burning.

Little bastard, he is really a money fanatic, and his heart hurts me so much... Patting the back of Jiang Shu's hand, old Tori looked kindly, and his heart was bleeding.

"Ding, you have gained ten malicious points, physical strength +5, mental strength +2." At the same time, the system's familiar ding ding sounded in Jiang Shu's ears.

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Emerald City, Dunes District, Wenger Wine House.

Jiang Shu was sitting at the bar wearing a peaked cap, sipping a glass of foreign wine. In his ears, a tiny earphone flashed a faint red light from time to time.

Behind him, the disrespectful old Tori was writhing on the dance floor with a satisfied smile on his face.

Picking up a grape from the fruit plate and throwing it into his mouth, Jiang Shu took the opportunity to cover his mouth with his hand, "Did you spend a hundred thousand to let me drink flower wine with you?"

"Of course not." Old Tori let go of the soft waist of the girl in front of him and began to dance solo, "It's for you to carry me home drunk later."

"Oh, I think you want Alisa to carry you home." Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows.

The two were joking when suddenly there was a scream on the dance floor.

Jiang Shu followed the voice and saw that a man with half of his head already turned into a prosthetic body suddenly went crazy, threw himself on a silver-haired woman, and was crazily biting her neck.

Like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, the entire dance floor exploded in an instant.

There was a large open space around the crazy man in an instant.

On the second floor of the tavern, a dozen submachine guns pointed out at the man in an instant, firing a volley.

The mad man and the silver-haired woman fell into a pool of blood and died instantly.

"Cyber ​​mental illness..." Jiang Shu drank the drink in his hand and sighed.

This is the reason why the original owner rejected the transformation of the prosthetic body.

You never know when and why the devastation that robotic limbs will bring to your brain will occur.

Once it appears, it will turn into a bloodthirsty beast.

Since the application of prosthetic body technology to the human body, there has not been a single case of cyber psychosis cured.

In the tavern, the people who had become accustomed to this, after a brief panic, twisted their buttocks again.

"The target has appeared." Old Tori's voice was a little excited in his ears, "Look at the second floor!"

Jiang Shu looked up and saw a young man wearing sunglasses walking into a private room surrounded by a group of men in black.

Jiang Shu frowned.

He saw that the faces of the men in black had undergone prosthetic transformation without exception—their eyes had all disappeared, replaced by optical prosthetic eyes that glowed red, similar to one-piece glasses.

The Feizike Gang... Such a name instantly popped up in Jiang Shu's mind.

Fizzlek is a violent gang entrenched in the Emerald City Industrial Zone. They control the underground world of the Dune Zone and the North Industrial Zone, and they can be called the underground emperor of the Dune Zone.

You can recognize them by their intimidating faces and hostile optical implants.Not only are they standard equipment for the gang, but they also demonstrate their blind fascination with prosthetics and cyber modifications.

Their members are obsessed with prosthetic modification, and often carry out a large number of illegal modifications, and are even called "transhuman transformation pioneers" by some modification fanatics.

"Fizzlek's lunatics have kidnapped the heir of a small company in Saka District." Old Tori's eyes drifted across the second floor, "We need to rescue that heir."

"How much commission is that company willing to take?" Jiang Shu asked.

"That company didn't hire me." Old Tori stretched himself on the dance floor, "We're just helping Fizke for business."

What a shameless old bastard, I'm still too young... Jiang Shu sighed.

"I'm ready to go." Old Tori took out a smoke bomb from his arms, pulled open the ring, and gently threw it in the middle of the dance floor.

The smoke bomb exploded with a bang in the middle of the dance floor.

Countless clusters of smoke exploded from the middle of the dance floor, covering the entire bar in an instant.

At the same time, Old Tori took out a micro punch and raised his gun to shoot into the sky.

There was a sudden chaos in the wine room, shouting, cursing and crying everywhere.

The chaotic shouts coupled with the dynamic music whistling from the speakers in the wine house made people's scalp numb.

He took out a pistol from his back, and Jiang Shu put on a pair of special glasses that old Tori had given him before.

After putting on the glasses, the surrounding area where he couldn't see his fingers was suddenly clear. Jiang Shu walked to the old Toli, "The people in Fizke have optical prosthetic eyes, and smoke bombs are useless to them."

Old Tori pulled Jiang Shu across, stretched out his hand and flicked his throat.

Jiang Shu opened his mouth in pain, and a pill was popped into his mouth by Old Tori.

"Your body is very young, I hope your head doesn't hold you back." Old Tori looked at the purple mist around him, "I am a doctor, but I am also a poisoner."

It was only then that Jiang Shu noticed that the cries and curses from the bar had disappeared quietly, leaving only the speakers still playing music.

With cold sweat oozing from his forehead, Jiang Shu felt his body become extremely stiff.

This lunatic, hundreds of people in the wine room were all poisoned to death?

Scared you to death, you little bastard... Old Tori looked at Jiang Shu who had stiffened, felt a sense of relief in his heart, and then coughed, "It's just drugged. After all, the heir has to be alive to exchange money."

With that said, Old Tori had already walked into the private room on the second floor.

He aimed at the group of men in black who fell unconscious on the ground with a micro punch, and pulled the trigger.

Jiang Shu wiped off the cold sweat on his brow, ran up to the second floor, and saw old Tori helping the young man wearing sunglasses in a pool of blood.

Pushing the young man to Jiang Shu, the old Tori threw away the micro punch in his hand, "It's time to find a place, and then call our benefactor to ask for the price."

(End of this chapter)