Players' NPC boss

[XXX Security Company bravely protects the ambassador of a certain country, and its performance...]

The Ogre put away his phone and looked at the door of the bodyguard company in front of him. It was not strange that the unknown bodyguard company suddenly had so many powerful players, but it was a bit strange to connect it with the time when that woman showed up.

He could imagine that there would be a fierce battle next. The bodyguard company bewitched by that woman would definitely come like crazy, so he had thought of the next lines.

[How can the power obtained by crooked means be better than the body that has been tempered by thousands of hammers! ]

"Ahem~" The Ogre raised his eyebrows and knocked on the door.

Then he was politely invited into the boss's office, and the boss was quite frank and said that he used the rumored banned program.

"You, you are so honest?"

"Isn't this natural?" The boss showed a strange expression, "This is not a gangster movie. The police have come to the door, so you must tell the truth."

"Besides, this banned program will only cause irreversible brain damage to minors, and adults will only have mild side effects, so even if you are caught, you only need to stay for a while."

"If the use of this banned program is exposed, it will not have any impact on our company. The employer will not care what means we use to protect them."

The boss said it very logically, but the ogre blushed, he was ashamed.

"Then, do you have any clues about the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"One of our team that day had an artificial eye implanted and recorded the transaction scene." The boss took out a photo with a prepared look, "I remember that this is considered to assist the investigation, which can offset the merits."

It is the way adults do to leave a way out for everything.

But the ogre didn't care much, because with the woman's temper, she would never show up in person.

As expected, the photo showed a woman wearing sunglasses and with strong arms.

"Huh?" The ogre stared at the waitress in the corner of the photo, who was hiding her face with a plate.

Although the waitress looked trembling, her eyes were curved, like a devil in the dim environment.

"Ah! Found it!"

The ogre immediately picked up the photo and called all the contacts he could find.

"I have a clue, if I don't find that woman quickly!"

...

In the dim and noisy Internet cafe, the woman pulled down her sunglasses with her middle finger, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in.

This is a new customer, a customer she has been waiting for for a long time.

"Oh, are you still playing games at such an old age?"

"No, it's my son." The middle-aged man did not sit down after he came in, but was a little cramped, as if he was not used to the environment of the Internet cafe.

"The main reason is that I heard that you can provide the special edition game cabin of [G], but our family is not doing well financially, and my son's birthday is coming again."

"Hmm~ You are really a good father?" The woman smiled, and then casually used her foot to hook a box from under the table.

"Anyway, I don't care. Those guys actually use my technology to make money. I have to do some counterfeit products to disrupt the market."

The woman opened the box, took out a virtual stealth helmet from it, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"I installed that program on the helmet model, so I'll sell it to you at a lower price. Remember to let your son promote it to friends around you."

After that, the woman no longer paid attention to the middle-aged man, took out her mobile phone, put on headphones, and casually swiped the screen of the mobile phone with her fingers painted with purple nail polish.

She didn't notice at all that the ordinary-looking middle-aged man slowly approached her and slowly took out a dagger from his sleeve.

"Start."

The speakers playing mixed music in the Internet cafe suddenly turned into some kind of sound waves. The middle-aged man who heard this sound wave suddenly fell to the ground with a stiff body and twitched continuously. The dagger slid to the woman's feet.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to do it on the spot. I thought you would take this thing to your base camp." The woman sighed while holding her cheek in distress. She squinted her eyes and looked like a gentle wife.

"Forget it, it's the same anyway."

The daughter walked in front of the middle-aged man with a cat step, picked up the virtual helmet, and then slowly put the helmet on the middle-aged man's head.

"Okay, you will tell me everything I want to know next."

At that moment, the woman's smile was like a devil.

Bang——

The tightly closed door was kicked open, and the ogre broke into the room. The dim room was unexpectedly quiet, with only the virtual helmet on the head of a middle-aged man slumped on the sofa making a buzzing sound.

A data cable was plugged into the virtual helmet, connecting it to a small pink mobile phone, and something was playing on the phone screen.

The ogre sank his face and approached. The middle-aged man in the helmet had begun to roll his eyes, foam at the mouth, and his body was still twitching unnaturally.

But the ogre did not rescue the middle-aged man immediately. Instead, he put on gloves and picked up the phone, which showed the game the middle-aged man was playing.

It was a banned game called [Torture], which was played by torturing people. The difference was that the player played the role of the abuser, and the middle-aged man played the role of the abused.

Now the middle-aged man is feeling the burning feeling in his stomach after being force-fed hot glutinous rice.

The ogre noticed the USB flash drive plugged into the virtual helmet. I'm afraid the middle-aged man was forced to expand his senses and experience the most delicate torture.

Even so, the ogre did not rush to save the middle-aged man, but exited the game screen playing on the mobile phone. As expected, there was an APP with a gift pattern in the mobile phone interface.

"It is indeed this."

…

A blockbuster news item bombarded all online channels, and even "Golden Locke" was relegated to the back of a dozen spots due to related news.

That was the follow-up to the vicious abduction incident a year ago.

The last time, they only rescued the abducted children, but this time the police got enough evidence from a captured spy to prove that the mastermind behind the abduction was a large-scale inhumane man who used young soldiers as soldiers. As a selling point, human trafficking organizations are dormant in several countries.

Because sparks of war broke out in a war-torn area, the organization focused on a plug-in that expanded the senses that was hotly discussed on the Internet.

This plug-in is exactly the same as the old-fashioned special-purpose machine that was destroyed and banned a year ago. It will cause irreversible brain damage to minors. If it is installed on the user's exclusive frequency, it will become a kind of brainwashing and emotionally damaging function. A terrifying tool for mass-producing cold-blooded young soldiers.

The evidence released by the police alone is enough to conduct a large-scale cross-border search in the name of humanitarian relief.

Of course, many people on the Internet questioned how the police obtained intelligence from a well-trained spy. In response, the police disclosed the spy's physical examination process to prove that the body and brain were not affected in any way.

The policeman who caught the spy and obtained the information refused the medal and refused to have his name published.

…

In the underground tavern, the female store manager wiped the wine glass in her hand, but her eyes were always paying attention to the news on the TV.

In the news, a reporter was reporting live on the rescue of abducted children. Seeing the skinny and dull-eyed children being rescued one after another, the female store manager couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this your purpose? To be a person in the dark..."

"You're not going to say HERO, are you?" The woman mopping the floor showed a weird smile, humming an ode to joy and poking at the stains on the floor.

"I'm not an antihero or a violent vigilante, I'm a villain."

"A villain who specifically targets those decent people who have to cover up my crimes."