Deceitful Game

Chapter 236 Lin Ya: I think I know you

"You're lucky."

Mingpo looked at him, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, "You weren't pointing a gun at me. Otherwise, someone in your position would have been in the first batch to die."

Upon hearing Mingpo's words, the man's face turned even paler.

"I...I'll take you there..."

With those words, he conceded defeat.

"Don't try anything funny with the company."

Walking along the road, Mingbo warned, "Paradox technology, or the chips of time... those are not things you can digest."

"If I hadn't taken pity on you and decided to try to solve this myself... in ten minutes, it would be the cannon barrel coming to ask you for your things." This wasn't a threat, but genuine kindness.

Because he truly knows the extent to which the company is capable.

These old-fashioned individual weapons from World War II have no chance of resisting the company. Even if an elite soldier of the same rank were sent, he would at most be sweating profusely, but he couldn't possibly lose to them.

The only weapons that triggered the Minpour alarm were the sniper rifle and the machine gun. This means that other guns simply couldn't penetrate Minpour's defenses.

"I...I don't know what the boss is thinking..."

He led Mingpo forward, his voice almost fawning with aggrieved emotion. Despite being a muscular man, his voice was as affected and coquettish as if he were pleading with his mother.

Putting everything else aside, he must have genuinely felt wronged.

Because he clearly didn't know that the company would be sending someone of Mingpo's caliber.

If a newcomer of Gu Ke'er's caliber were to handle this matter, they would probably have easily taken her down.

It's like a farming game.

Mingpo's prosthetic body was upgraded gradually using his own salary. With each level up, he gained the authority to upgrade to a more advanced prosthetic body. Even employees at higher levels might not have better prosthetic bodies than him. Or rather, they were generally not as good as Mingpo's. This was because Mingpo didn't have as many desires for a life of luxury and indulgence.

He had virtually no place to spend his money; he used it only to improve himself.

There was not a trace of desire for beautiful women, delicious food, or fine wine in his eyes; only a pure craving for intensity.

"She's right here."

The person in charge led Mingpo into an alley. The alley was completely covered by neon signs that stretched from the base of the walls to the ceiling, like vines made of metal and glass.

There was trash and warning signs blocking the entrance to the alley. He waved his hand, signaling his underlings to clear the way quickly.

This place is somewhat like one of those garbage alleys from the last century.

Between the two buildings, there was a lot of garbage piled up.

"You're quite smart."

Mingpo praised, "Knowing that hiding in the room is pointless, as it would be blown up with a single shot, hiding here makes it easier to escape."

Mingpo had seen many idiots before. They thought that by hiding these mining machines in underground shelters made of lead, they could stop the signals from being emitted and prevent the company from finding them. Even if they did find them, it would be very difficult for them to break in.

But that really doesn't make any sense.

Once Tianwen scanned out the location, a single incendiary bomb hit it and it behaved.

Normally, they don't need to recycle these abandoned mining machines. They just need to ensure that their chips and intelligence are completely useless. Mingpo notified Gu Ke'er to come over, but Mingpo took action before she even arrived.

He determined through location tracking that a direct attack wasn't necessary. He called for her primarily to cover his own retreat.

One could say it was fortunate that Ai Shiping didn't come along. Those people posed no real threat to Mingpo, but it was a different story for Ai Shiping. His prosthetic level was too low; if he had come, he might have actually been a hindrance to Mingpo.

Compared to so-called "solid doors and walls," this wall of garbage is actually able to stop Mingper.

He's somewhat of a germaphobe.

This is not a purely mental illness.

Because Mingpo had a very weak immune system as a child, even a slight contact with something dirty could be life-threatening. This is a kind of psychological trauma. Mingpo contracted a strange illness, somewhat like a combination of AIDS and hemophilia. Just falling to the ground, this most common bacterial infection, was enough to cause Mingpo's entire organ system to fail.

This almost caused Mingpo to die before she turned six.

But the company war had already begun. Hearing that Gaotian Life Sciences had excellent biotechnology, Mingpo's father, Ming Jingxing, used his connections to get Mingpo placed there for research.

It is precisely because of this that Mingpo's physical condition allowed him to safely weather the corporate war.

