The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 298 - 192 - : Smiley Face (2nd Update)_2
Chapter 298: 192 Chapter: Smiley Face (2nd Update)_2”No, I don’t have key evidence,” Tang shook his head. ”I’m just trying to spread a rumor that I am ’Smiley Face,’ broadcasting in various ways.”

”Then, I continually added things that seemed right but were half-truths to deepen the credibility of this lie, such as the Deception Group definitely having an insider in the police station, allowing them to escape every time because they knew the layout, and how me, usually as skilled as a God at solving cases, kept failing this time,” Tang explained. ”Essentially, to make Mu Jin start doubting herself.”

”So, if you were Mu Jin, what would you be most afraid of?” Suddenly, Tang asked Jiang Shu a question, hinting at him, ”Think about the incident in Thirteen District.”

”If I were her?” Jiang Shu touched his ear, beginning to understand but still finding it incredible, ”I would be afraid that you really were ’Smiley Face,’ and even more afraid that the turmoil in Special Prison was because you were opposing Fox.”

”Correct, my second lie was exactly that.” Seeing Jiang Shu catching up with his thinking quickly, Tang nodded in satisfaction, ”In that case, if I really were ’Smiley Face,’ I would want to disassociate myself from the Deception Group because the trouble they caused was just too big. At that time, I started investigating the Deception Group and almost effortlessly tracked her down.”

”The events that followed went so smoothly I couldn’t even believe it myself,” Tang shrugged and couldn’t help but laugh, ”I didn’t even have a backup plan, and Mu Jin herself dug up the source of the ’Tang is Smiley Face’ information from the upper echelons of Seventh District Police Station, and she had to peel through layers to get the information.”

”It was a psychological suggestion,” Jiang Shu nodded, people always deeply trust the answers they work hard to analyze and find.

”Then, she got scared, she—” Tang grinned again, ”was eager to side with ’Smiley Face,’ wanting to disentangle herself from the disturbances in Thirteen District, since her initial goal was just to play, not to get herself involved.”

”Did she turn herself in?” Jiang Shu widened his eyes, this was beyond his expectations.

”Yes, I didn’t see it coming either,” Tang’s expression turned a bit strange, ”I didn’t expect her psychological defenses to be so fragile.”

”Who is she?” That was the point Jiang Shu cared about.

”This... I can’t tell you now,” Tang shook his head. ”She’s my exclusive informant. In any case, she provides me a lot of detailed information, based on which I make inferences and analyses ...”

”Catching Fox isn’t hard.”

——

The moment Devil Wind stepped out of the alley, he realized something was off.

The streets of Seventh District were too quiet.

Neon lights, billboards, the dim road surface, and dazzling lighting, nearly a hundred shops squeezed on both sides of this street, vehicles haphazardly parked on the road, artificially creating a cramped feeling on what should have been a broad street.

No one was around.

Everything was there, but there were no people.

The lights were flickering, store doors wide open, and the smart control panels on the cars were still lit, but there was no one.

Devil Wind stood at the intersection, looking up at the undulating accommodation buildings above the shops on both sides of the streets, then gazing off at the bustling end of the street.

In the darkness of the accommodation buildings, there were shadowy figures, and the end of the street was still bustling with traffic.

He realized that only by breaking through this street into the crowd could he truly gain a chance of survival.

Then Devil Wind took off his mask, grabbed the shirt near his left shoulder with his right arm, and tore it fiercely, instantly shredding the whole shirt which he casually threw on the ground.

The mask would obstruct his vision and also affect his breathing, which was not conducive to explosive movements.

His upper body was exposed, not the type of bulky muscular man of ancient generals with broad shoulders and wide waists, all muscles concealed beneath a thin layer of fat, yet without a protruding belly of a large general.

His right arm was flesh, while his left arm was a complete mechanical assembly, along with his body’s left side enveloped in silver metallic armor.

Devil Wind suddenly moved. He started stepping forward, his movement agile, not at all matching his physique.

At the same time, gunfire erupted.

Taser’s electric shock bullets and the net gun’s large net flew out from both sides of the street, while Devil Wind swung his left arm, a specially made metal knife extending from within.

His prosthetic eye continuously captured the electric shock bullets in the air, then spun rapidly to design a perfect escape route for him, while his blade continuously slashed through each of the nets.

The nets, made of the toughest conventional materials, were nothing against the special metal knife in Devil Wind’s hands; a slight force and it tore open a hole in the middle of each net.

In a blink of an eye, Devil Wind had crossed a quarter of the street distance, the police team’s blockade seemingly posing no significant threat to him.

But the next second, three or four elite police squads burst out from the sides of the street, using cover, they repeatedly shot at Devil Wind with small caliber firearms.

The street, elongated and narrow due to its length, suddenly exploded with countless gunshots, the sound of battle filling the entire street.

From a higher perspective, just two rows of buildings and one street apart, were two different worlds.