Chapter 46 Hell

No. 003 has never thought that the red world is so ugly.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Half of the body was leaning against the wall, and three hands flew to the roof of the car on the side of the road.

One head rolled into the stinky ditch, and the five legs just landed in the garbage.

The intestines splashed onto the glass of the street shop, leaving a few dirty traces.

One unlucky guy's heart fell to the ground and was trampled into minced meat by the panicked fleeing crowd.

Blood dripped from the air and flowed underground, without any gap between them. They all mixed together and flowed under his feet.

He stood quietly and witnessed Hell violently tearing apart a corner of the human world, his face roaring with ferocious rage.

Unlike No. 001 and No. 002, who were cold and efficient, he was a little tired.

He hopes to see the blue sky, black earth, green leaves and transparent water.

And not just monotonous red, red, red.

Eyes full of scarlet.

It's a good thing that No. 001 and No. 002 have no sense of smell.

The overpowering stench made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The smell of blood, rancidity, and all kinds of excrement were mixed together. One whiff would make you unable to eat for the rest of your life.

If he had a stomach, he would be like the female reporter across the street, holding on to the wall and vomiting, as if she was about to dump her entire stomach.

Pitiful.

The death cries of drug dealers, the screams of passers-by, and the exploding guns made his ears ring.

It was as if a thousand little devils were pulling on his ears, all making piercing screams at the fragile hole.

No. 001 and No. 002 do not have this feeling. Their outdated auditory systems can only be used to receive instructions and signals from their ears.

waste.

No. 003 whispered, hugged the windbreaker and hood tightly, stepped quickly through the gurgling pool of blood on the ground, and rushed to the next mission target before No. 001 and 002.

He wanted to call a girl he had never met before and tell her something he had been holding back for a long time.

He always had a strong, not-so-good premonition.

Eventually he gave up.

This mission was too unusual to involve her.

Kangtao Company cooperated with South Korea's Jang Group to allow the three of them to perform tasks together.

Shooting a drug dealer in the street was just the beginning of a sinister plot.

Create a noise first, but don't cross the line. Target a drug dealer that everyone despises, leaving a preconceived image of a "vigilante" to the public, paralyzing the company's arch-enemy, and allowing major news media to rush to report live.

Afterwards, they unexpectedly took hostages, wiped out all NCPD support, and finally led out the violent terrorist mobile team to defeat these bloodthirsty hunters head-on during a live broadcast throughout the city.

It is conceivable that being able to defeat the killing elite of the violent terrorist mobile team will bring huge profits to the company.

The whole plan was linked one after another, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, hissing and spitting out messages, cold and vicious.

They are just showcases being pushed out, bloody tools used by capital to make money.

No. 003 sighed, having complained enough.

Then just follow the plan, raise the gun, and pull the trigger at the right time.

Scarlet lights were probing around.

He is following the instructions and looking for the target.

In order to attract wider attention, he needs a hostage of sufficient weight.

For example, Bonnie Bettencourt is the only heir to the Bettencourt family in Europe.

A veritable rich lady, her family is one of the largest shareholders of a biotechnology company.

Biotechnology is the biggest enemy of the Zhang Group, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years.

Now, Zhang has entered the Night City, and biotechnology is gradually showing signs of decline. Everyone knows that it is painful to beat a drowned dog.

The blame is probably on Miss Bonnie's fixed whereabouts. She goes to school at Arasaka Academy and takes her friends to have dinner in the city center every noon. It's too easy to prey on her.

After using a knife to kill the little girl's bodyguard hiding in the dark, No. 003 picked up the telescope and formally confirmed the mission target.

No. 001 and No. 002 were cleaning up the bodies behind him. These two vulgar idiots always left blood everywhere.

No. 003 stamped his feet, splashing blood.

It’s almost time to start.

He transmitted action instructions to No. 001 and No. 002, and rushed out at the lead.

He wanted to finish this mess as soon as possible so that he could call the little girl quickly and tell his sorrows.

No. 001 and No. 002 followed him, separated to the left and right, running at the same speed, the corners of their black windbreakers flying like crows fanning their dark wings, bringing about unknown death.

They used lightweight grenades to break open the restaurant door before alerting the patrolling NCPD.

Among the scattered sawdust and glass fragments, No. 003 saw the mission target—Bonnie Bettencourt.

Her friend was pulling her to hide under the table.

"Don't be nervous, ladies and gentlemen." No. 003 said as he slowly walked into the restaurant.

Different from the mature voice when using a voice changer to talk to a girl on the phone, this was his original voice, hoarse and unpleasant, a cold mechanical noise.

"Now, you are our hostages, don't do anything stupid."

In fact, there is only one hostage that is really needed.

He was just a little tired of killing, so he simply told lies to avoid killing again.

No. 001 and No. 002 just silently raised the large-caliber firearms in their hands.

They don't have voice capabilities.

No. 003 looked around, feeling like he was being watched.

He shook his head, grabbed the two little girls lying on the ground, and walked towards the door.

"Let me go, you monster!"

The blond girl was as wild as she looked and yelled at him loudly.

No. 003 felt that there was something wrong with his auditory system.

I actually thought this strange girl's voice sounded familiar.

He shook his head, left the strange girl and the frightened Bonnie aside, pointed the gun at the remaining diners in the store, and motioned them to raise their hands high and squat down together at the designated place with their heads in their hands.

These so-called hostages were nothing more than props to attract media attention, and he was too lazy to deal with unarmed men, women, and children.

He sent No. 001 and No. 002 to the wall, quietly waiting for the arrival of the NCPD and all media.

"Don't cry Bonnie, as long as I'm here... we will definitely survive..."

"Sofia..."

No. 003 pulled a wooden chair and sat down, playing with a massive grenade in his hand.

Behind him, two fragile little girls cried and clung to each other.

No. 003 felt a little tired, although he would not feel this way at all.

He raised his head and faced the window, but his attention was entirely on the only number in the communication list.

"Hello? Uncle! I have to go to class now, let's talk later!"

"Hello? Uncle! I have to go to class now, let's talk later!"

…

He listened to the voice message the girl left him over and over again, and an unprecedented feeling gripped him tightly, trying to pull him into the bottomless abyss.

The sun shone on No. 003's face, but his body was cold.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone laughing softly in the wind.

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