Cyber ​​Fantasy: Dragon Elves and Mortals

"——Idiot, you just went too far."

The captain's reprimand sounded over Trigger's intercom.

The wireless bone conduction earphones implanted in the forehead and deep into the skull are not only concealed, but can also make normal calls in silent areas where there is no network, and the call content is not easily eavesdropped by others.

This is undoubtedly contraband.

It was also one of the deposits given by the rather generous "customer" this time.

"I just want to cause some trouble for those rich guys."

The bear-eared mercenary codenamed "Trigger" couldn't help but retorted in a sullen voice: "Now that I say so, these words will pierce their hearts like a thorn..."

He muttered as he pushed open the door without hesitation.

There is no need to be wary of the defensive forces inside.

The induced virus from the Tower of Babel provided by Big Boss this time can even penetrate the highest level of protection "ICE".

In fact, a director of the head office was attacked from the Tower of Babel two weeks ago.

All his bodyguards were paralyzed by the virus and no one was spared.This matter has already spread wildly among the mercenaries in the Lower City District.

——Even those steel monsters that are nearly [-]% prosthetic cannot eliminate this virus once they are infected.

Unfortunately, the virus they obtained this time has a self-suppressing effect and can only be used in this operation.

Otherwise, if he sells this virus, the money he gets will probably be enough for him to wash his hands and retire...

click.

After Trigger entered the door, he locked the first-class door with his backhand.

The mechanical lock of the first-class cabin made a long beeping alarm sound and emitted a dazzling red light.

And as the trigger swiped a black magnetic card on the door handle, its alarm sound stopped abruptly.

Although the people inside will no longer resist or speak, there may still be people passing by outside... It is also necessary to close the door casually.

"Captain, that's what I thought..."

Trigger explained carefully: "After we steal their memories, we can't jump directly from the airship. If we fall into the sea, we will definitely die. We still have to blend in with ordinary passengers and get off the airship normally.

"However, if any first-class guest has an extremely high status and is too brave to take the risk of not catching us and making things bigger, sealing off the airport and forcibly retrieving the memories of all passengers, we will most likely Revealed.”

"so?"

"So I have to remind them that as long as this matter is revealed, they will be scrupulous by their superiors and suspect that they have lost any important information. At the same time, they may also be attacked by their colleagues. In this way, they have to calm down and think... "

"Do you think a superior person who can reach that status would never think of such a thing?"

The captain snorted coldly: "Do you think you are smarter than them all?"

"No, no, Captain——"

Trigger suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and without even bothering to check inside the house, he quickly defended himself: "Listen to me, I have a deeper plan... Even if I warned them like this, there's no way they wouldn't tell me. Someone is bound to spill the beans eventually.

"As long as one person spreads the word that 'one of the first-class passengers in this group has had his memory stolen,' all the people on board the airship will be suspicious of each other. Even if it is just suspicion without any Evidence can also be used as an excuse. In this way, things will become chaotic on Happy Island. The plan of the 'Monkey Faced Eagle' group can proceed more smoothly..."

"--smarty."

"……Hey?"

"You think too simply, Trigger."

A cold and disappointed voice came from the earphones: "If you do this, it will indeed allow us to leave the plane more safely. But you have mistaken the most important point - the Tower of Babel does not want to be low-key, they want to be as high-profile as possible. good."

"How is it possible? They are now wanted by the Seven Giants with the highest level..."

"Because they are not memory thieves at all, idiot! This is just an excuse for the elves to want them... Their real crime is to try to contact history!"

In the earphones, the captain's voice suddenly became louder and even spilled outside.

His voice was filled with a harsh sense of coldness: "Your ambition blinded your eyes, Trigger. You wanted to take away my position, and that's why you began to transcend your status as a member and try to directly support other teams to make meritorious deeds." Bar."

"I do not have……"

"Do you want to take away my position? Or do you plan to become a 'staff member'? Then I can only explain that your so-called wisdom is just a little cleverness.

"——When you get back, you can apologize to the boss yourself."

Trigger's pupils dilated with fear for a moment.

He could never have guessed that the "Tower of Babel" group of psychic hackers and memory thieves were actually legendary historians...

You must know that the study of history is an absolute taboo, and even the noble elves are not allowed to touch it at all.

The study of history was the only taboo, and the only death penalty written in the code of law.Even just trying to sort out the timelines in ancient literary works and summarize them into books is the biggest sin. Anyone who tries to touch, understand, and learn history will be punished with death.

