I'm not a cyberpsycho

The underground boxing ring sent over the coordinates for tonight's black boxing match.

But it was still broad daylight, so Li Pan drove back to the company, typed the daily newspaper in the office, and wrote a short essay describing how he beat up the cherry blossom tree last night to save the temporary workers, and handed in the "wakizashi" investigation report.

By the way, I also dug out the monster survey of the 'Ghost Tower' and updated it. I added the relevant information about the 'Ghost Tower' and the couplets for further updates.

It's not that Li Pan loves work so much. The main thing is that he has now developed the use of handkerchiefs. The silver key is equivalent to a Superman experience card that can be used every day and every second. Of course, the more such plug-ins, the better.

Moreover, Li Pan thought about it and felt that if he wanted to set up a small target, it would be faster to target a few more 'monsters' than to kill gangsters and fight black boxing. Just like Monsters Inc., if it doesn't open for three years, it will last three years after it opens.

So the fax machine was buzzing with commendations from the headquarters, praising manager 0791 for his outstanding performance and awarding him a silver key.

It's a pity that no manager called to express interest in 'Wakizashi' this time.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it's not that managers from another world are not interested in having a caesarean section or a female Sakura tree. It's that the known 'Taisui' is more likely to attract the interest of managers from another world than the unknown 'Wakizashi' .

After all, ‘Tai Sui’ is a ‘monster’ that has been researched and developed by the Ministry of Technology and has corresponding uses that can be easily applied and monetized. And things like 'handkerchiefs' and 'wakizashi' are all new. Outsiders don't know the specific uses, and there is no urgent need. I'm afraid they won't take the risk to get samples for you to test, so naturally they won't be able to give them to you. Make an appropriate quote.

Li Pan thought about it and felt that the technical department should be cleared out as soon as possible, otherwise it would take a month just to send the samples here and there. Rama and Aqi took the space elevator to the Customs Space Station specifically for this matter. The process is so delayed. How can we possibly achieve small goals in time?

So he made a call, chatted with the landline, and asked about the layout of the technical department.

Similar to the standards of the logistics department and warehouse department, the technical department also has three areas of red, yellow and blue for the investigation of various monsters.

The Blue Zone will not come into direct contact with monsters. It will only use various equipment, such as SEMOEM and other observation equipment, to conduct basic microscopic observations, material composition analysis, and identification of monster derivatives, image data, and environmental samples that come into contact with monsters. Basic composition, physical basic property testing, and various scientific experiments.

The yellow zone is similar to a warehouse. Some monsters will be kept and limited observations will be conducted. Occasionally, some cyborgs, synthetic beasts, clones, etc. will be allowed to be used and placed in the monster area to conduct live dynamic interaction experiments to observe whether the experimental subjects will induce monsters. reaction, whether it will have special effects, and whether it will mutate under the influence of monsters.

As for the red zone, temporary workers are directly used to have direct physical contact with the monsters, and the developed equipment is used to conduct various technical experiments on the monsters.

The previous red zone monster experiment data are the secrets of each company. Only the head office has the right to adjust the technology. Even a general manager like Li Pan has to submit a task application and a series of investigation documents. After obtaining permission from the headquarters, Only then can you go to the archives room in the red zone of the Technical Department to view the original document reports that have not been deleted. Otherwise, you can only guess there with a bunch of 'deleted' copies.

Originally, Li Pan planned to bring a bunch of subordinates to slowly take over the tasks of the technical department, and everyone would fish together, but now it seems that these subordinates are probably unreliable.

Look at Kotaro and Shiranui. He boasts that he is a ninja ghost and a demon. In fact, he is just a bunch of bastards who have failed to achieve anything and are prone to failure. Some of them are simply undercovers. Instead of leading them to hold them back. , might as well clean up the technical department yourself.

So he and Shiba determined the general situation of the blue area on the first floor of the technical department. Li Pan used the pistol in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. He took the elevator and entered the technical department to do a single brush.

According to the information collected last time by using spider style to enter and exit, the blue zone is mainly composed of out-of-control surveillance drones, as well as some artificial human guards and biochemical beast police dogs. Fortunately, these gadgets have expired their genetic lifespan, and most of them are gone. dead.

In order to avoid damaging company facilities, these warning robots use police anti-riot weapons, hypnotic gas, and impact warheads. The damage effect is limited and not even fatal. Last time, Spider-18 simply used the identity of the assets of the company's technical department. Coming in, no combat was triggered along the way.

Li Pan came in and took a quick look, then started emptying the magazine with bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang started to empty the magazine. He didn't care whether the robots were out of control or not. He didn't want to risk saving the company money. He would hit anything he saw anyway, and buy new ones if they were broken. It was old equipment. It will eventually be reimbursed.

