In public waters, the comedian stood on an ocean-going merchant ship and triumphantly threw a potato chip into the sea.
"You're free!" she said.
She clasped her hands behind her head, her leather jacket rustling in the sea breeze, and the comedian could clearly feel the waves tapping her cheeks.
She heard about the battle between Endo and Edith and the news that Noriko Honma was captured alive. It was such a pity that Noriko Honma was about to die.
She held the black box in her pocket. The backup of Noriko Honma's consciousness was there. Once she reached the safe area, the comedian could revive Noriko Honma. This was a promise.
It's a pity that comedians have never been good at swearing.
She took out the box and played with it between her fingertips, thinking about the possibility of selling it to the Nestor Corporation so that they could crush Noriko Honma to pieces forever, both physically and mentally, like wiping away a
Dirt makes Noriko Honma never exist.
Doing business with them? Nestor might kill him, the comedian thought.
The comedian knew that maybe one day Nisto would catch him, a lawless thinking thief like himself.
Ah, she just wants to enjoy as much free life and ill-gotten gains as possible before that day comes. A happy comedian, fearless, has everything, and can control everything. She can easily harvest human lives, steal funds,
As a famous hacker under Qiyin, the comedian loves the taste of privilege.
People who have the ability to modify information networks are the true gods of this world.
She came to the ship's restaurant and had a buffet. While eating, she used her digital mind to scan and check the nearby sea area. The situation was very normal. It was so quiet. There were no people from Nisto Company on the sea.
There were very few guests, only a small number of wealthy people who had also received escape tickets. They were inextricably linked to Qiyin, but they had not yet become members.
It was also because of their existence that Qiyin arranged for such a ship to take them away at the critical moment. They also escaped countless tracking and sailed into the Sea of White Elephants. Once they landed in Mengmai City, there was no need to worry about safety issues.
The Edith Dynasty will send people to escort them.
Knowing he was safe, the comedian calmly enjoyed the delicious dishes while admiring the awe-inspiring views of the sea.
The fish and vegetables are colorful, as well as refreshing cocktails. The chefs on the ship do their best to satisfy the pickiest taste buds of this group of distinguished guests. The waiters come and go to provide an unforgettable dining experience, and the service is considerate and attentive.
Comedians love it here.
Her buffet started with freshly caught lobster tails, followed by shrimp skewers, which she ate with sweet and spicy sauce, followed by slow-roasted beef ribs, italian noodles and, best of all, raw tuna meat with an aftertaste
The endless oily fragrance, the comedian can't get enough of it, as well as chocolate lava cake, goat cheese and berries.
Feeling very tired after a day of doing nothing, the comedian continued her eating spree, washing down her mouthfuls of food with a blue cocktail of Curacao and pineapple juice.
After eating so much, she staggered to the front of the ship, wanting to test herself.
"Ugh!" She said loudly, leaning forward without any intention of vomiting. The comedian punched her stomach with her fist.
Vomit, stupid belly, vomit!
There was nothing. The comedian laughed loudly and stood at the front of the ship.
"...I don't like you." The comedian was drunk, her mind was foggy, and everything was not as sharp as before. She took out the box containing the separated body of Noriko Honma from her arms, "You are too arrogant, too
Self-righteous, I exist to punish people like you."
She said righteously, then she held it tightly and threw it into the sea with all her strength.
Ah! That was Noriko Honma's consciousness backup! The comedian suddenly wanted to press the read button in her life. She was frightened. This was no joke. She really wanted to go back to a few seconds ago and reread her indiscretion.
Lift.
So scary, so scary, so scary - the comedian watched it fall deeper and deeper into the sea, and couldn't help but reveal a cute smile, just like the soybean smiley face she always used.
Goodbye, Noriko Honma.
Her body was leaning against the railing at the edge of the ship, and she suddenly heard a strange beeping sound coming from the chip, getting farther and farther and deeper.
The comedian stood up suddenly. She didn't know what it was, but she guessed that there was a hidden transmitting device in the box. It seemed that it would be triggered as long as she threw away the chip, destroyed it, or simply stayed too far away from it.
Her digital mind has intercepted a series of signals being sent out, which are full of coordinates.
"Pick it up!" the comedian shouted to the crew heartbreakingly, laughing nervously while shouting. Now she felt better, she had played on her own head.
"what!"
"You crazy woman..."
"How are we going to find that thing?" people complained, while the comedian continued to tremble and smile.
"It's so fun, it's so fun-" the comedian screamed.
The drones and shuttles trademarked by Nestor had approached the ship at some point, and were overlooking it from a high position. They aimed their missile launchers and machine guns and demanded that the ship stop. They needed to arrest the wanted criminal Comedian.
The comedian looked around, hoping to find a way out, and soon started laughing because of his own thoughts. This was the sea, there was nothing, and it was useless to go anywhere.
