MTL - Night Hacker-Chapter 276 smiley

   Chapter 276 Smiley

The great victory of   The Wilderness Freeman's successful raid on Farm No. 8 in the northern agricultural area spread back to the streets that night.

   On the second day, this has become a hot news in every bar on the streets of the city. Along with the news, there is also "Chicha Beer". It is said that a large number of girls were rescued by people in the wilderness that night.

   Iron Edge in San Manga, Good Bondi in Big House, Five Hundred Fleas in Little Flea…

  Beside the bar with different decoration styles, drinkers from all walks of life are talking and talking.

   "Our wilderness friends are really fierce. We don't play empty games every time."

   "The riots in the Hexiang district are just a few days ago, and the agricultural district is here again. This winter is off to a good start."

   "I heard that all those chicks are very beautiful, and they are not as beautiful as plastic surgery."

   "I'm going to the wilderness, and now there are so many beautiful women there."

   "To the free people of the wilderness!"

   In Jianggu District, some families with missing daughters were excited because of this street news.

  Some people immediately went to the Metropolitan Police Department to inquire about the situation and whether there was a new direction for the investigation of the disappearance case; some people have long been disappointed and even hated by the Metropolitan Police Department, knowing that it is useless to find those police officers, but they do not know who else to turn to.

  The media is also useless, at most one notice of missing persons is published.

   But as to whether there is a connection behind these disappearances, and what the truth is, no media dares to dig and report in depth. The media in Liuguang City are controlled by the bank.

  The media asked them to find the Metropolitan Police Department. The Metropolitan Police Department has always been investigating, and is investigating…

  Several couples of parents got together on the bustling Jianggu street, holding a large photo of their missing daughter, and yelling at passers-by like a madman, trying to attract people's attention.

   "A farm in an agricultural area, where our daughter is!"

   "They were kidnapped, help us!"

   "Our daughter's name is McKinney, she's only sixteen, help her!"

   But commuters and passersby walked by in a hurry, very few people would say "can't help you", and more people lowered their heads, read the information on the pager, read the newspaper, and ignored it.

   They still have to go to work, they have to work overtime, they are very tired, and they are not in the mood and have no time to care about other people's affairs.

   They don't want to get into any trouble. A trouble can ruin their whole life. They are not street dogs. They have to work hard for their family and themselves, to go a step further and live a better life in this city.

   What disappearances, what farms, what Chicha beers, none of their business.

   Soon, the parents who were making trouble were detained by the police from the Metropolitan Police Department who came and took the police car and left.

  This Jianggu street is back to normal again, people come and go on the zebra crossing at the crossroads, and no one glances at the other.

  …

  Night falls once again on this splendid metropolis.

  The high-rise buildings in the central area are shining with all kinds of neon lights. The headquarters building of Santo TV has a huge holographic image projected into the starless night sky.

   They wore cute group uniforms, with youthful smiles and innocent looks.

   At the luxurious Panorama Hotel on Acropolis Hill, you can see it clearly from the expansive balcony of this top-of-the-line ballroom.

The    banquet hall is full of excitement, this is a fashion dinner, there are many fashion designers and supermodels in attendance.

   But they are all just guests. The hosts are some young blood eaters, some boys and girls who have not yet become extraordinary people, and some inferior products without extraordinary talent.

  These young talents from the banking consortium walked around the banquet hall with these fashionable celebrities, drinking and laughing.

  Winter is coming, and the spring and summer fashion show for the coming year will be held. At that time, not only Streamer City, but also designers and models from Angel City, Newland City and other places will hold fashion conferences and catwalk shows.

   "The popular color for next year's spring and summer, I think it will be black, and the depth of the night is very representative."

   "Flare pants are outdated, jeans are too common, skinny pants or wide-leg pants, that's the question."

   "Leather pants? Leather pants are too street, we can't wear them."

  Sid-Raykow, in a wide-shouldered formal dress and wide-leg trousers, chatted with several fashion designers about what's trending in the coming year.

   It was mainly because she was talking about her opinions, and she had already expressed her attitude on her clothes today. At this time, several designers nodded when they heard the words. Of course, leather pants were no longer available. Leather pants did not belong to this circle.

