Outside the back door of the kitchen at the Pig's Feet Restaurant, two thugs in spike-hated denim jackets rummaged through trash cans piled up with large black nylon bags. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Missionary" Reilly looked coldly. The fat on his face was like two balls of excess flour, a defective loaf of bread that had been baked before the chef had time to knead it. The small round glasses with gold thread were like ornaments, clinging to his fat face. He runs the restaurant and also leads the deal – a new liquid drug, foam.

In the gray spiral, missionary is not a positive term for a firm faith. Most of the biohackers who claim to be known by this name are people who are engaged in the manufacture, circulation or intermediary of drugs. The manufacturing process of neurological liquid drugs and foams is very complex: through genetically modified unnatural fungal microorganisms, enter the fermentation process, and then extract the fermented products of this psychedelic bacteria as raw materials, carry out chemical refining, add more than three high-purity artificial compounds, and finally create a highly addictive super-sensory nerve poison, foam, which ranks at the top of all existing drugs. As a result, this expensive drug is not something that ordinary street drug makers can make, and only skilled biohackers can do it.

"Aha, found it!" The man handed over the square package of white nylon tightly wrapped in the garbage can to the stone, a small drug dealer on Mae Yat Street. The stone wiped away the disgusting grease stains on the surface of the wrap, and the adhesive tape was picked with the short dagger that he carried with him.

"I said, why the are you hiding it under a dirty, smelly dumpster? I want to vomit when I smell this musty smell! Fuck, the meat and fat for lunch are almost flooded, grass! Stone scolded while unpacking the outer package and shaking his hand full of oil and water. Inside the package is a refined spiral-shaped glassware containing a solid-colored, semi-fluid solution.

"Humans have five million olfactory cells, while dogs have 300 million; and 30 square decimeters of olfactory mucosa, well-developed olfactory center; You can smell the stench, the dog can smell it even more, and the beast is a million times stronger than you. Fat Reilly took off his disc glasses, "Do you know why the Secret Service has never been able to find anything in my cafeteria, because they trust dogs too much!" As he spoke, Reilly smiled coldly, complacent at the fact that he had succeeded in misleading the dog's sense of smell.

"Uh, I hate dogs too, smelly and annoying beasts." Stone chimed in. Reilly's smile was like a knife scratch on his face, making the stone chill. Street thugs are now always afraid of highly educated bio-drug producers, as if they have been taught in institutions of higher learning the most powerful and terrifying murderous techniques that the thugs simply cannot understand.

The stone uses a syringe to inject the foam into another small container of water and tests the color of the liquid to the satisfaction of the buyer. He waved his hand and motioned for his men to hand the canvas bag stuffed with two wads of bills to Mr. Hacker. "Next time I'll have two!" The drug dealer put his hands on his waist and stretched out the expensive suit, revealing the steel handles of two Colt pistols behind his back. Hermès's big H belt completely bound his waist. This waist is almost tucked into Aunt Ivan's boots. On the back of the stone's arm, black meridians penetrate the skin, extending from the palm to the joints, taking on an inhuman and terrifying color. Black blood deposits are a typical symptom of long-term use of "black salt" drugs.

Reilly handed over the money to a sexy beauty in stockings and shorts behind him. "Ok, boss," the girl counted twice, grabbed her canvas bag, took two steps back, and left the men. Lifting her yellow curly hair, her half-covered left eye still shimmered with blue light.

Real-world transmission ?!! Reilly was shocked to realize that the entire transaction had been fully recorded in front of her eyes, and had been transmitted to the vast receiver of the data hidden behind the eyeballs.

"Goodbye boss," the girl waved goodbye.

"Grass, you sold me?" Reilly snatched the pistol from the suit next to him, but all of a sudden, the ultra-high decibel sirens sounded loudly, stimulating the nerves of the drug dealers; From all the dark narrow alleys, smart street lights were cut off on time; In the darkness, Reilly felt a bullet sweep against the sturdy partition wall, and someone had been shot and fell.

"Police!"

"Big Dog Deputy Sheriff" Lu Qi was wearing a Kevlar ceramic bulletproof vest, and Jiebu rushed out of the intercepting police car that did not stop!

