Brother Ni swings the hand holding the whip, making it crack loudly, while the others watch in awe, seemingly forgetting what their mission is here.
"Playing SM this well, that's why you need Ni to cure Ni."
Shui Yue withdrew his long knife and clicked his tongue in amazent. "Who would co up with such a move?"
Apart from the eager glamorous woman and Assassin 42, Exchange Coupon started worrying about the prisoner.
"Don't beat him to death."
Glamorous Woman: "Co on, he's a prosthetic human after all. If a few whips can kill him, then he shouldn't be in this business."
Brother Ni enjoyed the whipping, but unsure if the 'black ghost' was truly exorcised, worried he wouldn't get a turn, Glamorous Woman quickly grabbed the whip from Brother Ni and pushed him aside.
"My turn, my turn. I'm the true white master, maybe my ancestors even sailed ships, so my exorcism is definitely stronger than yours!"
"Count in, I'll give it a try too."
"Damn..."
Exchange Coupon, keeping so sense, couldn't bear to watch, thinking that wasting ti with these weirdos was less productive than going out to find the Cleaner to gain experience.
Not only him, even Slippery and the Haitian hackers had difficulty holding back, knowing, through Karelinna's brain connection in cyberspace, roughly what was happening outside.
Whipping people is one thing, but calling it 'exorcising the black ghost', damn, I'm a Haitian from Latin Arica, not an African black!
No relation to the black slave trade!
What a bunch of lunatics.
Slippery felt that even if his people didn't fry Karelinna's brain, the folks outside might play her to death.
After much deliberation, he chose to leave with the Voodoo Gang hackers.
Those hackers across had crude skills, which didn't alarm him, but Slippery knew soone was behind them.
The opponent dealt with the Sea God's subnet and wouldn't mind adding a small Voodoo Gang hacker to their list.
Noticing the enemy hackers retreat, Jackal notified Brother Ni and the others to stop, then imdiately started infiltrating Boris' prosthetic system through the Soviet agent's internal network.
This left the three outside, enjoying their whipping, a bit frustrated.
Brother Ni reluctantly puts down the whip, lanting,
"If only we could add a MOD to change this guy's image to Yasuke."
"If you switch to Yasuke, I'm afraid you'd whip him to death."
Shui Yue laughed mischievously at Karelinna lying on the ground, skinned and clotheless due to the three's whipping.
"How do we deal with this guy later? Do we silence him permanently?"
To him, it seed like they broke that big BOSS's weak point, serving no further purpose.
"Don't...don't kill ..."
Experiencing firsthand how crazy these people are, Karelinna wouldn't gamble her life hoping they spare her because she's a Soviet agent.
Enduring severe pain, she squird within the electric net, trying to sit in a less uncomfortable position.
"I still have money... hidden so cash and stuff in Dog Town locations. If you spare , I'll tell you where they are..."
Shui Yue shook his head, pulling out a dagger.
"Who knows if you're telling the truth? Better off killing you later."
"Hey, hold on."
Brother Ni stopped Shui Yue's advance, retrieving the whip he had just set down.
"This guy's still a Soviet agent, might have so confidential intel worth extracting, squeeze him for remaining value and... hehe..."
Whizz—
Ready for round two.
[Side Quest: Dual-ranked Senior Agent]
[Quest Background: You've captured a Soviet agent, this organization's fearso reputation from a century ago no longer exists, but they might be useful for Horizon Corporation, now just lacking another one]
[Quest Description: Capture two living Soviet agents,]
[Quest Reward: Self-selected illegal prosthetic*1]
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To tackle this overpowered BOSS, players improvised extensively in the building, but the ga lacks save-backup, leaving them clueless about which building the opponent will enter, relying solely on luck.
Scattering li powder on floors, tracking footprints, filling rooms with aerosols, or preparing random items like paint and ink.
Going extre, they set traps and rigged mines.
Yet, facing Boris, these asures all failed.
This guy wouldn't bite, slippery as ever, directing Cleaners to clear the path and trigger mines ahead while he lurked behind with a sneak shot. Thin partition walls were risky since getting spotted by his high-penetration prosthetic eye ant death, imnsely frustrating the Truth Departnt.
Boris paid no heed to Cleaner casualties, their deaths ant no more to him than killing a cockroach.
Checking the status bar, the optical module still had one-third battery life, sufficient for the upcoming operations.
"Twenty-two dead...what other tricks do you have?"
He clearly sensed the opponent gathering strength for a counterattack, confident to take them all if nothing new erged.
"Another one..."
In his prosthetic eyes' view, an unlucky soul was about to fall under his gun.
Buzz—Just as he fired, the vision suddenly flashed red and white speckles, like static on an old TV screen.
"What!?"
Shocked and furious, Boris realized it was a hacker attack program, and they had bypassed his firewall through internal ports.
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