The past that people know can only be those things that are passed down by word of mouth... It can be talked about casually, but it must not be turned into words and put on paper.

That is absolute death - erasing this person's existence and making "it" forgotten by everyone.

"Every pawn in my position knows that the Tower of Babel has touched history. These first-class big shots must know better. They will definitely realize the errors and omissions in your words, which means that you directly prove that 'We are not Babel' Tower of Babel'. Then we can't leave the matter of us stealing memories to Tower of Babel... Soon they will also figure out who has had his memory stolen."

"All channels, plan change. Search the memories of first-class passengers and report to me immediately after finding the target. There is no need to copy the target's memory. Directly stun the target and bring it to the captain's cabin. You can also remove the target's limbs depending on the situation. Others All passengers are injected with chronic poison, and the onset time is set to 10 minutes later."

The captain's voice sounded calmly: "Everyone, please reply if you hear this."

"...Yes, received."

Trigger responded hoarsely.

He grinned, as if he had eaten something spicy.

……how to say.Somewhat regretful.

Is it because I am too positive that I am self-defeating...

His eyes hidden behind the mask gradually became filled with murderous intent.

It's okay, this is not a desperate situation.

As long as these people can't go back, no one will know that they said such stupid things.He could just throw the blame on the other two people...

...As long as the boss doesn't retrieve his memory, he can believe his words.

He snorted angrily and looked back at the room.

Sitting in this first-class cabin was a cat-eared girl who looked gentle and petite.

Considering that people whose souls are small cats are relatively small, maybe that person is not a girl but a young woman.

She wore her hair in twin ponytails, with one strand of hair hanging in front of her left shoulder and a thicker strand behind her back.She looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she gives off the feeling of a virtuous, gentle and loving mother.

At this moment, she was sitting on her seat with her eyes closed tightly and her head bowed.

In front of her was an open box.

——There was a gun inside, and the safety was on.

Trigger's pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew the gun.

Peacemaker, a shotgun in portable mode.The gun body and barrel can be carried separately, and after assembly, it can be turned into a long gun, which will greatly increase its power.

The captain also has one, which is very useful when assassinating.

In the Sky Age, although the dragons acquiesced to the elves' right to form giant corporations, they did not give them the power to deprive other people of their lives, nor did they allow the elves to compile laws.Therefore, even the "Big Seven" dare not use lethal weapons to arm their psychic private armies, but can only use tranquilizer guns, net throwers, stun guns and cold weapons for them.

This kind of lethal firearm is a dangerous item that only "uncoded people" like them dare to produce, carry and use.

Except for the "directors" and immediate family members who are the privileged class.Others can be sentenced to three years in prison by the local head office under company law for mere possession.

"Damn..."

Trigger muttered.

……how is this possible?

They were able to bring the guns in because the security personnel were their own people who broke in two years in advance just for this plan.

But this little girl...

Many possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.For example, she might be the mistress of an underground gang, or a killer who sneaked in... In short, contrary to the impression, she is definitely not a kind person.

Immediately, Trigger quickly felt a sense of fear.

"Fortunately, there is that virus..."

Otherwise, if he broke in so recklessly, he would probably be killed directly.

After all, even he only holds a small-caliber silenced pistol.

As long as we have it, we can make the captain——

He suddenly felt greedy and wanted to reach out for the gun, but suddenly stopped.

With the last precaution, the trigger pulled out the gun and pressed it against the girl's temple.

"Stop pretending, you heard it all."

Trigger snorted coldly and threatened in a low voice: "Who are you?"

No response.

After a while, he sneered again: "In that case, I can only kill you first."

Still no response.

The girl still lowered her head, as quiet as if she had really fallen asleep.

If you haven't responded to this level, it's definitely not a trap!

The trigger was instantly ecstatic.

He reached out to seize his prize.

And just when he was holding the gun, he suddenly felt a cold, cold pain that was not strong in his right chest.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw clearly that the girl with cat ears was pinching a light fluorescent light with three fingers on her right hand.

The end of it was sinking into his right chest.

Like an engraver holding a carving knife, or a surgeon holding a scalpel.

There is no murderous intent, and there is no movement to accumulate energy.Silent action... If she had attacked her unstrengthened heart or head, she might have died without knowing how.

Even though his outer clothes and skin were undamaged, Trigger felt an icy cold flow on his right chest.