"! Where did the police car come from! The stone bent over the wall to avoid the bullets, drew two pistols from his back, and fired at the only target in the darkness, the flashing police and lights. But someone "parachuted" into his back from the hanging staircase and stomped heavily on the hood of the drug dealer's car. The bullet pierced the fragile knee of the stone. When the smart lights came on again, Ah Fu, a police officer of the first team of the special service team, was already holding a rifle in his hand, raised his military boots and stepped on the head of the stone. He takes off his masked buckla hat. "Hmph, vulnerable!" The masked big square face smiled contemptuously.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Reilly and two bodyguards fled to the front hall through the back door of the kitchen, leaving a strong waiter to hide behind the sterilizer and break the gun. At this point, a woman in combat stockings chased after her from behind. She was like a wild cat, quickly kicked away the strong man's pistol, jumped up, clamped the strong man's neck with the base of her snow-white and well-proportioned thighs, reflexively strangled the strong man, overturned the strong man, and skillfully handcuffed the reflexive handcuffs.

"Wow... Officer Li Qing, you are so hot! Ah Fu, who was chasing from outside, feasted his eyes, at least in the police force, he definitely didn't see the "police flower" Li Qing prostrate on the ground wearing only lace stockings and ultra-short hot pants.

"If you let Reilly run, there's an even hotter whip waiting for you!" Li Qing pointed in the direction of the front hall where Reilly had fled.

Reilly fled to the main hall of the restaurant. The glass doors and sunshade curtains are closed and locked. He double-magazined the gun. The powerful rapid-fire fire of the Rams submachine gun suppressed the pursuing Afu. Reilly took the opportunity to flee to the door. At this moment, I saw a rapid light sweeping through the blackout curtain. Reilly turned around, and a speeding rear of the car suddenly swept into the house, smashing the glass doors like a splash.

"Grass! ..... "I couldn't dodge the Reilly Unicom dining table, and was swept out by the thick police car that flicked and floated over!

The Mustang engine stopped roaring.

"You're arrested, scum!" Ding Yi dragged the dizzy Reilly and threw him by the wheel. He grabbed the fat Reilly's left hand and handcuffed it to the tow hook under the car.

"You're really messing around, but I like it!" Ah Fu bolted on the safety bolt and put away the carbine. "Big dog, you have caught a big fish, you can close the net; The big dog ....." Ding Yi was about to call the action team, but a man in a dark suit and sunglasses suddenly appeared in front of them. He probably ran out of the toilet, the lost man.

The three of them looked at each other.

"Don't move, don't move....." Ding Yi pointed at him, coaxing the unknown dangerous beast.

"Don't move!" Ah Fu raised the muzzle of the gun again. What made Ding Yi and Ah Fu nervous was the box in the man's hand, a silver metal handheld safe. He was handcuffed to the box, the other end locked to his wrist, and his sleeve covered the black tattoo on his arm. This way of carrying ensures that at any time, there is no other way to snatch the box from his hand than to chop it off. No matter what it contains, it must be extremely important to him. In the here and now, the appearance of a man in such a device immediately aroused the synapses and adrenaline of the special service members.

The man suddenly grabbed the door and fled, jumping into the alley of the red-walled house.

"Chase!" The two jumped over broken glass and door frame obstacles. The Red Wall House Lane is a straight road that runs through the fish. The haphazard scaffolding buildings are uneven and stretch out to the pavement. "Stop! Otherwise, shoot! Ah Fu raised his rifle as he chased him under the coffee canopy. He is the best gunman in the Special Service Group, nicknamed the "Gunslinger", and is the most confident in shooting small non-lethal target body parts such as calves and arms, which are difficult to aim. The mysterious man with the box had no intention of stopping, and Ah Fu pulled the trigger, but there was no familiar impact of the gun hammer, just a snap.

Jam! .... Ah Fu was also shocked into a cold sweat, and his tactical gloves were slippery.

As soon as Ding saw this, he immediately raised his pistol. He wasn't very sure about the situation: the mist rising from the manhole cover was flickering in the light of the street lamps at night, which greatly affected his vision. The man was still desperately trying to escape, and he seemed to know confidently that his rifle would jam. While jumping over the road cone, he tripped over a construction rebar on the side of the road.

Ding Yi tightened his grip on Browning's cold handle, pulled down the flintlock wrench, and the bullet flew out of the chamber along the rifled spin, chasing the man's back. But it hit the cylindrical steel bar behind him that was slowly accelerating down.

High-energy impacts, sparks, ricochets.

"Ah!!h Ah Fu screamed in pain and fell to the ground protecting his bulleted knee.