After sending the ssage, Yun You’s gaze returned to the hacker.
She cast a sudden glance, which made the hacker’s heart race uncontrollably, and his legs trembled.
"I... I’ve said everything I should, ma’am."
The hacker raised his head and cautiously said, "I swear, all this information is true, there is no falsehood, nor the slightest omission."
"And I know the rules too..."
As he spoke, he shakily took out an anonymous bank card from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Yun You.
"There are 30,000 in this card; 20,000 is the deposit paid by that Great Monk, I haven’t touched a cent... and 10,000 is a gift to apologize to you. Ma’am, please take this 30,000 and pretend I was never here...!"
"I swear to you, as long as you let go, I will never appear before you again in my life, and I won’t interfere in your affairs..."
The hacker’s tone was full of emotion, and the bank card in his hand glowed, looking sowhat enticing.
In the past, Yun You would probably have accepted the bank card without a second thought.
But this ti, she hesitated, and after a brief mont of contemplation, asked the hacker a question.
"I heard that with a Bionic Electronic Face, even though you can change your appearance, to perfectly mimic soone, you need a close face-to-face scan of the target’s appearance and collect their pheromones."
"So I want to know, that writer uncle... the owner of the face you used before, what did you do to him?"
Upon hearing these words devoid of any emotional tone, the hacker was slightly stunned.
"The owner of the face?"
He ca to his senses and casually replied, "He’s dead..."
"When I got there, I saw him crying in an alley because he was late delivering food, and he was calling his mom, saying he couldn’t go ho for the festival again, telling her not to make dumplings for him... He looked rather pitiful."
Though saying he was pitiful, the hacker’s voice carried no sympathy.
"I saw he seed to live in your building, so I went over and asked, and it turned out he really was your next-door neighbor..."
"I thought it was quite convenient, so I simply used an electromagnetic pulse to hack the delivery chip in his brain, burned his brain, and that gave him a painless release... Also spared him the tornt of living like that."
"Afterwards, well, it was just sampling facial features and collecting pheromones, nothing much to talk about."
His tone was eerily calm, and every word conveyed a complete indifference as if to him, killing a low-class person was nothing significant, like crushing an ant.
Indeed, that seed to be the case.
As a hacker with technical expertise, the young man’s status was far beyond that of ordinary citizens.
Although, like most hackers and rcenaries, he still lived in the lower layers of Nest City, it was only for the convenience of carrying out tasks and enjoying illegal pleasures.
The social status and class of these people were fundantally different from ordinary citizens, and in their eyes, low-class people and themselves were not even the sa species.
From a certain perspective, they’re not much different from the Apprentice Death Gods, as they only see weak civilians as ants.
A person with status stepping on an ant certainly doesn’t need to be responsible, nor would they feel any guilt.
In Nest City, so-called low-class lives are cheap, fragile, and utterly insignificant.
For this reason, the hacker could naturally... speak of killing in a tone almost jokingly.
He wasn’t afraid Yun You would bla him, because in his... in their worldview, the strong killing civilians is the norm, like ordering takeout or calling a technician for a ho service — what’s there to pursue?
No, there isn’t!
But what the hacker didn’t notice was that as he uttered those brazen words, Yun You’s face, hidden beneath hair and mud, was growing darker and more somber.
Yun You realized she was wrong.
In the past, she always believed that the most irredeemable in Nest City were the Apprentice Death Gods, and it was this group, with their superior attitude and repugnant personalities, that turned a perfectly fine city into a putrid cesspool.
The Apprentice Death Gods are "sick"; they suffer from a madness called "frenzy," and to cure it, there are only two treatnts — violence and slaughter.
Yun You used to think that if she could just kill these sick Death Gods, brilliant sunshine could pierce the suffocating gray skies and clouds, illuminating the streets once more.
But now, she felt she was wrong, her perspective too limited.
The people of Nest City are "sick," not just the Apprentice Death Gods, but all these scums who treat human life with disdain.
Yun You didn’t have such grand ideals; her little head couldn’t hold all those miscellaneous things.
She only wanted revenge, and in the process of revenge, to burn all these things that disgusted her to ashes.
Be it Apprentice Death Gods, rcenaries, or hackers...
"Anything ’sick’ should just die!"
Thinking of this, Yun You took a long breath and stepped heavily—
"Crack."
The hacker’s chest was crushed underfoot.
Fragnts of bone pierced his lung, then stabbed into his heart.
Blood flowed backwards, and excruciating pain along with a sense of detachnt quickly engulfed the hacker’s brain, rendering him unable to even cry out.
He widened his eyes, not understanding even at his final breath why this girl with extraordinary power took his life over an insignificant mortal.
He was a hacker! A rare talent in Nest City!
His life, how could it be reimbursed for a commoner? This wasn’t according to the rules, and it didn’t make any sense!
The hacker couldn’t comprehend it, it was beyond his grasp.
But he no longer needed to understand, because Yun You never intended to waste words.
In this world, words hold little aning; only blood and violence have effect.
"Hoo..."
Inhaling the scent of blood surrounding the room, Yun You let out a breath.
She casually grabbed paper and pen from the table and wrote today’s date on the paper.
[August 25, 2077]
Yun You stuffed the paper into her pocket.
This was her third ti committing murder.
Though this ti the killing was partly out of anger, it was primarily to avenge that writer uncle, but...
Unlike before, this ti, Yun You sensed a aning beyond re emotional satisfaction in the slaughter.
She was treating this city’s illness.
Even if her thods were a tad brutal... and differed from the "helper" she heard about from her parents.
But that doesn’t matter, not at all.
Because this is the path most suited to her, and the most comfortable one for her to follow...
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