The Attraction Between the Strong

Crime City

Following the fall of the Twin Towers, a new wave of group warfare erupted in the city.

The reason for the war is nothing more than the increasing evidence that the six criminal organizations that were originally in charge of guarding the area—the Mountain Mouth Group, the Black Smoke Gang, the Biochemical Geisha Group, the Type A Motorbike Gang, the Samurai Group, and the Red Stone Group—inherited the legacy of the "No Speaker."

Group warfare is an upgraded version of gang warfare. Unlike law enforcement, they can only be a small part of corporate warfare.

Group warfare is more unrestrained and reckless, and generally only occurs between military groups.

Therefore, it also has another name: "Weapon testing ground".

The escalating group war in the crime city reached its climax when the Redstone Group's headquarters was bombarded with missiles.

According to the investigation, this new missile system is installed on an armed space station.

In other words, the intensity of the war has increased.

The fighting escalated directly from street battles to total war.

Redstone Group directly deployed a large number of armed mercenaries from its headquarters to join the war, and also opened up its long-range weapon systems.

When players from the City That Never Sleeps arrived in the City of Crime, they were dumbfounded by the constant barrage of missiles streaking across the sky.

Is the new map really that exciting?

I was so scared that I quickly saved a rollback point.

The new map also opened up six factions at once: the Mountain Mouth Group, the Black Smoke Party, the Biochemical Geisha Group, the Type A Motorbike Party, the Samurai Group, and the Redstone Group.

Other organizations still need to go through certain procedures to recruit people, but these six organizations were besieged throughout the city and had already lost all their members, so they basically accepted anyone who came.

The addition of these thousands of players immediately injected a powerful force into these six organizations.

Not only are they incredibly strong, but what's even more terrifying is that these players are practically immortal.

Compared to players "born and raised" in the crime city, these players in the city that never sleeps are more honest. They do the tasks given to them instead of thinking about how to kill the task giver and directly claim the rewards.

Of course, these six criminal organizations were not idle either. While resisting the siege of criminal organizations throughout the city, they also dispatched key members to search for members of the Evil Jade Family.

In their view, there is only one reason for the current situation: the Akudama family has embezzled the "Chairman Without a Council"'s inheritance, substituting it for something else, resulting in the current predicament.

Baozi had just joined the Type A motorcycle gang when he was assigned to a top-secret project.

It wasn't that he was particularly trusted, but rather that the motorcycle gang, a bandit-like organization, was most lacking in logistical professionals, such as prosthetic doctors.

"This is what you're going to study."

A bearded man led Baozi into a converted dark room and solemnly handed him a box.

"This is a 'legacy' we found at great cost from the core of a certain gang. If you can decipher it, you'll be one of us in the motorcycle gang!"

The bearded cyborg said with a serious expression.

Heritage?

The legacy of the mechanical supercomputer?

That's awesome?

Baozi and his expression gradually turned strange.

Isn't this the "Bat of Laughter" chip that the boss just developed?

Meanwhile, in the Bio-Geisha Group, former Welfare Gang members, I Am Big Muscle Man and Red Flower Fairy, were squatting at the door, staring at the beauties around them with lecherous expressions.

Big Muscle Man couldn't help but wipe his mouth and exclaimed excitedly, "So there really are gangs in this world with so little clothing! I wish I had come sooner. This is awesome!"

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"Yes, yes," the Red Flower Fairy chick nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with a worn-out old-fashioned electromagnetic rifle slung over her shoulder. This was Uncle Jack's retired weapon. Don't let its unattractive appearance fool you; it was a standard 'rare' weapon. Although it had a long cooldown, a single shot could deal two thousand damage, which was terrifying.

"Wine is poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones. Look at the state you are in now!" Fei Ji said with a look of disdain.

Big Muscle Man and Red Flower Fairy exchanged a glance, and unusually, neither of them retorted.

The reason is simple: three days ago, Boss Yu Ye, who was receiving advanced assassin training at headquarters, revealed some information.

That means he has broken through level 20 and officially become a B-level assassin in the group.

At least in the Star Rift, this is probably the first player to break through.

Then yesterday, the plane told them that he had also completed the job change quest and become a veteran player.

Their shock was no less than when they learned that it was possible to have legitimate sexual content in a game.

We agreed that we were all just going to be lazy, so why did you secretly become stronger? You didn't lose many hairs, so what are you missing? Your conscience?