Moreover, he has been playing close combat recently, and Li Pan almost forgot that he had chosen the shooter talent at the beginning. Just in time to practice his gun sense, he took the black kite and fired "bang bang bang" all the way. The surrounding guards were cleared easily.

After all, when your whole body is covered with bulletproof armor, and bullets can break through the armor and implode to kill you, then it is not that difficult to infiltrate head-on.

Entering the blue zone laboratory, there are instruments and equipment everywhere. They are all very expensive professional machines and a complete set of automation equipment. Moreover, the entrances to each laboratory are blocked by lamppost equipment that emits blue light walls. Bullets, Debris and shock waves blasting into the laboratory will be blocked by the protective barrier.

Li Pan Bang Bang Bang fired a few shots. The bullets hit the light wall and slowly stopped in mid-air as if they were stuck on the glass. Then they fell down at a strange and constant speed under the pull of gravity. But if an ordinary human walks in at a normal speed and feels resistance, there won't be any problem.

This thing looks quite interesting, but the hair growth equipment is a bit big, and the laser needs to be exploded, otherwise you can make two bulletproof ones mounted on the car.

By the way, now that you have money, you can probably go to Martin Roush's to upgrade the Emperor 620, get some bulletproof armor, and ask him about the ghost building by the way.

So Li Pan wandered around the blue zone laboratory, first clearing the laboratory of the identification department. Although in order to prevent the lower laboratory from getting out of control, he had not yet used the authority to restart the entire technical department, but as long as he recruited some Professional technicians or university graduate students who use these instruments should be able to make some basic test reports.

Seeing that it was almost time, Li Pan did not continue to clean the lower laboratory, so he moved some lampposts to the logistics department warehouse for backup, and then set off to the commuting area to watch the black boxing.

These days, the underground boxing world has a ring, which is basically a fight to the death without rules. Except that nuclear bombs are not allowed to kill the referee and the audience, it basically doesn't matter how it is built. The main focus is unlimited fighting.

Yes, modified prosthetics, genetic mutations, psychics, superpowers, and other weird ghosts can enter the ring. The company also likes to put in early experimental products for strength testing, as long as you explain yourself in advance Just the ability.

Yes, if there are any rules, it is that you can cheat in the ring in a cunning way, but you can't hide it before entering the ring. You can catch your opponent by surprise. The punters were caught off guard.

For example, if you claim to be a monk from some monk's temple, and you have been practicing Prajna Vajra Palm since you were a child, the dealer gives you very high odds, but you raise your hand and shoot out a set of Great Mercy and Great Compassion depleted uranium bullets. Isn’t that a fake match?

So even if you have Gatling in your arms, you are not allowed to use it without reporting it.

After all, those who easily spend hundreds of thousands of black money on bets are not believers. If someone thinks you cheated him of his money by fixing matches, they will really kill your whole family, regardless of level 5 or level 6.

Of course, in the underground boxing world, there are indispensable fake punches, so there are still bookmakers and gamblers who will personally end the fight, and the winner will get it all.

Although it is more intuitive and exciting than exploding balls, black boxing matches are still too chaotic. Boxers, referees, bankers, and punters all come together to fight in groups. The NCPA doesn’t want to clean up the ground all day long, so this kind of overly violent match can only be done in private. Conducted.

Tonight's game is organized by the Tianlong Gang. It focuses on fighting themes, so there will be no monsters like synthetic beasts and aliens, and there won't be people carrying shotguns and RPGs to sweep up. The participants are basically traditional culture enthusiasts associations. Of course, the members are at least Level 4 or above enhanced prosthetics, and their side jobs are special professions such as red flower double sticks, professional killers, veteran kings, parking lot security guards, and professional maids. So the level of violence and bloodshed will not be less at all.

Li Pan came to the competition venue, which was located in the playground of an elementary school in a pigeonhole tube building in the commuter area. After school, the students used the playground on the roof of the building for boxing competitions. The roof of the building was the arena. It was more than 20 stories high, so even if it fell, Lose, everything is surrounded by the high-rise buildings of Gezidong. People from the Tianlong Gang set up cameras across the building to broadcast the boxing match live. Only gamblers who bet one million can come to the scene. Under the leadership of the Tianlong Gang’s younger brother, Go to the window sill of a high-rise apartment on the outskirts to watch the game, separated by a road, at least to prevent punters from jumping on the ring to interfere with the players and beat the referee.

When Li Pan arrived, fighting had already begun on the playground.

An old man with eight prosthetic eyes and four arms performs the Yongchun White Crane Fist. All four arms are prosthetic bodies, and the boxing routines have been edited. On the outside, both arms are whipped with a single whip, the cannon fist hits the head, and the palm of the hand is like the wind. Inside, it is the Jeet Kune. An inch of strength goes straight to the heart, with murderous intent everywhere.