His personal system immediately reminded him that the three lobes of his right lung had been vertically severed by something.

None of his clothes, his muscles, or his ribs blocked the slender scalpel.

…but luckily.

The lungs that had been modified and strengthened due to excessive smoking... now saved his life.

At the moment when his right lung was paralyzed, his left artificial lung was activated in an emergency.

-- is an illegal psyker!

Damn, they are indeed peers!

"Go to hell!"

The fear that his life was in danger made him furious, and he punched the girl hard on the cheek with his left hand.

The left fist implanted in the steel frame was so powerful that she fell off the chair and rolled to the ground.The table with the tea set was also brought down.The exquisite tea set on the table was shattered into pieces in a crisp shattering sound.

If it were a more powerful right fist implanted with an enhanced prosthetic body, just one punch would be enough to blow her head away.

The reason why the left hand is the disadvantaged hand is because the right hand holding the trigger is holding the gun.He subconsciously didn't want the precious weapon to be damaged by the impact - after all, they couldn't have a weapons master who was good at repairing such contraband.

But Trigger also has confidence.

One punch was enough to knock the fragile psyker unconscious...

"Um……?!"

Trigger realized something was wrong immediately.

Because it doesn't feel right.

The first feeling he touched was indeed the feeling of a hammer hitting the bottom of the cheekbone and the top of the chin... He also clearly heard the sound of the cervical spine twisting and cracking, as well as the vibration of the bones breaking from the fist surface. paragraph sense."

But after that, I didn't feel any resistance.

And it felt like breaking some very thin glass, a crisp shattering feeling.

The figure of the "girl" fluctuated like a screen with poor signal, and she turned into the appearance of a boy with cat ears who was slightly larger than her but had a similar face.

It was clear that he had been severely injured a second ago...even his cervical spine had been damaged.

But now that guy looked like he was fine.

……I see.Is it a psychic power of change?

"This should be your true body."

A cruel smile appeared on Trigger's face, and he raised the newly obtained shotgun and pointed it at the cat-eared boy who was lying on the ground and looked at him warily but did not pounce again: "Then, let me give you a ride with it. .”

If you get any closer, you may be injured by the strange psychic energy that can penetrate the protection.

It's better to end the battle at this distance.

Although the power of the firearm may break the glass... but the captain controls the captain's room, even if the glass is broken, the airship will no longer sound the alarm.

If you're careful, you shouldn't fall.

But looking at himself, the desperate cat-eared boy in front of him suddenly smiled and his expression relaxed slightly.

——He is looking behind him?

The experience of the trigger immediately determined the intersection of the opponent's eyes.

No, it's just a trap.He was tricking himself into turning back.

The door had been closed by him, and his hearing enhanced by the prosthetic body did not hear the footsteps; the surveillance in the captain's room showed that no one entered or left the first class cabin after the airship took off.

There couldn't be anyone else here.

"childish."

Trigger scoffed.

He hated that guy who didn't say a word or beg for mercy even though he was about to die.

Can't recognize the situation clearly.It's nauseating just to look at.

So Trigger stopped talking and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In his mind, he imagined the moment when the opponent's head was blown apart by a bullet, and a cheerful and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

——However, nothing happened.

He only heard a crisp clicking sound, which made his back tense instantly.

...no bullets?

Trigger looked down at the gun in his hand in disbelief, confirming once again that it was indeed ready to fire.

There is only one possibility.

The gun was unloaded.

……are you crazy?

What do you do with the safety on an unloaded gun?

But in the next moment.

Trigger's consciousness suddenly disappeared.

There was no pain, but the scene in front of him changed rapidly - starting from his toes, the lens of his vision suddenly moved upward.

He didn't realize what had happened until he saw his headless body and the man slowly approaching from behind.

...where did this person come from?

That was Trigger's last thought before he lost consciousness.

"Russell... your mother's psychic power [the weapon that cannot be saved] is not for you to use like this."

The big white-haired dog, like a ghost, reappeared in the room silently.

But Russell could see clearly that he was not holding a sword in his hand.Not even anything sharp.

Just holding a plastic straw from the drink I just used.

He didn't even touch the two-meter-tall bear-eared masked man!

With just one stroke from afar, the strong mercenary whose body had turned into a semi-cyborg was separated from his body and head.

The young man raised his head and looked at Russell who had changed back, his eyes becoming a little complicated.

Looking at his expression, Russell subconsciously showed an innocent and harmless smile.