  What color is the popular color, how should the garden clothing style go, it is never a simple design here.

   Among those prepared to be blood eaters who were invited to attend, there were also several potential disabled girls.

   It's no secret that they attended Elizabeth's charity dinner before. Angie Sterling obviously made a decision, and they haven't yet, but they can still be won by Elizabeth.

  Today, Sid-Rekow invited them to come, which was both a win and a blow to Elizabeth.

  If you really become a disabled person, someone with special disabilities like Elizabeth and Angie…

On nights like   , on such occasions, there is no place for them anymore.

   Charlotte Sterling and Karen Oliver were among them at this time, holding red wine glasses, also like preparing blood eaters.

   They looked no different from other girls like Besty Reiko, who had always been determined to be blood eaters. They were listening to Sid Reiko’s high talk together, occasionally laughing along with them.

  Sid can be said to be a blood eater template for their generation of young people, and her sister gang is very powerful.

   "Street leather pants, of course." Besti-Lekuo said suddenly, "Like Angie is wearing too bad now..."

  Besti kept ridiculing and even scolding An Qi tonight. The reason is very simple. She was injured in several places by the blast that day.

   Charlotte Sterling listened to this, but she was a little confused. She and An Qi had just met once two days ago. An Qi was dressed in street clothes and didn't care about the fashion at all, but she looked very handsome.

   "Elizabeth!"

   On the other side of the banquet hall, Qian Xingle was surprised to find a figure walking in from the door, and quickly walked over.

  As Elizabeth's ardent suitor, he hadn't seen her for a while recently.

  Although he had donated some money to the House of Red Rain, as a defective product, after the war on the top, Asa Xingle, whose family belongs to the Santo Company, did not dare to show a high profile, let alone participate in Elizabeth's activities on the street.

   At this time, he saw Elizabeth wearing an army green coat and jeans, with short to medium red hair, and holding a long sword.

   Even in such semi-street clothes, she has an elegant temperament, and at the same time has a rebellious demeanor, which really fascinates him.

   "Elizabeth, you are so beautiful today." Qian Xingle stepped forward and praised, which was definitely not a compliment.

   But he was a little strange, how could she come to this party? She stopped attending such occasions very early on.

   "Good evening." Elizabeth greeted back, scanning the crowd with her eyes.

   "The weather is really cold these days, do you have time? I invite you to go to the hot spring." Qian Xingle said with a smile.

  This is just an attempt, Qian Xingle doesn't have high expectations, but maybe Elizabeth will agree.

  The hot springs he mentioned are of course going to the Eden Lake. The hot spring lake there covers a vast area and is surrounded by beautiful scenery. Even if it is artificial, it is not comparable to the natural small pools of the hot springs.

   "I'm here today for business." Elizabeth strode over.

   At the same time, people have already cast their gazes, and they are all surprised, and everyone recognizes that it is "red-haired Liz".

  Sid-Leek raised his eyebrows slightly, not remembering that he had invited Elizabeth to come.

   But she did not hold the party alone, Lei Kuo had a share, and Seth also had a share.

The sisters next to    also whispered suspiciously: "Liz?" "What is she here for?" "What does she want to do?" "Shouldn't she be on the street?"

   "Liz." Sid-Ray exclaimed, but the other party didn't respond, just walked past.

   Elizabeth made her way through the somewhat buzzing crowd to the middle of the ballroom.

   Standing in the middle, she looked around at these well-dressed men and women who were full of fashion and art.

  Suddenly, Elizabeth shouted: "Good evening everyone, are you drinking Chicha!"

   She is a three-programmer. When she mustered up her strength to shout, her voice could clearly spread throughout the audience, blasting away those humming sounds.

   After a while, the banquet hall fell silent, each face stunned, and his eyes focused more on the red-haired man.

  What is "Chicha Beer", it has been spread in the past two days.

   But what Elizabeth Sterling wanted to say…

   If it was an ordinary person making trouble, security guards would already go to arrest them, but now they can only watch out for her actions.

   "Liz!" Sid-Reich stopped, and the surrounding young blood eaters frowned.

   They realized that it was not good, Elizabeth was not An Qi, not the kind of person who threw bombs and ran wild.

