How a Suited Thug Became a Cyberlord

Suits, guns, and alcohol are the three elements that make up Virgil Rickman. In his forty-three-year career as an agent, he has become accustomed to covering up wounds with suits and numbing pain with alcohol. Until one day, his department said he was no longer needed, and his comrades put a bullet into his spine. He closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking that he would reach hell... But the fact was that he became a corporate beast in the cyber world. The prosthetic arm was sparking with sparks, and the mobile phone beside the bed lit up. It was a text message from the named [Dog*Boss]: 'I screwed up! Where are you? ! Why don't you come here and take the blame for me! ' Virgil lying on the bed:... Is incomplete brain development a common problem in the world? ? He chuckled in disbelief and threw away the phone. Fuck it. You've all gone to hell, yet you still work hard without complaining and treat others like cattle or horses? Then. Three minutes later, the largest black market in Rosemary District was exploded. Ten minutes later, the company building was invaded. The security guards stared in shock as a guy with sparks in his arms broke into the company alone, killed an entire heavily modified team by himself, and finally walked into the company elevator with a heavy machine gun in one hand. Thirty minutes into the cyber world, Virgil roughly pressed the muzzle of his gun to his boss's temple: Pong! … The mechanical heart stopped beating due to overload. Virgil fell backwards, feeling only the long-lost joy in his heart. Suddenly, he came face to face with a pair of huge pupils composed of neon and mist. A pair of cold hands grabbed him, and the owner of the hands and eyes asked in a low voice: [Do you still remember the oath you made? ] [Are you still willing to use your integrity to protect all innocent people and clean up all evil so that the world can have long-term peace? ] My thoughts drifted away for a moment. At this moment, Virgil recalled his youthful oath: 'As long as I am at my post, I will do my best to faithfully perform all my duties. ' Master of Hands and Eyes: [——Then you will have all my preferences. ] "Boom!" The mechanical heart beats again. The voice said in his ear: Now, jump. Jump off the building. You will be reborn. ** Many years later, Virgil was lazily watching videos in his new convertible sports car: #Crimerate hits new low! Is the court no longer just a decoration? ! # # Silent Town forces are undergoing a major reshuffle, and mysterious agents are suspected of being involved behind the scenes# #Inventory of the Mysterious Agent's Scandal Targets·The Third…# #guideng begged Daddy for high-definition pictures of battle damage! ! If you hold a gun or step on the camera with leather shoes, the price is negotiable! ! # #Presidentialelection! Vote for the best *mysterious agent*! ! ! # Virgil: "..." The more I look at it, the weirder it gets, are you serious? ? For the President, he would rather wear it back and take bullets! A silver mechanical hand suddenly passed over his head, took away the phone, and scrolled through the news: "'The story of the first encounter with the mysterious agent'?" "——I still remember our first meeting, Virgil. I dragged you back from the brink of death, and you just refused my invitation and even told me to 'get out of here'." Virgil glanced at the other person sideways, pulled him down and kissed him: "You turned around and kicked me off a seventy-eight-story building. Isn't that very friendly?" ###Cp: The will of the cyber city who is unreasonable (literally) but easy to talk to (?) × Tired and irritable, covered with old wounds, a thug agent in a suit. Refer to the 007 series, with a license to kill, 1v1, HE Intention: I want to find a comfortable place to live, where I can rest after being scarred