The main reason why he was able to join the Bio-Geisha Group and even obtain a high-level mercenary mission was that the plane, single-handedly, wiped out a small mercenary organization of 30 people.

The Bio-Geisha Group spent a lot of money to buy horse bones, and while they were at it, they also bought two horseshoes, which belonged to the two of them.

The big shots who carry people through dungeons are not to be trifled with.

Soon after, the plane announced, "This group of women who have had plastic surgery is coming."

Neither of them asked how the other knew; the enormous eagle circling overhead could see everything.

They want a level 30 mutated Wither Baby too!

But the plane refused to say where the baby came from, and when pressed, it said it was born of itself.

Do you think we're stupid?!

Big Muscle Man glanced at the flying birds in the sky and said with a sour look on his face, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought your surname was Yang."

"Who is surnamed Yang?" the Red Flower Fairy asked innocently.

"A man who lost an arm while masturbating."

The Red Flower Fairy gasped in shock; this was truly a ruthless person.

Soon, amidst the two players' mutterings, the higher-ups from the Bio-Geisha Group, who were tasked with carrying out the mission, arrived.

The two little SPs gasped in shock.

The reason is simple: this young lady is too beautiful. She has white hair, an oval face, and gentle, watery eyes. Most importantly, her white geisha outfit perfectly accentuates her figure.

"Holy crap, Lucy!"

"Big Muscle Man swallowed hard and said.

"What are you showing?"

"You haven't even seen The Edge Walker? Are you a total shut-in?"

"Yes, that's me," the red flower demon protested, "But I really don't know what you're talking about."

The plane calmly approached, and the two bosses talked for a while. Then, the plane boss snapped his fingers, and two henchmen followed behind him eagerly.

"Who's this big shot, Airplane Master?"

"Player, one of the top courtesans of the Bio-Geisha Group, and a former member of the Akudama family."

"Holy crap, she's a player?"

"Holy crap, she's the one who completed the Nightmare-level mission?"

As the first guild to complete a Nightmare-level quest, the Evil Jade Clan even made it onto the server-wide announcement.

"How did she get here?"

"She's a player, and I'm hooked again... Oh no, you can't give oral sex to players!"

The two sand monsters were both happy and worried. They were happy because they had finally found a legitimate way to make porn, but worried because this thing didn't work between players.

The plane glanced at the two of them. Ever since Wuyue, no, Wuji, he felt increasingly out of place with this group of deserters.

After thinking for a moment, I opened the private chat window and sent a few messages to the two of them.

"First of all, this person is dangerous. Don't talk nonsense in front of him, or you'll get killed."

"Secondly, I advise you to keep your distance from your Lucy. Haven't you heard? The players in Crime City are all a bit abnormal; they always sabotage their own people."

Third, don't get worked up. I can tell you with certainty that this guy used to be a man.

"Holy crap, a cross-dressing master!" I am a muscle freak sent a sweating emoji.

"It's actually a cross-dressing master?" Red Flower Fairy sent a heart emoji.

"How do you know? Are you sure? Are you really sure? @Airplane, @Airplane, @Airplane." The muscle-bound guy persisted, asking three questions in quick succession.

"I am absolutely certain, absolutely certain, and 100% sure!"

Don't ask how the plane knew. He looked up at the sky and sighed softly. How could he not smell the scent of his own kind?

The plane was feeling melancholic, lamenting the price it had paid for becoming powerful.

As for the two sandpipers, the topic had long since veered off course.

"Speaking of which, with just the three of us and those NPCs, I wonder if we can reliably deal with those top-tier players," the Red Flower Fairy worried.

"Yeah, I bet those people from the Akudama family are all like Boss Rain Night—masters of doujinshi and serial killers." Big Muscle Man.

"Damn, if everyone's like Rainy Night Boss, how am I supposed to play? I'd be killed! I need to check if anyone's online."

"Huh, Boss Black Ice is online. He hasn't been around much lately. Damn, I invited him to attack the Evil Jade Clan, and he ignored me. He doesn't do missions? Is he stupid?"

The plane couldn't help but cover its face.

This encirclement and suppression operation has completely failed.

What kind of people are these?!

He was somewhat relieved that since mastering the Sunflower Manual, he had distanced himself from these sand monsters.

I believe that after some time, he will completely break away from the ranks of the sand-dwelling people.

Inside the gallery, high-level NPCs such as Qin Zhenzi and Jack K were all present. Tong was conducting neural modeling, and a model of a "crime city" was suspended in mid-air.

