Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"Welcome back to Intelligence Talk. Today we are going to talk about the bloody sport that took place in the North District of Watson."

"A gun feast that lasted for five full days ended in a way you never imagined."

"The heroes of Night City - the 'Terrorist Mobile Team' were dispatched at the last moment, and all five aerial vehicles were shot down -

Yes, you heard it right, it’s that exaggerated armored floating vehicle! If it targets you, your house will be reduced to rubble in two minutes! "

[Sound of gasping for air]

"Of course, this is not entirely the fault of the Terrorist Mobile Team - nor is it the fault of the NCPD for corruption, but I just said it casually, maybe it is true?"

"Our 'thugs' seem to be holding a certain company. I didn't say military technology and international armaments. I was talking about a certain company. The thugs are holding a certain company's advanced equipment. It's no wonder that the violent terrorist mobile team can't resist it."

"But the amazing thing is that when all the manticores turned into coffin boxes and fell from the sky, the commotion subsided!"

"Only the lower bodies of the instigators were found at the scene - well, just the lower bodies. [Picture] [Mosaic]"

[Disgusting sound]

"NCPD said that it will soon be able to sort out the context of the incident from these lower bodies, which makes 'taking care of the lower bodies' even more valuable -

After all, we all know that the first deputy director of the NCPD just couldn't manage his lower body. "

"But then again, why does NCPD always have something to do with the lower body? If they always spend tax dollars on the lower body, we might as well spend it on our own lower body."

"In that case, at least we can have some fun."

【laughter】

"This is today's "Intelligence Talk". Remember, the truth is far more complicated than what appears on the surface. See you in the next episode."

This order hasn't been closed yet.

In the warehouse, Brick and his good brothers are all hanging on the wall.

The feeling of losing his body was maddening and uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to have much impact on him. His only request was to suck on some black lace to feel good.

Royce, on the other hand, was tied to the pole in front of him, with a large number of cables attached to his head.

It's a bit weird, but considering this is the territory of the Uzumaki Gang, it's not too weird.

In another room, Lear put away his neural link.

[Lille: Done, he’s yours. 】

"vomit."

Brick spat motor oil on Royce's face.

"Uh-huh." Royce woke up in a daze, pain filling every nerve in his body.

"I didn't expect that, little bastard." Brick chuckled, "We meet again."

"Brick? Fuck you, I knew it."

"You know your motherfucker."

Although Brick couldn't move, he had a pistol attached to the wall.

He didn't give Royce any nonsense and just blew his head off.

Blood splattered, and in this dark warehouse, Brick ended the traitor's life--

The internal strife of the Uzumaki Gang was finally over.

How many people are left in the Uzumaki Gang?

The other head on the wall, Carter, was also sober under the stimulation of black lace: "Done?"

"It's done." Brick repeated Carter's question, "It's numb, but why did you fight for so long?"

"Nonsense, of course it's just a fight! You're an idiot for being the little brother of that old pervert Royce!

Let's just start over and be done. I think back then the Uzumaki Gang could grow from ten people to thousands of people, and we two brothers could grow from two people.

No, it’s not a problem if three people do it to 3,000 people! "

The third person is Joestar, who has yet to regain his normal thinking ability--

However, after joining the Uzumaki Gang, his ability to think normally has basically left him.

Brick sighed: "You are really a fucking genius - Hey, Joestar, right? What do you want to do when you go out?"

Joestar's expression was a little dull, his immature brain and nerves were not yet so receptive.

So he instinctively said: "I don't know, find a woman to play with?"

"You're still worried about this." Brick flicked his mouth and threw the inhaler away.

Joestar instinctively grabbed the thing in his mouth.

"Fuck with me. I change my awesome prosthetic body every day. I'm sure you've forgotten what it means to be a woman. Only sissies play with women!

Real men should play with prosthetics! "

In another room, V, who heard this, looked at Lille thoughtfully.

Leal is fiddling with the linear frame.

[Panam: NCPD has brought people over. 】

Leal took back the tool and swept the parts on the table aside.

A few minutes later, Jefferson walked in, but his expression was not pretty, it should be said to be very complicated.

From the surveillance footage, it can be seen that the outside of this shabby little apartment building is crowded with NCPD cars.

River and his partner were at the front, and Lear could see him winking at the camera, gesturing for Lear to look toward the back of the convoy--

At the very back of the motorcade, there sat a very calm middle-aged man wearing glasses. Just by looking at him, you could feel the difference between him and other police officers:

Unbelievably calm, but it can be seen from his eyes and micro-expressions that he is always alert and thinking.

Looks like a big deal.

Back to the talks.

Lear stretched out his hand slightly, palm upward: "Please sit down, the meeting place I chose may not be so elegant."

"That's not the point."

Not so classy? !

Jefferson looked around the room. The walls were covered with dismantled black market prosthetics, various structural parts, transmission devices, and motors.

The finished homemade prosthesis is hung from the ceiling, just like a slaughterhouse.

Jefferson had only seen traditional slaughterhouses from pictures, but that didn't stop him from feeling uncomfortable with the sight of these human prosthetics hanging from the ceiling.

Adding to the discomfort are colorful unknown liquids on the walls and graffiti covered by unknown liquids -

This was once the territory of the Uzumaki Gang.

He looked beyond Lille, looked through the one-way glass, and saw the heads hanging on the wall inside. One of the heads hanging on the pillar was blown open, and the hot brains were still flowing out!

What a religious ritual!

Not so elegant. How humble of you, Jefferson thought.

"Thank you very much for your contribution in this riot. I didn't expect that there would be such a big mess here just after I entrusted you to deal with the Uzumaki Gang."

"You're welcome."

Lille's face didn't turn red, and his heart didn't beat. He waved his hand to signal V and Jack, who were about to roll their eyes uncontrollably, to go play aside.

Jefferson continued: "I didn't expect that the violent terrorist mobile team suffered heavy losses, and all parties were very concerned about this incident, but fortunately, the matter was under control in the end.

I guess those inside are from the Uzumaki Gang? "

"Don't worry." Leal opened two bottles of Stupid Monkey, took out a separation chip, gave Jefferson a look, and then put the thing on the jar.

A robotic arm pushes a beverage can forward.

"First let's wrap up the previous commission. Here are the kill records. They are all gang members with criminal records and bounties."

Um?

When Jefferson heard this, he raised his eyebrows and felt something was wrong.

The drink can rubbed against the table, making a clanking sound, and was slowly pushed in front of Jefferson.

"There are 1,073 people in total, and the total reward amount is 536,651 euros. According to our contract, the total is 2,683,255 euros. Considering the huge amount, I will give you a fraction, the total is 2,683,000 euros."

Um?

Um?

Um?

A physical question mark seemed to appear on Jefferson's head, and his brain suddenly stopped functioning.

"Isn't this right?"