Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 8 Target Appears
The weather is getting colder and colder, and people's clothes are getting thicker and thicker.

In the bar, the men began to complain that it was rare to see white thighs on the street.

Sand Dunes, Eighth Avenue, used car market.

In front of a car that looks exactly like the Cruiser from his previous life, Jiang Shu was wearing a fleece coat and was bargaining with a skinny man with a mohawk.

"It's just a broken car, and there is no automatic driving center control. You want me [-]?" Jiang Shu had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and his voice was vague.

As he spoke, he patted the hood vigorously, stirring up a burst of dust.

This is an alloy made by Lehmann Metals... The thin man glanced at the sunken palm print on the hood, and said with a smile, "Eight thousand is eight thousand, cash or credit card?"

Jiang Shu took out a wad of cash from his coat and threw it to the thin man. After the latter counted, Jiang Shu got the car keys, stepped on the gas pedal, and walked away.

While driving, Jiang Shu recalled some recent events.

A week ago, he and Han Meng came to the neighborhood near the slums in the Dune area.

For a week, apart from sleeping, the two of them wandered around the slums pretending to be drunk with wine bottles.It's a pity that this is of no use. The black homeless man seems to have evaporated without a trace.

And because of Han Meng's handsome appearance, many hungry guys in the slums have permanently lost their lifeblood these days.

This is a permanent disability that mechanical prosthetics cannot save.

Whenever Jiang Shu recalled Han Meng's decisive actions and techniques, he couldn't help but shiver.

Therefore, Han Meng has become very famous in the neighborhood recently, and was affectionately called "Pigeon Egg" by the ruffians.

Oh my god, this group of dudes, what a secondary school name, no wonder Han Meng has been talking to you all when he has nothing to do... I don't know why, but Jiang Shu feels ashamed for Han Meng.

Thinking wildly, the car had already arrived at his destination—a restaurant in Saigao Street, Dune District, which specializes in wild game.

In Emerald City, people cannot eat real meat, and all the legally distributed meat on the market is synthetic meat.

The reason is that on the worldline of this world, a large-scale plague broke out 70 years ago and swept the world.

Bananas, apples, pineapples, and most of these familiar fruits, as well as most wheat subspecies, vegetables, and most mammals were extinct in that plague.

But in the vast bad land outside, there are still some mutated animals after all.

Vagabonds active in the Badlands will hunt and kill these animals from time to time, and then sell them to illegal butcher shops in Emerald City, so as to satisfy some people's desire for real meat.

But no one can guarantee whether those animals carry unknown viruses in their bodies, and whether they will kill you.

However, in the Emerald City, a city where you may be shot to death by stray bullets when you go shopping, who cares about these things?
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After parking the car and walking into the restaurant, Jiang Shu saw Han Meng sitting in the corner at a glance.After all, compared to the noisy restaurants, the corner where Han Meng is located is quiet and peaceful.

Sitting opposite Han Meng, Jiang Shu picked up a bowl of rice and put a piece of synthetic steak into the bowl, "Didn't you order the specialty here?"

"Those red meats from dead dogs?" Han Meng shook his head and said sincerely, "I come from the bad land, so I know the composition and filth of these meats too well. If you eat too much of those meats, you will die."

"Also, that kind of mutated meat is addictive. As a homeless man, that black man must have eaten that stuff in the Badlands."

Han Meng took a bite of the rice, "The black man has been missing for more than a week, he must be craving this kind of meat right now, he's going crazy."

Han Meng swallowed the food in his mouth, and looked at Jiang Shu with a serious expression, "I bet he will show up here for at most three days."

Jiang Shu looked at Han Meng with a serious face, and wanted to tease him.

But he dismissed the idea when he glanced inadvertently at the window.

Jiang Shu swallowed hard the food in his mouth, and continued to serve food with a calm expression, "Don't bet, he seems to have come."

As soon as the words were finished, the restaurant's plastic door with half of the glass broken was pushed open from the outside amidst creaking sounds.

A black man in a black leather jacket, a peaked cap, and a guitar bag on his back walked in.

Jiang Shu looked up, looked at the black man who covered most of his face, and lightly tapped the watch on his left wrist.

In the ear, a tiny earphone began to flash red light, "Alyssa, check if this buddy is the target."

As soon as the words fell, the surveillance camera on the street outside the restaurant suddenly turned and pointed at the restaurant.

In the remote central city villa, on the huge light screen in front of Alisa, the black's facial screenshot was intercepted by electronic eyes, and the comparison and analysis with the previous surveillance video began.

"Face comparison similarity, 100%!"

Looking at the large characters flashing on the light screen, Alisa tapped the call button: "It's him!"

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In the sand dune area, in the small restaurant in Saigao Street.

Jiang Shu and Han Meng looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of tension in each other's eyes.

"Don't be in a hurry. I have called all the electronic eyes nearby. After we lock his residence, we must ensure the location of the black box and then do it." Alisa's voice rang in the ears of the two.

"I'm already rushing to you." Old Tori's voice sounded immediately, "He has a smart weapon in his hand, so don't be foolish and act first. All actions will be taken after I arrive."

Jiang Shu's stiff body relaxed, and he began to dig into the rice.

"No, we may not be able to wait for you." Han Meng's voice suddenly sounded through the earphones.

Jiang Shu raised his head suddenly and saw Han Meng's head tilted to one side.

Jiang Shu looked in the direction indicated by Han Meng, and saw a black man sitting not far from the two of them.

On his desk, the guitar bag had been opened, revealing the black suitcase and the DB-20 Yaki inside.

Neuropathy, neuropathy...Jiang Shu only feels his scalp numb now.

What does this bastard want to do by exposing all these things here?Could he have figured out that Han Meng and I were going to mess with him?It shouldn't, it shouldn't, am I that obvious?
At this moment, several vans covered with rust and graffiti suddenly appeared on the corner of the street, sealing off the restaurant.The logo of the Fist Gang is printed on the door.

The car door was thrown open with a whistling sound, and a large group of tattooed reformers got out of the car, all holding guns in their hands, and without saying a word, they began to shoot at the restaurant.

The muzzle of the gun was like flame-breathing tongues, licking wildly at the restaurant.

Han Meng overturned the table, threw Jiang Shu down, and dragged him to the back of the refrigerator.

In an instant, the unsuspecting diners in the restaurant were knocked down, and blood flowed instantly.

As for Jiang Shu, the moment he saw the black homeless man appear in the Riot Gang, he jumped into the kitchen of the restaurant in a few steps at a speed that ordinary people could not understand, and then set up the DB-20.

Inside the store, the surviving living people also found their own bunkers and shot back.

Looking at the solemn expression and calm eyes of the black man, Jiang Shu felt a little chilled.

This guy appeared here on purpose today!
(End of this chapter)