In a sense, Mingbo is a living advertisement for the life of Gaotian.

He didn't even know how many paradoxical techniques he'd used. The other employees weren't necessarily as good at fighting as Mingpo. Or rather, those who were that good were probably already inhuman.

Strangely, Gao Tian Life didn't turn Ming Po into a deadbeat; instead, he hired him as a regular employee. ...Perhaps it was because his father had helped them a lot during the company's war.

Mingpo sighed.

He missed his father.

After the trash was cleared, six bodyguards stood in the narrow passage. In the farthest corner, a woman sat on a plastic sheet with her head down. The last one was nearly two meters tall, and his right arm was a bright silver cybernetic prosthetic.

That's neither an engineering model nor a scrapped model... it's quite new. It's at least a two-year-old model. It's probably a combat prosthetic body removed from the body of a security personnel at Tower Base.

No wonder they dared to rebel against the company dogs.

So there's a proven track record of success.

"Company dog ​​-..."

The tallest man looked Mingpo up and down, a deep voice emanating from deep within his throat: "You've come to the wrong place."

Mingpo smiled and turned to look at the person in charge.

He didn't speak, but his meaning was clear.

Now, what do you say?

"Old Liu!"

The person in charge immediately panicked and tried to say something: "Please don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mingpo's figure suddenly became blurry.

His figure moved swiftly, making it impossible to see what he was doing.

But in just a moment, those six people collapsed.

It's completely different from how we treat outsiders.

To ensure that no one could extract any information from their heads, the heads of the five people exploded instantly, while the tallest one was struck three times by Mingpo in a single moment.

Mingpo's figure flashed in front of him three times in a row. The first time, he severed his right arm; the second time, he pierced through his heart; and the third time, he kicked his head away.

He walked up to the head and stepped on it like he was kicking a ball.

The fact that Mingpo didn't kick him means he has artificial skin on his head. A small-caliber pistol simply couldn't blow his head off.

This is perhaps the true "person in charge".

"It is indeed very advanced, but it is still a generation behind what I have."

Mingpo laughed and fired five shots into the head before finally destroying the brain completely.

Not far away, Lin Ya witnessed all of this, but remained silent.

She sat on the plastic sheet, her back against the stained wall, her knees tucked into her chest.

Her face was paler than the photo Mingper had seen in the mission briefing. There was a fresh wound on her left cheek, still bleeding.

She is a high-level prosthetic, theoretically more advanced than Mingpo.

The so-called "high-level modification" refers to a prosthetic body rate exceeding 66%, which normally prevents entry into the game. It requires surgery to remove an organ to lower the prosthetic body rate, allowing entry by a hair's breadth.

However, once the artificial organ is reinstalled, her access to the Deceitful Game will be locked out.

"High-performance mining rigs"

Mingpo smiled at the "fake person in charge" beside her: "Do you know what this means?"

"...I...I don't want to know..."

He was covered in sweat.

"This means she has already made a big mistake. That's why it's necessary to restrict her in this way."

Her fair forehead was covered in sweat, looking like a pebble wet by the rain.

"When you mining rigs escape, you always like to run back to the hive. But what's the point?"

"The only purpose... is to ensure that when you are found, there are a few more bodies buried with you."

Mingpo squinted and said softly, "You should know that yourself."

Lin Ya looked up at Ming Po, and when she saw his face clearly, she suddenly looked surprised.

Do you know me?

Mingpo raised an eyebrow.

"Are you... a wolf?"

Lin Ya murmured softly, covering her head.

She seemed to have thought of something, but among the large number of memories mixed together, it was too difficult to find that sense of familiarity.

"I...I know you..."

She spoke in a panic, seemingly gripped by an instinctive, inexplicable fear: "I should know you... Don't destroy me, I'm still useful..."

"Let me think about it. I should know you... Please give me some time..."

Her slender fingers gripped her forehead tightly, while Mingpo simply watched her perform quietly.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

The gun was raised and pressed against Lin Ya's forehead.

"Take your time, girl."

Mingpo smiled gently, bent down and whispered in her ear, "Don't rush..."

Take your time.