Downstairs, the nervous Mercenaries, some already with hands on their guns, vigilantly looked towards the center of the bar.
Berry followed their gaze and quickly saw four or five Agents, not dressed as Honeycomb Mercenaries, at a table in the middle of the bar, looking at a grey-green figure sitting at a pub table.
The one in the military green vest was a woman. Her figure was quite good, and coupled with her capable aura, she might have been a soldier in the army before.
But her eyes had been replaced with alloy compound eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions through them.
And it was worth noting that this person's hands and feet were bound with electronic shackles, and she was currently being guarded by the black-clad Agents at the table like a prisoner.
However, compared to the nervous Agents around her, this unknown woman with compound eyes seemed unusually relaxed, not at all like someone imprisoned.
She was even curiously observing everything in the bar, especially the nervous Honeycomb Mercenaries.
Berry even felt a mocking smile on her lips, though she wasn't sure if it was her imagination.
Seeing the main person arrive, one of the black-clad Mercenaries stepped out and approached Berry and the others with a warm expression.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Berry, and Ms. V. Regina Jones asked me to say hello to you."
"You're Regina's people?"
Doubt crossed Berry's brow. She looked at V, as V had recently been working for Regina.
But V was equally puzzled; she didn't know what these people were up to.
As if sensing their confusion, Regina's Mercenary smiled apologetically and began to explain.
"We originally wanted to find Mr. Viktor Vector of your organization, but Mr. Viktor Vector doesn't seem to be at the clinic, so we had to bring her here first."
Oh, Viktor.
Berry remembered him saying he was going to a boxing match with Jackie today, no wonder these people didn't find him.
But why were these guys looking for her?
Under Berry's questioning gaze, the black-clad Agents continued to explain.
It turned out that the woman in the military green vest was Lieutenant Mo'er, a Cyberpsychosis patient.
And she was the most dangerous kind.
Because this person was a former Militech Agent, even with her hands and feet bound, she could bite someone to death with her teeth.
Moreover, this person was severely tormented by cyberware; the degree of her alienation was too high, and Regina's doctors had no solution.
She also frequently went into fits, causing a lot of trouble for Regina's people.
This person had top-secret Militech cyberware, and haphazard disassembly could very likely lead to her death.
And coincidentally, Regina knew of Viktor Vector's skill and also knew that the knock-off cyberware produced by Honeycomb had the effect of alleviating the user's neural burden.
So, in desperation, Regina had no choice but to send this person to Honeycomb, considering it a last attempt.
If even Viktor Vector and Honeycomb's cyberware couldn't save her, then in the end, well, she could only be humanely dealt with.
Berry listened, then nodded silently.
She had a general understanding of what had happened.
Looking again at Mo'er, who was bored and already shaking her leg, Berry was thoughtful.
Good heavens, her demeanor was so imposing just now, it almost intimidated her.
She thought she was someone important, but it turned out to be Lieutenant Mo'er.
She almost misjudged her, thinking she was some kind of tough character.
Back then, Arnold went into battle and managed to choke her unconscious, and she even shamefully wet herself.
Then she was handed over to V for her to complete the mission.
A defeated opponent, what's there to be so arrogant about?
So, Berry walked forward with her arms crossed, observing Lieutenant Mo'er.
Seeing the few people who looked like leaders approaching, Lieutenant Mo'er also scrutinized the individuals in front of her.
Her gaze swept over V, but she showed no reaction.
After all, when she was captured by V, she was already unconscious, so she naturally had no impression.
However, a hateful face always remained in her mind.
But she couldn't see him among these people.
"Are you Honeycomb?"
Mo'er spoke. She was very calm now, and her words were articulate.
Unlike the constantly raving lunatic that Regina's Agents described.
Of course, Berry didn't know if this was her disguise or the effect of the chains on her hands and feet.
"Yes, it might be your future new home. Do you like it?"
"Heh."
Hearing Berry's words, Mo'er gave a self-deprecating laugh and didn't reply.
She knew her physical condition; even the doctors couldn't help her, only using excessive sedatives to barely maintain consciousness.
But this was only temporary; she would lose control eventually and destroy herself.
Of course, feeling the surging cyberware in her body, tormenting her nerves like an alien organism, Mo'er felt that death might be a release for her.
But before that.
She still had some unresolved matters.
"The person who caught me, others told me he was from Honeycomb. Why haven't I seen that big guy?"
Her cold compound eyes scanned around, and Mo'er posed her question.
Among the crowd, she couldn't find the tall man who had subjected her to such a humiliating situation, and she couldn't help but ask.
As soon as Mo'er said this, Berry knew what she meant.
Her eyes unconsciously glanced towards the other person's crotch.
The amount of water back then seemed quite a lot; Berry remembered that half of this person's pants were wet.
"Watch your gaze!"
Feeling Berry's ill-intentioned gaze, Mo'er gnashed her teeth in anger, her face flushed.
She knew that this short person in front of her definitely knew about her embarrassing incident.
Gritting her teeth, a low growl like a beast's rose, and Mo'er's hands and feet began to tremble, as if she was about to spring up the next second.
"Oh no, she's losing control!"
The black-clad Agents beside her were greatly alarmed, wondering why Mo'er, who had been fine just a moment ago, was now losing control.
And V and the other Honeycomb Mercenaries, though they didn't understand the situation, also raised their guns, seeing Mo'er about to attack.
With a series of clicks as bolts were pulled back, the atmosphere in the bar instantly turned extremely tense.
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