Night Hacker

   Chapter 151 Lost

   This evening, Elizabeth unexpectedly saw a notice box pop up in her mind.

  Today was originally the day to contact the master every week, but the master sent a message and postponed it to tomorrow night.

Is Master    busy with something? Or is it because...she doesn't have any new progress here?

   "Whether it's making friends, or a doll-type Q-level program with that kind of quality, I don't have any breakthroughs, and the master has nothing to say. Could it be like this..."

   Another day passed, and Elizabeth got the message again, and it was postponed again, and it was tomorrow night again.

   Now she is really ashamed, and she wants to justify herself a little bit.

   She has recognized some street people, they have different temperaments and their own stories, such as the studious angel, and Lorna Ludd.

   Friends need time to accumulate and develop, and one week is really not enough.

   There is one more thing, Elizabeth wants to ask the master.

  Her security team used to be members of the Seth Group, but when she walked in the image of speaking for the bank's interests first, the bank had to send personnel over, probably less protection and more surveillance.

   The security department of the bank building in the central area gave her a long list and asked her to select a few people to join the Red Rain investigation team as security.

  Elizabeth looked at the names and information on the list, she really didn't know who to choose.

   Who is around will not affect her behavior, and even the object of making friends?

Master    is so powerful, even if you don't know her name, give her some hints, she'd better not choose the wrong one.

   It's just that the contact was postponed and postponed, as if she answered her, don't rely on the mentor, the hero has to do it by himself.

   Elizabeth also chose one person from the list first. She was not in a hurry to select all of them, and she could temporarily explain to the bank to see what the situation was. Even if she communicated with the master, she could ask for ideas.

   This person, she did not choose randomly, she carefully studied the list information, and then chose after careful consideration.

   A nerve-wracked person who, in her opinion, was banished from the bank because of it, heroic, but may have put heroism in the wrong place, a loser who may have a better chance of winning over than anyone else on the list.

  Judy Dickinson, female, 23 years old, advanced three-programmer (due to nerve damage, can only use J-level and Q-level programs), three-speed gear (original six-speed gear), exorcist professional department.

  The former vice-captain of the death row walking team of the mobile task force in the wilderness, participated in many battles in the task force career.

   Judging from the data, this exiled lost man was once a weapon carefully crafted by the bank.

   Elizabeth now knows that you can't simply judge a person, especially in a city where people roam on death row.

   Let’s get in touch first, if it’s not good, she will apply to the bank for a replacement, and she still has the authority to change once or twice.

   Submitted the candidate that night, and the next morning, in the living room of a general-sized business suite at the Ono Hotel on Soen Street, Kabukicho, Elizabeth met Judy Dickinson, who came to report.

   "Miss Sterling, I will do my best to defend your safety and serve the bank."

As in the document, Judy Dickinson has short blond hair, is very beautiful, has a cold expression, stands up straight, and wears a black trench coat, but this is not the uniform of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, just Also a bit similar.

   The current position of the lost person is just an ordinary member of the security team.

   "Just call me Captain." Elizabeth said, "Judy, what's the wilderness like?"

   She took Jian Bao and walked outside the suite, ready to chat while walking.

   She has never been to the wilderness, and the people in the castles in the sky don't even go to the streets. Whether they are in Liuguang City or other Free States, they used to stay in the wealthy areas with quiet years.

   "Chaos, lots of savages." Judy followed blankly, "The savages only do damage, not construction."

   Elizabeth looked at Judy and immediately had a preliminary impression of her.

The tone of    was not emotional, neither compliment nor contempt, but there was an attitude, Judy Dickinson didn't think Miss Sterling was anything special, and was reluctant to be this security.

   He was born in a bank incubator at the age of three... This person seems to be very loyal to the bank...

   "If they think they are building a cage for themselves, why would they build it?"

   Elizabeth asked, in fact, she thought so too.

   "Miss Sterling, my education taught me that any order is a cage."

  Judy knew who she was protecting, the rebellious Princess Seth, the hero merchandise, the red-haired Liz.

   She has no intention of evaluating the other party or covering up her own thoughts, which does not affect her security work.