   Over there, Elizabeth said in a high voice:

   “I don’t see any benefit to Chicha in the banking system, let alone the best interest.

   "The biggest benefit should be an industrial assembly line beer that minimizes the cost. Machines can chew faster than human mouths, and industrial enzymes are more accurate than human saliva, and there will be no corresponding costs caused by those maiming girls.

"After those girls leave the farm, even if they go to Acropolis Mountain and Eden Lake, and become maids, lovers, and machines for cultivating extraordinary offspring, these can be achieved through formal recruitment, even if they are ritual offerings at carnival parties. There is still the least loss. Why pay so much to make a brew girl?"

   Elizabeth has already done a simple investigation, and her heart is aching and burning as she speaks these words.

  The expressions of everyone changed even more, and Sid Leiku waved his hand to let the security come forward to stop Elizabeth from going on.

   is the disabled person who seems to be talking nonsense, making the blood eaters here feel a danger.

  Elizabeth! Qian Xingle was anxious over there, and he couldn't talk nonsense here, it would cause big trouble.

   "Blood eaters, as long as you are sober, you know this is not in your best interest."

   Elizabeth turned to look at Sid-Leeku and the others, as well as those who were preparing to eat blood and those with potential special disabilities. As for the security guards who came up, she slowly drew a half sword, and they all stopped.

   If you get into a fight with her, no matter what, these security guards have responsibilities, so he hesitated.

   "This is not the best interest, it is an act of bullying and robbing women for raw pleasure, which happens to be the human side that only humans can enjoy.

   "Chicha beer should not exist in a system operating in the best interest of all."

   Elizabeth looked at the blood-eaters whose expressions sank, holding their wine glasses and speechless, and said loudly:

   "As long as you drink Chicha beer, don't talk about your best interests, you are not blood eaters, you are not qualified to talk about capital, you are just the remnants of feudal slavery!"

  Best interests and Chicha beer are contradictory things.

   Elizabeth looked around the dead silence, speak, refute, if you don't speak, this is your inner demon.

   This is the big stone that hinders your continued progress on the transcendent path, and this is also my winning hand.

   "Ha." Sid Leiku no longer called for security, a smile on his face, a good move...

   Around, whether it was Besty Leiku or Charlotte Sterling, these superhumans were also stunned.

   Although they are not yet extraordinary, they have already taken enough extraordinary classes in school.

   They can understand it, the blood eaters can understand it better, even a defective product like Qian Xingle can understand it.

   Elizabeth Sterling is holding on to a problem with what amounts to a psychic attack.

   This question, this kind of questioning, will make the blood eaters who can't answer them have knots and program errors.

  Because the transcendent program relies on human nerves and personality to operate, every breakthrough requires a breakthrough in understanding of personality.

   And "best interests" is the core image of the blood eater profession. Blood eaters are not butchers, not executioners, they don't enjoy the fun of Chicha beer, they only pay attention to interests.

   So why does Chicha beer exist?

   Once the blood eaters fall into this problem, they don't believe in this set, and the obstacle will come.

   Maybe the old blood eaters in the joint area have already penetrated, but these young blood eaters and those who are ready to eat blood cannot get around.

   This problem must be resolved.

   At this moment, the audience was silent, the blood eaters could not speak, and those who were not extraordinary did not dare to speak.

   A lot of fashion designers and supermodels just pretended that they had never heard of this conversation at all.

   But they couldn't help worrying about what trouble they might have when they heard this...

  噔噔, footsteps sounded, breaking the silence.

   Elizabeth turned and walked outside the banquet hall. When she passed the group of girls who were not yet extraordinary, she stopped and saw their dazed young faces, Charlotte and Karen were there.

   "You're just some boudoir pets, another Chicha."

   She said, she used to be, but not now.

   "Open your eyes and look, look at the world, look at yourself, don't sink in the appearance of a noble and innocent young lady, don't give yourself to others, it's very disgusting."

  Elizabeth felt that the oath of light on Charlotte, Karen and other potential disabled people was shining.

   She continued to walk, and when she passed Sid-Reiko, she kept her footsteps and just dropped a sentence: "Checkmate."

