Chapter 852 Killing the Comedian

In the public sea, the comedian stands on an ocean-going merchant ship, and she successfully throws a potato chip into the sea.

"You are free!" she said.

She clasped her hands behind her head, the leather jacket fluttered in the sea breeze, and the comedian could clearly feel the waves pat her cheek.

She heard about the battle between Enta and Edith and the news that Noriko Homma was captured alive. It's a pity that Noriko Honma is going to die.

She pinched the black box in her pocket, where Noriko's consciousness backup was there. Once she reached the safe area, the comedian would be able to bring Noriko Homma back to life. This was a kind of promise.

It's a pity that comedians have never been good at swearing.

She took out the casket, played it with her fingertips, and considered the possibility of selling it to Nisto Corporation so that they could crush Noriko Honma, physically and mentally, forever, like wiping away a Dirt, let Noriko Honma never exist.

Do business with them? Nisto Corporation might kill itself. The comedian thought.

The comedian knew that maybe one day Nestor would catch him, a lawless little mind thief like himself.

Ah, she just wants to enjoy as much free life and ill-gotten gains as possible until that day comes. The happy comedian is fearless, has it all, and has it all. She can easily reap human lives and steal funds. As a famous hacker under Qiyin, comedians love the taste of privilege.

Those who have the ability to modify the information network are the true gods of this world.

She came to the restaurant of the ship and ate a buffet. While eating, she used her digital mind to scan and check the nearby sea area. The situation was very normal. It's so quiet, there are no Nisto company people at sea.

There are very few guests, only a small number of wealthy people who have also received escape tickets. They are inextricably linked to Qiyin, but they have not yet become members.

It is also because of their existence that Qiyin arranged for such a ship to take them away at a critical moment, escape countless traces, and sail into the sea of ​​white elephants. Once they land in Mumbai City, there is no need to worry about safety issues. The Idis dynasty would send escorts for them.

Knowing that safety is guaranteed, the comedian takes his time enjoying delicious and delicious dishes while admiring the awe-inspiring view of the ocean.

There are colorful fish and vegetables, as well as refreshing cocktails. The chefs on board do their best to satisfy the most discerning taste buds for this group of distinguished guests. The waiters come and go to provide an unforgettable dining experience. Comedians love it here.

Her buffet started with freshly caught lobster tails, followed by shrimp kebabs, which she ate with a sweet and spicy sauce, followed by slow-roasted beef short ribs, italian noodles, and best of all, raw tuna meat with an aftertaste The endless fat and fragrance, comedians can't get enough, and there are chocolate lava cakes, goat cheese and berries.

The comedian, feeling exhausted after a day of doing nothing, continued to binge, washing down her mouthful with a blue cocktail of curacao and pineapple juice.

Well fed, she staggered to the front of the ship, wanting to test herself.

"Ugh!" she said loudly, leaning forward, but she didn't feel like throwing up, and the comedian beat his stomach with his fist.

Spit, idiot stomach, spit!

nothing. The comedian laughed and stood at the front of the ship.

"...I don't like you." The comedian was drunk, her thinking was covered with a layer of fog, and everything was not as quick as before. She took out the box containing Noriko Honma's separated body from her arms, "You are too arrogant, too Self-righteous, I exist to punish people like you."

She said it righteously, then grabbed it tightly and threw it into the sea with all her strength.

ah! That's Noriko Honma's consciousness backup! The comedian suddenly wanted to press the load button in her life, she was terrified, this is not a joke. She wanted to go back a few seconds and reread her indiscretion.

It's scary, it's scary, it's scary -- the comedian watched it fall deeper and deeper into the sea, and couldn't help showing a cute smile, just like the soybean smiley face she's always used.

Goodbye, Noriko Honma.

She leaned against the railing on the edge of the ship, and suddenly heard a strange beeping sound from the chip, getting farther and deeper.

Comedian stood up suddenly, she didn't know what it was, but guessed that there was a hidden transmitter in the box, which seemed to be triggered whenever she threw away the chip, destroyed it, or simply moved too far away from it. Her digital mind has intercepted a series of transmitted signals, full of coordinates.

"Fill it up!" the comedian yelled at the crew, laughing nervously as he yelled, and it was all right now, she played on her own head.

"what!"

"You crazy woman..."

"How do we find that thing?" people complained, and the comedian continued to tremble and smile.

"It's so fun, it's so fun--" the comedian screamed.

The drones and shuttles of Nestor’s trademark had approached the ship at some point, overlooking it condescendingly, aiming at it with their own missile launchers and machine guns, asking the ship to stop, and they needed to arrest the wanted comedian.

The comedian looked around, hoping to find a way out, and soon burst out laughing because of his own thoughts, here is the sea, there is nothing, and it is useless to go anywhere.