With    nerve damage, she has no way to ascend, and it is impossible for her to return to the Mobile Task Force in the Wilderness.

  Basically, Judy Dickinson is dead and will be transferred to the northern agricultural area in a few days. No matter what she says or does, it is difficult to change the result.

   A neurotherapist on the street, Judy has only been thinking about it these days, but she hasn't looked for it yet.

  Maybe in addition to the belief in dedicating to the bank mother, she also needs a hope that is illusory but not shattered, so that she can continue to walk.

"No order is the worst. The current era order has been shaped by blood and fire for hundreds of years. The free people of the wilderness only want to smash everything and bring the world into new chaos." Judy added Say.

   "Order, well said," said Elizabeth, "but I don't see any good order now."

   She looked at this awe-inspiring woman in a black trench coat and remembered that once upon a time, she and Sophia had agreed that when they grew up, they would join the Mobile Task Force of the Mystery Bureau as heroes.

   represents the mobile task force of all elites, the goal of maintaining order and peace, is always so attractive.

  Perhaps this is what Elizabeth Sterling and Judy Dickinson have in common.

   "Judy, you are a street child. Twenty years have passed, and the living conditions of street rats have not changed at all.

"A lot of children are dying on the streets, or on the factory assembly line. For 20 years, the city, the Metropolitan Police, the banks have done nothing. What do you think? You can say. Better long-term interests, real interests.”

   Elizabeth asked, but the peaceful voice was almost pressing.

   When she looked at Judy Dickinson, what she saw was a deception, a supposedly beautiful mind being exploited.

   "...I don't know, that's not what I learned."

  Judy was silent for a while, unable to answer the question, but said:

“But I believe the banks are doing their best, and my colleagues are doing their best. There are inevitably some bad apples in this system, but that’s not the will of the bank’s mother. It’s not the bank that abandons the children, it’s the parents of the children. Like me, my parents abandoned me and the bank mother raised me."

   "They don't have a choice." Elizabeth said immediately, "Judy, do you have a choice?"

  Judy moved her eyes slightly, but said nothing, and couldn't say anything.

   Suddenly, Jianbao said: "Hello user, I have met a person who is even more stupid than you."

  No one is not surprised by a talking sword, and Judy also looked at Jianbao.

   "It's Gumbo, never mind, it's a joke sometimes, but I'm not sure if it's this time."

   Elizabeth walked out of the suite to the outside corridor and walked towards the elevator, and other security personnel followed.

   "Tell me about the wilderness," she said to Judy. "Tell me about specific people and stories."

   "Tribes, circuses, expeditions, trash people..." Judy followed, "Which one do you want to hear?"

   "Trash people?"

   "That's a group. There are different tribes and motorcades who all consider themselves to be trash people. They first developed from the mud pond area. The trash people are crazy people, outright crazy people. They recruit crazy people."

"Specific people and things." Seeing that Judy stopped talking, Elizabeth emphasized again: "Not a labelled group, not a name, not a torrent of the times. Judy, have you ever heard of any garbage group? "

  Judy was still expressionless, her rusted facial muscles couldn't make any expression.

   She received education and training in the Nurturing Institute since she was a child. After becoming an extraordinary person at the age of 18, she directly joined the training department of the Mobile Task Force in the wilderness, and then learned how to fight, how to scout, and then officially joined the team, mission, battle, mission, battle...

   She has been in the wilderness for many years, but she has never known any trash tribe.

   The above understands, there are special people in the team who are responsible for understanding, and the captain also understands, and that is not the authority and duties of other personnel.

   This is the rule because of human nature. If you have too much contact, you will have superfluous feelings. The next time you fight and kill, your personality integrity will decline, and the wrong post-traumatic sequelae and wrong betrayal will all come.

  There are countless trash people who died under her hands, just like the other party's name, she is just sweeping the trash.

   "What you should know, we should all."

   Elizabeth said again, looking away from Judy's stiff face and continuing to stride.

   "A former vice-captain of Mobile Task Force Wilderness, ruthless, a humanoid weapon. I don't think this sentence can fully describe Judy Dickinson, it's not the truth."

   (end of this chapter)