   She is going to the new World Bank building in the central district, and she is going to apply to the Union District for a ban on Chicha beer.

   Of course, Elizabeth is also ready to take on the Thunder Wrath of the United Zone.

  …

  The Acropolis Mountains, the Eden Lake District, and the Garden District are all spreading the word.

   Elizabeth Sterling went mad and made a big deal at a stylish dinner at the Panorama Hotel, stiffening the atmosphere and ending the dinner early.

   Originally, even so, her words could be completely blocked, and no one would know about it outside the banquet.

   But Elizabeth Sterling did more than that. She also sent a lot of emails at the same time that night, and discussions began to appear on the streets. I wonder if she assigned someone to spread it.

  The problem of Chicha Beer in the best interests system was raised by her, and it turned into a huge wave.

  …

  It was the morning when Elizabeth's appeal got a chance to talk and walked into the New World Bank building in the central district.

   Judy was with him as security and knew what Chicha was and what Miss Sterling was doing.

  Some things are more and more shaken in Judy's heart, but she still wants to believe that "Chicha Beer" is not the original wish of the bank mother, it must not be, it is some people below in the system that breed corruption.

   Elizabeth, holding a sword treasure, entered the bright, clean, and quiet building, and then came to a communication conference room.

The    marble floor is also bright and clean. She stands in the middle of the conference room, surrounded by a floor-to-ceiling visual screen connected to a polygon, showing different electronically synthesized faces.

   Most of them are men, but there are also a few women.

   Behind these faces are the arbitrators of the United District, representing the will of that side for this matter.

   "Elizabeth Sterling, the Union District wants to hear an explanation of your behavior at a fashion dinner."

  A male electronic synth sounded, without any emotional fluctuations, like a most qualified blood eater.

   "First of all, as far as my personal feelings are concerned, I don't like Chicha beer." Elizabeth said slowly.

   She looked at those synthetic faces, and when she faced them like this last time, she had experienced and grown a lot, and being able to stand here shows that she still did something.

   "As far as the banking system and the blood-eater training system are concerned, I also think Chicha beer should be banned. This kind of feudal privilege that only serves to satisfy personal desires is the destruction of the system, and cruel pleasures will eventually end in cruelty."

   "You're trying to get what you want in a way that makes Blood Eater procedurally wrong," said the male synth.

   Elizabeth had long wondered why the Union District allowed her to exist.

   This is indeed a living and solid system in itself, and it has many considerations.

   includes hedging, including changing forms to continue through the ages, so it allows reformists to exist.

   "I told you last time that I'm a reformer, and reform sometimes bursts. This kind of burst has to be endured even in the United District, because the United District may also have parts that need to be reformed."

Elizabeth said calmly and firmly, "An old system cannot see the appearance of a new system, only a young reformer like me can see it, and sometimes I will use some of the above methods to achieve my demands, not I want to destroy, but to innovate. ."

The    communication meeting room fell silent, and those electronic faces seemed to be watching her, and they seemed to be communicating.

   After a long while, the male synthetic voice sounded again:

   "The United District believes that your understanding of Chicha is too one-sided.

"Chicha beer, what you call the brutal joy, is also a contract, a conclusion, a tool to divide classes, and where class interests lie. The extraordinary is always a minority, who likes to drink the most and drinks the most Chicha beer. It's not the blood-eaters, but many people from the city and all walks of life."

   Elizabeth paused, her eyes moving...

   "Isn't that just a sign of something wrong with our system?" she asked. "It's an inefficient way."

   "Elizabeth Sterling, you are doing something very dangerous, this is a warning to you."

The male synth added, "The Union District has decided that Chicha will be cancelled and there will be no new beer warehouses. But you might as well think, what will the new Chicha be? The Union District believes that the total There will be Chicha."

   Elizabeth couldn't help laughing, smiling bitterly.

Danger? I have been doing dangerous things and will continue to do so.

  I don't care if you want to make Chicha beer, Cha Cha beer or what kind of wine, I think, there will always be none!

   "The Red Rain Corps and the Metropolitan Police Department will solve a major case," she said. "It's time for some girls to go back to their families."