She looked up and hacked into those data devices, every channel was blocked, and all she could scan was the symbol of the cyber goblin. At this time, she realized that she had always underestimated her real opponent, they were too well prepared up.

Small boats and helicopters approached from all directions, and agents rushed onto the cruise ship one by one to arrest the comedian. She retreated first, like a small animal being hunted, and then stopped when there was no way to retreat.

She was grasped by the big hard hands of Nistor's security personnel, and then she calmed down a little, her heart was pounding with fear and excitement.

"I can carefully plan every detail of the escape." The comedian said confidently to the security personnel of Nistor Company beside him.

"..." They didn't reply, but they saw contempt and unwillingness on the comedian's face, probably she thought she still had a chance to win.

The comedian was thrown into a dark prison cell that was closed on all sides. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the walls pressing towards her. She groped for these terrible walls, her heart pounding, as if she could think of some terrible Judgment and reckoning are coming.

She heard footsteps stop at the door.

"Hello, comedian." The female voice was strangely calm, with a steady tone, as if she had been measured by the scales all the time.

"Who are you?" The comedian forgot.

"My name is Rachel Nakamura and I'm the daughter of Maverick Miller."

"Maverick?" The comedian doesn't care about dead people.

"Let me help you recall: you once fought with my father under the authorization of the Seven Seals to fight the Nisto Corporation in a cyber war, but at the most critical moment of the battle, you left my father to die, causing his will to completely collapse. You even manipulated my father to commit suicide," Nakamura Rachel said.

"I remembered! It's nothing, Rachel, Seven Seals have got the neural clone of Maverick, they can make thousands of Maverick, your dad is too much!" said the comedian .

"It's funny, because biologically I have one and only one father. Those 'Mavericks' that were copied and reborn didn't have any sense of continuity with my father. But you put them Called 'my dad', it shows that you lack the most basic ability to define and confirm the facts. I believe you can perform better." Rachel Nakamura said.

"Ha, ha... hehe..." the comedian said.

"Perhaps you have noticed that in this machine, in the cell of the prisoner you are in, the walls can be moved. After mathematical calculation and mechanical transformation, the six walls can be close to each other, from your front, back, left, and right sides, including the top of your head. And soles. Do you know what I'm going to do?" Rachel Nakamura asked.

The comedian threw up violently. She threw up all the food and wine she had just eaten, and when she smelled the bad stuff, she threw up again.

Rachel Nakamura turned on the switch, and the comedian could hear the sound of the machinery running inside the wall, and felt the ground tremble under his feet, and half of his legs were soaked in the things he spit out.

Immediately afterwards, she could suddenly feel the distance between the left and right walls constantly shortening, and her head and feet were respectively touching the ceiling and stepping on the ground. The huge and slow pressure forced her to bend down slowly. As Rachel Nakamura said, the six walls are moving towards each other and crushing.

The comedian let out a dry laugh. She squatted down and sat on her vomit, and the sound she made became more and more distorted. She could feel that the room was getting smaller and smaller, and it would soon be too small to hold her. The stench of vomit filled the remaining space, and her body was churning with stomach acid.

"Ah... ah..." She stopped laughing, because the room had been compressed to the point where she felt extremely strenuous even squatting. She couldn't change any position, her head resting on the ceiling, and her spine was under tremendous pressure. Stretch your feet forward, but you can't stretch them, and push your hands left and right, but you can't push them.

It's so small, so small, it's like stuffing an adult into a coffin where a dwarf sleeps. Even if a comedian has his legs amputated and his hands cut off, it's impossible for a comedian to adapt to this place.

She curled herself into a ball, head down, against her vomit.

"Help!" The comedian stopped laughing, and she asked for help in the most formal voice in her life, "Help!"

"According to my analysis, my father has suffered a lot from the Internet world. If I want to inflict the same punishment on you in real life, I must inflict the exact same 'compression' on you so that you can taste my father's horse. Freak's pain one two..." Nakamura Rachel's voice became slower and slower, as if deliberately prolonging the torture time of the comedian.

"Help-help-I'll do anything... let me go! let me go! please! please- woo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ow -

Rachel Nakamura heard a very loud "cracking" sound, as if the leg bones or shoulder blades were crushed, the hard bones of human beings began to shatter under the squeeze of tens of thousands of horsepower, and the comedian's voice became a shocking sound. The frenzied wail of the midnight dream, anyone who hears the terrifying sound made by the comedian at this moment will feel the hairs stand in his heart.

Rachel Nakamura stroked the wall in front of her.

"Mr. Maverick Miller, your daughter has avenged you." After she finished speaking, she left without looking back.

Blood flowed from the cracks in the cell.