As for Qin Zhenzi, she was using the prepared equipment to detect the number and distribution of the implanted "Laughing Bat".

After a long pause, Qin Zhenzi frowned and said, "The quantity is too small, less than one ten-thousandth. How can we meet the boss's needs like this?"

The eyes of the figures in the paintings on both sides of the wall turned and stared at Qin Zhenzi, creating a very frightening scene.

Qin Chunzi wasn't afraid at all, and coldly said, "You should know that our time is limited!"

Finally, an old man in an oil painting spoke.

"So what do you mean?"

"Subduing high-ranking members of criminal organizations, inducing ordinary people to have implants, distributing the chips along with psychotropic drugs, installing backdoors in the chips, and allowing the chip implants to spread like a contagious disease..."

Qin Zhenzi listed many "very cruel" ideas.

"In short, create an environment where implanting a chip is unavoidable."

Unlike the turmoil of the crime-ridden city, the city that never sleeps is peaceful, like a normally functioning system, without any unexpected incidents.

The crime rate in the city that never sleeps is now 0.

A number that is very worthy of celebration.

Aunt Qin walked into the council with a smile on her face, and the councilors around her all wore the same smile.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that these individuals all had a version 3.0 chip implanted in the chip socket behind their ears.

Compared to the first and second generations, the third generation chip is a commercial version, which is equivalent to a low-end version of a military chip, enhancing "brain computing" and strengthening "thinking changes".

This type of chip can be used in any industry that uses brainpower.

This is Unreal Engine's first product to go global.

Parliament was no longer noisy, fighting, or full of intrigue; instead, it was peaceful, with everyone doing their job and working towards the same goal.

Soon, a new proposal was put forward.

Cyber Purge Plan

After the chips were implanted on a large scale, the Cyberkin became the first group to be dealt with.

The reason is simple: although these "internet users" are physically lazy, they are incredibly active on a mental level, often engaging in shady practices such as circumventing internet censorship, switching servers, and even "personal smuggling."

In short, they try every possible way to do things that violate morality.

During this period, the moral chip was patched thousands of times, and the vast majority of those patches were contributed by this group of people.

This group has reached a point where it must be dealt with.

"Now let's vote: 1. Cremation, 2. Deportation, 3. Strengthen moral reform."

"A bunch of disgusting scum!" A councilor next to Aunt Qin couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

Aunt Qin smiled and said, "This society cannot tolerate such scum."

"Distinguished members, please vote. Those who choose the first option, please raise your hands."

Aunt Qin was the first to raise her hand.

Soon, one arm after another was raised high, and the proposal to cremate all the Cyber race members was passed unanimously.

"Next, we will discuss the next proposal, concerning the use of advanced nuclear weapons to completely eliminate the resistance faction in the Demi-human Continent..."

On the rooftop, three people stood, with the parliament building beneath their feet.

"Ever since the moral chip was implanted, the council has become nothing more than our yes-man," the third-generation Steel Claw couldn't help but laugh.

"By simply changing our moral standards slightly, the whole world will operate according to our will."

"We'll have to trouble you with the matter of completely resolving the issue of the Demi-human continent," Hugh Laurie said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and smiling.

"Of course, with your world-class corporation and my military conglomerate, you and I will be the best partners!"

The third-generation Steel Claw left quickly, but Hugh Laurie brought him something good: a newly built armed space station that he wanted to take a good look at.

"Then I'll have to trouble you with the rest," Hugh Laurie said, looking at old Pava.

"Implanting third-generation morality chips into everyone isn't difficult, but once everyone has them, will it be the turn of our powerful gang?"

Old Pawa chuckled, picking at his dark fingernails.

"Of course not, as long as you can leave the City That Never Sleeps on time."

"If the third-generation Steel Claw knew what you did, he would probably be furious. Of course, once I hacked into his server, he wouldn't even be able to go crazy."

"The more extreme social evolution becomes, the better it is for people like us. But are you sure you want to do this?" Old Pawa chuckled. "Or, why not leave yourself a way out, like having me create a virtual personality or something?"

Hugh Laurie turned around and stared intently at old Pawa.

"Of course, no problem, as long as you can do that."

Old Pawa squinted. The domineering CEO in front of him disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming white light. At the center of the white light was a pure white angel on a cross. The angel's hands had been freed from the cross and were hanging down.

Endless babbling, or rather, the raw code in the style of babbling, erupted from the white light.

A language, a way of thinking, and—a god!