   "No, they will enter Acropolis Hill, continue their previous position, and exert their final value." The male synth said, "This is all the decision of the United District on this matter."

   Elizabeth was still smiling, and the anger in her heart was still burning.

  The brutal joy will end in brutality, and one day the flames will burn all over the city.

   And those girls will be free eventually, they will.

  …

  The vast and vast wilderness is also covered with winter colors, and the vegetation has withered, making it even more desolate and desolate.

   But when a giant truck drove by, the singing and the lively conversation in the carriage all added life.

   McGinney stood by a window in the carriage, looking out, a sight of wilderness she had never seen with her own eyes before. The surrounding girls also crowded around and looked around, talking excitedly.

   After that night of escape, they had to travel for another two days, and this was the third day they had escaped.

  There are biscuits and bottled water in the car, and I get off the car a few times a day to rest, and this is how I came over the past few days.

   "Where are we going?"

   "Mr. Mask is a good man, he is very gentle..." Matsushima Oriko was saying.

   "He was so kind to us." Critia also admired.

   The man who rescued them was called "Mr. Mask" because he always wore a smiling face mask.

  They don't know who he is or what he looks like, but the longer they get along with him, the more they like him.

   McGinney is almost the same. At first, she was not without anxiety, afraid that she would only get out of the wolf's den and be caught by thieves, or be sold to an unknown destination.

   But now she has relaxed, and all kinds of hopes are ignited in her heart.

   McGinney kept imagining what Mr. Mask looked like, what kind of face was behind that smiling mask.

   She seems to be in love, although Mr. Mask does not belong to her, and she does not know him.

   Maybe because she is young, but Mr. Mask really has a charm that makes people feel so good.

  Mr. Mask is very patient. Every time he gets out of the car to rest, he tries to answer every question they have. He has a nice voice, and his words are humorous. He is also very considerate of them, and has a movable canopy ready for them to use at their convenience.

  Last night, Mr. Mask looked up at the stars with them and pointed them to the positions of the stars.

   These days, McGinney and hundreds of other girls have had more laughter than they have in the past year.

   The smiles and joys that each of them had lost since they were locked in the farm wine warehouse are gradually coming back.

   They are all teenage girls. Once they leave that dark and bleak environment and meet someone like Mr. Mask, their natural liveliness will quickly recover.

  Mr. Mask said that he was willing to take them to every corner of the world, but that should not be their destination. It was his luck that he could walk with them for a while, but then they had to go on their own.

   At this time, McGinny and the other girls suddenly saw a motorcade appear in the wilderness.

  Mr. Mask has already told them that he is a wilderness tribe called the Recovery Pioneers, and Chiba-Gibson is there. They didn't know about the resuscitation meeting, but of course they knew about Miss Chiba.

   is also the name that makes everyone surprised and looking forward to it.

   "We're getting there." A sound came from the car's horn, and Mr. Mask, who was driving in the front cab, was speaking.

   The atmosphere in the carriage was instantly lively, and the wilderness motorcade over there sounded a greeting like a horn.

   McGinney and the others suddenly exclaimed, and saw a silver-winged figure flying past the truck.

  Chiba-Gibson! The young woman with silver wings flew in mid-air, accompanying the truck, sometimes she flew high, and sometimes she flew down and passed through the window, showing her smiling face.

   There was a sensation in the carriage, and everyone was excited. It was really Miss Chiba.

   "It's her, it's her! I can recognize her eyes, but others can't pretend." Critia cried.

   They were actually locked up on the farm for a while, and they didn't know about Miss Chiba's new movie, let alone the fact that she was played by an extraordinary actor, but Mr. Mask also told them.

   Now this is Miss Chiba, who like them ran into the wilderness for freedom.

  The big truck gradually stopped to join the convoy, and soon, Mr. Mask opened the door of the carriage.

   The cold wind of the wilderness outside whistled, but their hearts were full of eagerness.

   Hundreds of teenage girls began to get out of the car, and McGinney also followed the wave. She was the first person to rush out of the warehouse, and now many people are rushing to get on.

  Mr. Mask, Chiba-Gibson, and some other wilderness teams of off-road vehicles and pickups.

