Hao Xiao came to the inner corner of the deep streets of Night City alone. The lights here were dim, and a feeling of darkness was creeping up on Hao Xiao.

"damn it......"

Haoxiao was a little nervous. He knew this was a trap, but he still wanted to ask Jack something face to face, not just why he betrayed intelligence...

However, all this is irreversible.

After Hao Xiao walked deep into the street, it was as quiet as if he had never been in this world before. The only sounds that could be made were the sound of Hao Xiao's walking and the sound of steel pipes on the side of the wall.

"Jack?"

Haoxiao found a figure at the end, and the figure was like Jack's body.

"..."

Strangely, Jack did not speak, which aroused Hao Xiao's vigilance. He pulled out a throwing knife, held it in his hand, and moved forward slowly.

"Jack, what did they do to you? Aren't you a talkative kid?"

When Hao Xiao walked into Jack, the flying knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he was stunned in place, as if the air had solidified.

"Jack? Jack!"

Jack was hung on the wall. There were very deep wounds on his neck, abdomen, and two joints, and all the wounds were arteries. At this time, Jack was bleeding to death...

"Fuck you!"

Haoxiao never expected that things would turn out like this. Then, a dark shadow knocked him down and stunned Haoxiao with anesthetic drugs...

...

"Lord Blue Echo, what should I do with this guy?"

"Just dig out everything he knows, and then deal with it."

"Yes, my lord."

...

Haoxiao gradually woke up, and everything around him was filled with the pungent smell of blood. When he opened his eyes, everything in front of him was hung pork, and the surrounding floors and walls were covered in muddy blood.

"you're awake?"

A strange man in a blue dress took a photo of Haoxiao with a camera.

"Fuck you, you were the one who killed Jack?!"

"It's so rude. At the end of his life, he completed one of my most satisfying works. Oh, let me introduce myself. I am a photographer and the number one executioner of Master Canglan. I prefer others to call me

artist."

Haoxiao began to struggle desperately, but he was tied to the chair and could not move.

"Don't think about struggling. Master Cang Lan wants to get what he wants to know. Mr. Dark Mo Yan, let's talk about it first. If you tell me now, I can give you a happy death directly."

"You fucking..."

"This won't work. I have to give you a little stimulation..."

The photographer took out an injection and injected it into Haoxiao's vein.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Veritaserum, Pandora's special espionage prop, you must believe in science and art."

Hao Xiao gave him a hard slap on the head, but it was too late. The photographer had already injected the veritaserum into Hao Xiao's body.

"Let me explain first, Mr. Haoxiao, if you lie, your heartbeat will speed up. If you lie too many times, you will die of heart failure. By then, you will become the most complete collection I have here. Get ready.

Yet?"

"Uh...fuck..."

Haoxiao has begun to feel difficulty breathing. It seems that this medicine is real.

"So, Mr. Haoxiao, what is your purpose?"

"make money."

"I'm asking you about the purpose of your trip. From the starting point to here, you must have some great goal, right?"

"make money."

Hao Xiao thought of breaking through the loopholes in the truth serum. If he didn't want to tell the information, he would tell the other side.

"You are really clever. Ahem, let me ask you, where is your final destination? What is your purpose?"

"Go back to my dimension...and...treat...Lina..."

Haoxiao's heart rate increased and he felt chest tightness and discomfort.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to have psychological suggestions. It's really dark Mo Yan. It seems that I can only increase the dose for you."

The photographer injected another dose of truth serum into Haoxiao's body.

"Ahem, listen up, Mr. Dark Mo Yan, where is the end point of your trip?"

"In...Area 13...Southern faction...laboratory..."

However, Haoxiao still couldn't resist the effect of the truth serum, and he still revealed his destination.

"Sure enough, it's in that kind of place. We originally thought it was the Northern Laboratory, because that's where the earliest brainwashing facility came from...Forget it, what's the password inside?!"

"I have no idea......"

"Say it again, it's impossible for you not to know, otherwise, where do your abilities, your strength, and your identity come from?"

The photographer was a little anxious, but Hao Xiao smiled contemptuously.

"An old man who sells weapons gave it to me."

"Old man? Wait, you mean, you are not Ji Hei Mo Yan at all!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I was the cannon fodder..."

"shift!"

The photographer angrily tore up the photo he just took and then took out a scalpel.

"Sorry, I don't want to believe that you are the most similar person to Dark Mo Yan. How could your vanishing points and your abilities be such a coincidence?!"

"So, I'm just a ninth-level finisher who gets paid to do things."

Haoxiao was relatively weak, and his vision became increasingly blurry. However, his heart was beating rapidly, making him panting and having difficulty breathing.

"That's it. Sure enough, the android has the safe code on him!"

The photographer walked towards Hao Xiao with a scalpel, and Hao Xiao gradually felt the danger coming. He kept struggling, hoping to break free from the damn chair.

"It's useless, Mr. Dark Mo Yan, just welcome the most gorgeous exit in your life."

"dream!"

Somehow, Hao Xiao's right hand broke free of the restraints, grabbed the photographer's hair, and smashed it against the restraints on his left hand.

"Thank you so damn much for the Veritaserum."

Haoxiao's other hand also broke free, and finally he kicked the photographer to the ground.

"I am Haoxiao!"

Hao Xiao kicked him several meters away, and the photographer quickly grabbed the medicine jar on the side and threw it towards Hao Xiao.

There was a cloud of smoke in the medicine jar. Hao Xiao accidentally sniffed it, and then his vision became dim and blurred.

"This is my newly developed fear fog, just right for you to practice on."

A glowing monster suddenly attacked Hao Xiao from the darkness. Hao Xiao quickly dodged, but unexpectedly the monster pursued him. Hao Xiao had no choice but to knock him to the ground with one punch.

"I am very angry now and will not be afraid of anything!"

Veins popped up on Haoxiao's face, and he felt his heart beating violently. However, he still endured the discomfort and took a stance against the darkness.

Suddenly, Haoxiao used his elbow to hit the photographer behind him, and then punched the photographer on the temple, making him unable to get up again.

"Do you call this art?"

Haoxiao's vision gradually recovered, and the photographer collapsed to the ground. He crawled forward feebly, trying to get his camera.

But Haoxiao was one step ahead. He ran over and got the camera.

"Please, let me be with my work..."

"sure."

Haoxiao angrily threw the camera to the ground and crushed it with his feet.

"No!!!"

"Do you know what is most important to me? It's because you bastards are no longer in this world. It's very important to me."

Haoxiao grabbed the photographer and punched him in the face, followed by a second punch, a third punch, a fourth punch...

"Ugh~"
To be continued...