This is equivalent to two people working together to hit you. In a true sense, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. The old man's footwork is even more flexible and changeable. His body shape seems to be erratic and unpredictable on the field. He is clearly a master of ancient boxing. It's a pity that looking at his old injuries, he probably had his hands cut off and his eyes gouged out in the past, so he was reduced to the point where most of his prosthetic body was modified and he ended up doing wild boxing.

And the opponent is not weak either. This is a young man whose limbs, legs and feet are all covered with lobster scales. Judging from his body movements, it is clear that he is using a combination of street and Muay Thai techniques. He is used to punching with knees and elbows, and his kicks are fierce. He relied on his armor to defend himself from punches with his hands and swords, and whipped his legs to fight back with cold blows. At first glance, he looked like a common ruthless kid from the Night City, a regular visitor to the morgue of the Arena Prison.

The two of them had just gone through a few rounds at this time, and were still in the testing stage. The fight was like a mantis fighting a rubber bug. One of them would pounce on them and smash the shell with their fists, while the other would shudder and sweep his legs to force the other to jump away.

Although these two people look weird and their actions are quite funny, the people who enter this kind of ring must be murderous guys. Although the equipment is a little rough, most people are so poor that they want to go into the ring. They must have no money. Those level five prosthetics usually pick up trash to strengthen themselves.

According to the rules of black boxing, these boxers can get cash immediately after winning every match, and their opponents' corpses can also be taken home as trophies and modified to enhance their equipment. So to put it bluntly, this black boxer has always been an area hardest hit by cyberpsychosis, a pure communication center for patients.

Li Pan had actually thought about it before. If he really couldn't survive being bankrupt in the Night City, he would go to the garbage dump to find a way to strengthen himself, and then just live a life as a gangster. So looking at the atmosphere of this discussion, I actually felt quite friendly, with a warmth like home.

With this distraction, the winner was suddenly decided on the field.

The old man threw another bastard punch, and the young man also swept his legs to force the person away. Unexpectedly, the old man didn't retreat this time, and suddenly jumped up on the spot! And this guy actually has two vector nozzles installed under his butt! When the white crane spreads its wings, it stays in the air for a very long time! He dodged the leg sweep, followed by a flurry of punches and swords, and was about to tear the Muay Thai guy into pieces!

However, the Muay Thai guys also have emergency equipment. It seems that springs are installed on the leg, foot and knee joints. Suddenly, he launches himself, kicks off the ground, and runs back two meters away. He also turns around and kicks with a roundhouse kick. His lobster legs are like rockets. It popped out and almost kicked out the old man's intestines.

"Hey wow!"

Unexpectedly, the old man also let out a strange scream, dodged to avoid the flying kick, and the rocket on his butt exploded! Speed ​​up and sprint! Use a trick similar to a super charge to rush over! The prosthetic limbs are like four steel knives, they are about to catch up and pierce the boy!

But one of the two rocket nozzles on his butt was not adjusted properly or was deliberately designed. One of them suddenly failed, so the move turned into a whirlwind charge tornado, spinning the old man in place like a spiral. When he got up, his path of action was extremely strange for a while.

But this time the Muay Thai guy was really caught off guard. In a flash of lightning, the old man swept him into the empty door with a knife, click! His neck was broken instantly, and most of his head was sliced ​​off by the prosthetic palm knife, and blood instantly stained the playground red.

Although the old man succeeded in the surprise attack, he completely stalled and flew out of the playground, duang! He hit his head against the wall of the Tongzi Building opposite, his head exploded, half of his waist was broken, and he fell from the roof with a clang, leaving a trail of blood and brains on the wall.

Are both people dead? There are quite a few such situations. Even if it’s a draw, half the battle is lost.

So Li Pan glanced at the players preparing for warm-ups in the classroom below, looking for Leticia's hound, but to his surprise, the little she-wolf was not found, so he was asked to find an acquaintance.

Juan, the boy we met at Da Xiong’s funeral, is a relative of Da Xiong’s wife.

Didn't he say that he would help his mother run the bar and stop boxing?

Li Pan thought for a while and realized that he was a friend after having a drink with him, so he took a photo and sent a message.

Juan also raised his head, saw Li Pan, connected to the conversation and waved.

"Hi Amigou! What a coincidence!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Li Pan was not cursing, he was stating an objective fact.

Juan is just a mortal who looks a little stronger. His whole body is made of iron. He is so strong that he can kill a third-level athlete. What are you kidding me about doing black boxing? Back then, Li Pan was able to compete in a one-on-three fight in the military academy, and he also learned a lot of fighting skills. He was considered very powerful among mortals, but he didn't dare to take this path until the last moment. Do you think anyone is qualified to be a rich person’s toy?

"Alas..." Juan sighed, "One of my buddies was stabbed and couldn't move. But if he doesn't fight this, he will default and go bankrupt on the settlement day. Where is his family? Let me do him a favor. If you stand up to one, the worst thing you can do is go up and get a beating, it’s okay, I’m very strong.”