   Those wild free people were still a little far away, and they didn't shout or shout, just smile, as if afraid to frighten them.

   "Everyone, welcome to the Pioneers of Recovery. I'm Chiba Gibson, your guide."

   A group of girls have surrounded Miss Chiba, cheering for each other's welcome laughter.

   And the sadness of not being able to go home, Mr. Mask has accompanied them through the most difficult stage these days.

   Mr. Mask was standing there, with a black coat and jeans, tall and handsome, with letter tattoos on the fingers of both hands.

   McKinney looked at him, feeling that she was about to leave, and she was reluctant to part, "Mr. Mask, thank you..."

   "No, thank yourselves, you took that step, you saved yourselves, and you saved me." Mr. Mask said, "I feel bad when I think of you guys chewing corn constantly, and I won't anymore."

   Over there, Morissa also came and winked at Chiba, this is the person I love.

   All the girls looked at Mr. Mask and heard him say again: "In my opinion, that's a blasphemy, because a girl's kiss is the most beautiful thing in the world."

   Suddenly, McGinny couldn't help but walk up, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the cheek of his mask lightly.

  Suddenly, Critia, Matsushima Oriko and others also came over, and after McGinny, they either tiptoed or raised their head and kissed Mr. Mask, and then the other girls also came.

   They formed a large group, and each gave him a girly kiss, kissing his smiling face mask, where the cheeks were, where the lips were, where the nose was, where the eyes were with a mesh cover.

   One by one, light or heavy lip prints were printed, with their thanks and their enthusiasm.

  The girls broke the distance with a kiss, and turned the mask that used to separate people into something intimate.

   "Mr. Mask, can I see what you look like?" McKinney asked, looking like a girl in love.

   The other girls also wanted to see it, and they also made requests. They saw Mr. Mask lift his right hand with the letters tattooed, and took off the cowboy smiling face mask that was tied to his face, revealing a smiling face.

  McGinny couldn't help but widen her eyes, her heart pounding like a hammer, and it throbbed.

   That face is only better than she imagined, more handsome, with a dashing and unrestrained look.

The girls around    were roaring, and they saw the person they loved.

   was not sure before, but after seeing Mr. Mask's appearance, they were sure.

"I'll send you here, goodbye." Mr. Mask said, holding the mask in his hand, turned and walked towards an off-road vehicle that will be prepared for him in the recovery. The truck is left for them to continue to transport people, and he drives this off-road vehicle.

   At this moment, McGinny woke up like a dream, and she chased after him excitedly and asked, "Will we meet again?"

   "Mr. Mask, what's your name?"

   "Can I come with you!"

  Many girls were also chasing, shouting, "I want to go with you!"

   They saw the man waved his hand, opened the door of the off-road vehicle and sat on it. As soon as the engine rang, they started the car and left.

  The orange-red off-road vehicle gradually went away in the wilderness, heading towards the south of Liuguang City.

   He took away their love and their weakness.

   As Mr. Mask has already said, they have to toughen themselves up.

  McGinny chased her for a long distance, and then gradually stopped, Mr. Mask, we will see you again.

   "Ah, this picture is so good." Morissa looked at it over there and said fascinatedly: "I'll go back and paint it."

   "You don't seem to care at all." Chiba couldn't help asking Morissa, the girls went after Lindsay, so she wasn't surrounded.

"Asai just loves them but doesn't like them." Morissa said in a tone that I know very well, "Only those female middle school heroes who are beautiful, good-looking, full of passion, and playful are his. Dish. These chicks don't have enough charm for him yet."

   One of the off-road vehicles in the wilderness team that came was driven by a tall and slender woman wearing a mask, and followed Chiba. She had been watching the situation in the car before, but she also came up at this time.

   "What's going on?" the ghost girl asked Chiba, curious and thoughtful about these girls.

   Ghost Girl knows Chiba-Gibson, but didn't know that she was also a "sharer" before.

   "They are imprisoned girls." Chiba said with a smile, "Now you are free."

  The ghost girl looked at the girls who started to turn around and walked back in the cold wind of the field, thinking about something, and said:

   "I can teach them how to fight, they can fight, I used to be an agent."

   (end of this chapter)