Chapter 158 Ontario
Pandora sifted through a few irrelevant video clips and then found the discussions in the cache about today's events among the people in the salon—it was leaked by someone unknown, unsigned, and the files contained fragmented data, but fortunately, it could be recovered.
When you open the video, you can even see the remaining comments. Eoubs is so user-friendly, damn it.
A guy with the ID "I'll kill your whole family" said it was hilarious when He Yu was beating the idiots in the salon to the ground; they were like a bunch of hamsters that could be killed with just a gentle squeeze.
In the video, the group is cursing He Yu for being too arrogant and overbearing. They say that just because he was promoted to B05, he thinks he's invincible. They call him "a stray dog picked up by Yu Yu," and then they say that his boss should also be sent to the gallows—they should be colleagues now, and although the latter was only promoted to C01, his seniority is there, and the two can still be on equal footing.
They felt that the parliament should make him aware of his place and not act too recklessly; it was ridiculous that he actually thought he could rebel against anything.
Then two familiar faces appeared—Gu Heng and Miss An. They stood beside the group like the waiters and whispered that the current problem was that part of 659's core had been completely integrated with He Yu. The research department was at a loss for how to modify cognition. Moreover, this guy had become even more ruthless after returning from the fluctuation layer, and conventional methods could not handle him.
Immediately, someone complained, "If it weren't for Eoubs, would he have any status or power? I think he just doesn't want to live anymore. Trash people never understand their own situation." Those around laughed, then began imagining what Yu Yu and Yu Jianchu must have felt—though they hadn't experienced it firsthand, they could construct vulgar stories brimming with obscenity, even making various fictional descriptions of the two crying and pleading.
In the title of "High-class Salon," this group posted some extremely disgusting videos filled with extreme gore.
In the video, research staff continuously explain and describe the various organs and limbs of the test subject, speaking in a flat tone as if introducing a product waiting to be sold. Their topic is the efficacy and characteristics of the new consumable, and all their words are carefully chosen to cater to the sensory experience of the "owner."
Pandora's previous videos were also brought up for viewing. People opened capsules containing suppressive drugs, implanted them all into her body, and then continued to describe the changes. Someone interjected, saying that seeing the girl's defiant attitude, he felt she should be fucked until she begged for mercy.
The person involved, holding the bottle of water, turned off the video with a cold expression and continued browsing other content.
She has now fully implemented He Yu's advice: never overestimate yourself or think you can control the whole situation.
Otherwise, they'll end up like cerebral palsy patients who get lost in the garden.
Below the email were countless records and projected videos—most of them were the kind of "entertainment-friendly" parties. Fuck, are these idiots really saving the world? How come... okay, the next page is the control task save directory. Looks like some people are still contributing to humanity.
Pandora's hands trembled slightly as she continued flipping through the pages. It was another record book, revealing that the two had gotten into a fight right there in the salon, though the atmosphere wasn't good. Someone was crying—Miss Anne. She saw one of the dignitaries staring at them and clapping gleefully.
But such things happen all the time. She had seen them many times in 346's body. Forced intercourse symbolized conquest and power. Later, she ignored it and opened another message.
"Who is Sheen? She seems to have a lot of information. You're not having an affair with her, are you?"
He Yu looked at those things, the images full of desire, nausea, and insult reflected in his eyes, but they did not stir any waves in him. They were like bottomless chasms, completely unmoved.
He wasn't as furious as Pandora had imagined; it was as if he had already grown accustomed to this hellish story.
"A fool as stupid as you."
He knew that the woman must have some right, but it was probably because of the overwhelming power behind her. She had committed a serious crime, and someone else had taken the blame for her. Many dead people in the Los Angeles City Council told him this in a very special way. He Yu had eaten a lot that time, but it took him a long time to digest.
In the end, it was all just a series of personal grudges.
He began to recall the memories of those powerful figures and found relevant fragments—Sheen had a conflict with the New York branch because of a high-ranking official who had killed her entire family.
It was all in vain; these people ambushed her during a control mission. The madwoman was severely injured, all her companions died, and the forbidden object escaped. She followed them into the city, but the operatives couldn't find their target, so the next day they amputated her fiancé's leg.
The following plot is a typical story: after Sheen recovered from his injuries and reappeared, he killed one by one the twenty high-ranking officials involved in the incident—including some B-rank individuals with exaggerated characteristics.
She knew, of course, that doing so would come at a terrible price, but she did it anyway.
Even now, He Yu is thinking, "You did the right thing. It's just that you killed a few people. Everything has its cause and effect. Since we're already living in a nightmare, let's make it even bigger."
Those potent medications will eventually help soothe your wounds and blur your memories. Although the person involved may not be able to distinguish between illusion and reality, the pain will become negligible, no longer stinging or unforgettable.
The people in Eoubs don't care about their own or others' abyss; as long as they survive one day, they've already made a fortune.
They returned to the manor late at night.
Pandora couldn't wait to take a bath, and she vomited several times along the way, saying that she smelled no different from her mother falling into a pool of rotting flesh.
She dragged Yu Yu along, insisting on taking a shower together. The two of them fussed around in the bathroom for almost two hours before finally finishing.
Half an hour later, He Yu changed his clothes and went upstairs to see Pandora.
The girl was fast asleep, clutching the special gun they had gotten back, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.
He stood silently to the side for a while. Living in such a place was the wish of most people, and it had once been his as well.
What a decadent and intoxicating world it is! There is no life-or-death struggle or bloodshed in the missions, countless banquets that seem capable of destroying humanity, and no bottom line, no aspirations worth praising, no personal will, and no peace.
He Yu stared blankly at Pandora. He had obtained everything he wanted when he first came here, but he still felt that things were not getting better.
He sat there for a while, smoked a few cigarettes, and then got up and went downstairs.
Yu Yu sat in the living room, with two bottles of wine on the table.
"Want to have a drink?"
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