She raised her head and hacked into the data equipment. Every channel was blocked. All she could scan were the symbols of cyber monsters. At this time, she realized that she had underestimated her real opponents all along, and they were too well prepared.
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Boats and helicopters approached from all directions, and the agents rushed onto the cruise ship one by one and arrested the comedian. She backed away at first, like a hunted animal, and did not stop until there was no way back.
She was grabbed by the strong hands of the Nisto Company security personnel, and she calmed down a little, her heart beating with fear and excitement.
"I can carefully plan every detail of the escape." The comedian confidently said to the security personnel of Nisto Company beside him.
"..." They didn't reply, but they saw contempt and unwillingness on the comedian's face. She probably thought she still had a chance to win.
The comedian was thrown into a dark cell that was closed on all sides. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the walls squeezing towards her. She groped these terrible walls, her heart pounding, as if she could think of something terrible.
Judgment and reckoning are coming.
She heard footsteps stopping at the door.
"Hello, comedian." The female voice was strangely calm and her tone was steady, as if she had always been carefully measured.
"Who are you?" the comedian forgot.
"My name is Rachel Nakamura and I am Maverick Miller's daughter."
"Maverick?" The comedian doesn't care about dead people.
"Let me help you recall: You once fought a cyber war with Nesto Corporation with my father under the authorization of Seven Seals, but at the most critical moment of the battle, you left my father to die, causing his will to completely collapse.
You even manipulated my father and made him commit suicide." Rachel Nakamura said.
"I remembered! It's okay, Rachel. Seven Seals have obtained Maverick's neural clones. They can create thousands of Mavericks. You have too many dads!" said the comedian.
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"This is interesting, because by physiological definition, I have one and only one father. Those 'Mavericks' that were copied and reborn have no continuity connection with my father. But you put them
Called 'my dad', it shows that you lack the most basic ability to define and confirm facts. I believe you can perform better." Rachel Nakamura said.
"Ha, ha...hehe..." the comedian said.
"Perhaps you have noticed that in this machine, in the prisoner's cell where you are, the walls can be moved. After mathematical calculations and mechanical transformation, the six walls can be close to each other, from your front, back, left, right, including the top of your head.
And the soles of the feet. Do you know what I plan to do?" Rachel Nakamura asked.
The comedian vomited violently. She vomited out all the food and wine she had just eaten, and when she smelled these unpleasant things, she vomited again.
Rachel Nakamura turned on the mechanism, and the comedian could hear the sound of mechanical operation inside the wall, and felt the ground beneath her feet constantly shaking, and half of her legs were soaked in her own vomit.
Immediately afterwards, she suddenly felt that the distance between the left and right walls was shrinking, and her head and feet were pressing against the ceiling and stepping on the ground respectively. The huge and slow pressure forced her to slowly bend down. As Rachel Nakamura said, six
The walls are approaching each other and crushing them.
The comedian let out a dry laugh. She squatted down and sat on her own vomit, and the sounds she made became more and more distorted. She could feel that the room was getting smaller and smaller, so small that it would soon not be able to accommodate her. Only
The space where she lived was filled with the fishy smell of vomit, and her body was filled with stomach acid.
"Ah...ah..." She stopped laughing, because the room had been compressed to the point where it was extremely difficult for her to even squat or sit. She couldn't change any position, her head was supported on the ceiling, and her spine was under tremendous pressure.
I stretched my legs forward but couldn't move them. I pushed my hands to the left and right but couldn't push them.
It's so small, so small, it's like putting an adult into a coffin where a dwarf sleeps. Even if the comedian saw off his legs and cut off his hands, he wouldn't be able to adapt here.
She curled herself up into a ball, with her head down, pressed against her own vomit.
"Help!" The comedian stopped laughing and issued the most sincere cry for help in her life, "Help!"
"According to my analysis, my father suffered a lot from the online world. If I want to impose the same punishment on you in real life, I must impose the same 'compressed' punishment on you so that you can taste my father's horse."
Frick's Pain Part Two..." Rachel Nakamura's voice became slower and slower, as if she was deliberately prolonging the torture time of the comedian.
"Help - help - I will do anything... Spare me! Spare me! Please! Please - oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......
Rachel Nakamura heard a very loud "bang" sound, as if a leg bone or a shoulder blade had been crushed. The hard human bones began to shatter under the squeeze of tens of thousands of horsepower, and the comedian's voice turned into a heart-wrenching sound.
Anyone who hears the crazy wailing from a midnight dream will feel the hair standing on end of his heart when he hears the terrifying sound made by the comedian at this moment.
Rachel Nakamura stroked the wall in front of her.
"Mr. Maverick Miller, your daughter has avenged you." After saying that, she left without looking back.