"Are you stupid? Where did you come from in the Night City just now? Are they taking advantage of you?"

"Que sera sera! Just let fate happen. Come on, Amigou!"

Juan also refused to listen to advice. The previous games were all fights between fishes, so it was his turn soon. He put on a wrestling helmet to cover his face and went up to do it.

His opponent was also a little old man from the Tianlong Gang. Although he was much shorter than Huan and did not have a prosthetic body, Li Pan could clearly feel that the opponent's "qi" was very strong, probably about the same as him.

Black boxers don't play nice. As soon as the little old man got started, he used a Baji stance and hit him with a mountain-splitting palm, forcing Huan to retreat.

And when the opponent's posture was wavering and his steps were unsteady, he suddenly chased a bow and arrow and hit his face with a hammer fist. Without even passing three moves, bang! A punch in the face sent the big living man flying two meters away, and he lay paralyzed on the ground unable to get up for a long time.

This old man is a master of Bajiquan. But Juan... you're not very good at wrestling, you probably practiced in the game...

Fortunately, the master did not continue to pursue, but it was not because of his good martial arts. Li Pan noticed that the little old man's back was not straight, there were old injuries on his spine, and his breathing was a little wheezing. He must have been interrupted by a palm. The waist was reconnected, so I couldn't straighten my back, and the lung meridian was damaged, so I couldn't use any strength, so my kung fu was not as good as before, otherwise this punch would have killed Huan.

However, after this punch was thrown, he probably knew that the opposite side was an embroidered pillow, so he didn't need to use any killing moves, and his efforts were in vain.

Juan was also hot-headed, loyal, and not really stupid, so he lay on the ground with a nosebleed. He lay there for ten seconds and asked the sweeping robot to drag away the garbage.

Li Pan also breathed a sigh of relief, it was still a near miss.

But looking at it like this, Li Pan suddenly noticed that there were indeed many masters in the Tianlong Gang. They were all the kind who had been trained for thousands of years. As long as they had money, they could immediately strengthen their prosthetics to the fifth level. It's just that many of these people are handicapped, missing arms and legs, unable to perform any martial arts, and equipped with level three or four prosthetics, which greatly limits their strength.

Li Pan was a little strange for a moment. It didn't make sense. There were so many martial arts practitioners in the Tianlong Gang? Aren't they still competing with Dongcheng Club? Why don't you let these masters go and let them be reduced to doing black boxing to pay off their debts? The Dongcheng Society is a bunch of miscellaneous fish and they are all in the same trap. The Tianlong Gang makes so much black money, so they can't be so petty and don't even give them a level 4 prosthetic body, right?

Li Pan opened the NCPA bounty system and took a closer look. Sure enough, most of these gang masters were powerful thugs. They had life lawsuits against them. They had a large number of violent criminal records when they were young. They were clearly the main force of the Tianlong Gang when they entered the Night City. , but in recent years they have been very low-key, as if everyone has washed their hands of others. Except for the occasional boxing match, they almost no longer participate in gang affairs.

And speaking of which, I heard that Lao Wu retired from the gang and came to open the Peace Hotel. I used to think that this guy was working for the gang. He was shot in the knee and could only live in seclusion. Could it be that Is there any hidden secret here?

So he couldn't help but ask Lao Wu why his leg was lame.

Lao Wu was silent for a while and then cursed in reply,

"Broomboy, your wings are stiff, aren't they? Show my shortcomings! You are not from our circle, it's none of your business!"

"Hey Uncle Wu, it's wrong for you to say that. If you hadn't refused to drink my tea and kicked me out of the underworld, I might not be where I am today. I would be half your elder. You I don’t dare to pay too much attention to the matter, but I’d like to say a few words about this kind of rumors in the world, so that the younger generation can gain some experience.”

Old Wu snorted coldly,

"Hmph! You want to hear a joke, right? Well, I'll tell you.

About ten years ago, there was a lunatic who mingled among the immigrants and followed the smuggler to sneak into the Night City to work. You know how the gang made money. When the lunatic saw his waist, he took action when he was forced to do so. As a result, this happened. This guy is a martial arts maniac. He killed and injured more than 200 people in the gang and fled, but he has not been caught yet.

My leg was also broken by his kick. We are all martial arts practitioners. After losing to him, we will lose face and have no ability to walk around in the world again. You are satisfied. "

"Did you lie down? So powerful?"

Although he felt that the Tianlong Gang deserved it, Li Pan was really shocked, alone? Overthrow the Tianlong Gang? What kind of concept is this?

"What's this man's name?"

"I don't know, he's a stowaway. His identity is fake and his ID has been torn up a long time ago. But judging from his martial arts, he should be a master of Wudang."