Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun walked out of the alley, followed by two beautiful maids. Fang Qingyun was wearing a white suit, his muscles were hidden under the suit, but he still looked very stylish. His face was partially blocked by sunglasses, and just looking at the half of his face that was exposed, he seemed to be a kind person. He was holding a cane, and the lower end of the cane was tapping on the ground, attracting other people's attention.

It's not because of his etiquette, but it's hard to imagine that a nobleman dressed like that would walk in such an alley instead of the clean and tidy main road that is swept by special cleaners.

Fang Qingyun, without any ID or implanted chip, walked around boldly. One has to know that he is now "informal" without these documents. Once he is discovered and wanted, he will basically have nowhere to stay. But because of his attire, no policeman came to check his ID. Who would believe that such a rich and bold nobleman would be "informal"?

He looked towards the end of the commercial street, where there was a small duty post with three patrolmen on duty. Fang Qingyun approached with a casual step, and quickly scanned the area with his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses: the three patrolmen were each equipped with a set of professional-looking bulletproof vests, and the helmets on their heads also had a mask to protect their faces, which could be pulled down at any time to provide protection for their faces.

The equipment is pretty good, but it's a pity that it's not used properly.

Chapter 51.5, I’m giving you face, right?

These patrolmen are more like private police or security guards than policemen. They are employed by Ya Zongyi, a large enterprise that accounts for 20% of Fuso's GDP. They replace regular police positions. Their only purpose is to ensure the stability of Ya Zongyi. As for how the people below make trouble, it has nothing to do with them. These private police have more or less innocent people's blood on their hands. After all, their butts are not straight.

If we pick ten private police officers and execute them all, there will definitely be some innocent ones. But if we execute nine out of ten, there must be some who escape punishment. These are the dirty thugs under the capital, and the blood and tears of innocent people are flowing in every pore of their body.

Fang Qingyun leaned over and took a look at the weapons of the three patrolmen: a baton, a combat knife, and a gun that he wasn't sure whether to call an assault rifle or a submachine gun.

Perhaps it was Fang Qingyun's attire that worked, for his action of sticking his head out was not stopped by the three patrolmen. After seeing Fang Qingyun's attire and the maid behind him, their originally aggressive momentum suddenly weakened, and they were left with only sweet words of flattery.

They could never have imagined that Fang Qingyun was actually an "informal" person without human rights.

Since this place favors the rich, it shouldn't be too much for me to exercise my rights... Fang Qingyun thought so as he approached his duty station and tapped on the glass with his fingers.

The maid Fang Qingyun spoke first. She bowed slightly to the three patrolmen who stood up and said, "Mr. Patrolman, could you please tell me which area this is?"

Fang Qingyun was startled and suddenly realized that according to his status, he should not ask for directions in person. He should stand aside arrogantly and wait for the two maids to ask for directions.

So he tried to make amends a little, knocking on the glass here and there with his cane, looking like a young master who was interested in everything and had a lawless attitude towards everything, as if he was out to cause trouble. If he really broke the glass, he would be looking for trouble, just looking for something to do.

To put it bluntly, they are some wealthy street urchins who come here to cause trouble.

The patrolman didn't dare to offend this second-generation rich man, and just wanted to send him away quickly. He humbly told him the name of this place: "This is the largest street in Asia Mall."

Fang Qingyun went through the map in his mind. Asia Mall is in the southern part of the west coast, which is also the center of the commercial district. There should be a node of a certain plot near this location...that is, one of the heroines, Perno, is caught up by her tragic past. In the game, if there is no timely rescue here, an NTR event will occur, resulting in the inability to trigger the ending of the heroine.

Fang Qingyun walked into the Asian Mall, leaving the three private police officers looking at each other in bewilderment. The two maids didn't even look at them and followed Fang Qingyun's steps.

"That boy is so lucky." A private policeman looked at the legs exposed under the maid outfit and said, "That girl is really great... It would be great if she was an informal one, so that she wouldn't have to take responsibility even if she died."

His companion leaned his shoulder against his, reminding him to look away: "Don't even think about it. A big shot dressed like that, and his maid is an informal one? I wouldn't dream of doing that, but that chick is really good... Are you going to hang out with the anti-Asian organization tonight?"

"Are there new arrivals over there?" the third private policeman interrupted.

"No, those who are caught by anti-Asian are all informal. You can do whatever you want as long as you pay them. As long as they don't kill them, it's fine. Those people were caught, and there are all kinds of people."

"Are there any lolita? The unofficial lolita last time was awesome. I almost fainted from all the trouble. Several people went, but it was quite troublesome to deal with them in the end. I heard that the pregnant one was sent to be a donor by anti-Asian people."

"Yes, definitely! The three anti-Asian organizations, what can't they get? Wait, body donations? Those doing experiments even accept body parts that have been played with?"

"Take it. After all, we are just guinea pigs. It doesn't matter whether we are good or bad, right?"

They didn't know that their conversation was heard clearly by the maid. She quietly told Fang Qingyun about the conversation. Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a pleasant surprise to know the addresses of the three anti-Asian companies. I didn't expect that their business has reached the level of private police."

"Are you sure they are talking about Loli?"

"Yes, Master"

"Where's our sniper?"

"Awaiting your orders at any time"

"We'll do it after they get off work," Fang Qingyun pushed open the revolving door of Asia Mall and whispered to the maid. The maids accepted the order and one of them stayed with Fang Qingyun while the other left to support the sniper and prepare to deal with the bodies.

Some bottom lines cannot be crossed, such as the three-dimensional little girl.

You can say whatever you want about the two-dimensional world, but if you do something like that in the three-dimensional world, Fang Qingyun can only guarantee a private court ruling if he is able to do so.

The reason why these private police dared to do this is very simple. The little girl was "informal", an illegal resident, a citizen deprived of her identity. She had no human rights and no matter what she encountered, it would not affect the life of the beast who attacked her.

To buy things in Asia Mall, you need Asia points. Fang Qingyun is now an "illegal household", let alone Asia points. He can only take a look at the goods for sale, but with his appearance, as long as he shakes his head, the store owner will subconsciously think that his goods are not good and will not suspect that he has no money.

After walking around Asia Mall, Fang Qingyun did not find the heroine's iconic pink and white hair. It seemed that it was not the right time yet. Fang Qingyun put his hands in his pockets, with a cane hanging on his arm, and casually ignored the check at the door for smuggled people, and walked out directly.

Anyway, no one dares to stop him, so let's go to the headquarters of the three anti-Asian organizations.

These three organizations are also very strange. They have to open a red-light street. If they were separated and opened their own businesses, wouldn't they all have business? Now they are together and have to compete with each other.

In fact, it may be because this is the only gray area. Once you leave this area, the private police will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

Fang Qingyun was walking on the road. It was almost dusk. The orange-red sunlight sprinkled on Fang Qingyun, giving him a halo. The maid who went to deal with the private police also came back, bringing back four new maids. They went to find their own base and found a good one in the gray area. As a result, the gray intelligence dealers who sold land were attracted by the maids' generosity and planned to make a fortune. At the same time, they sold the four maids under Fang Qingyun as donations.

...And then nothing happened. They underestimated the maid's fighting ability. No one could have imagined that such a delicate maid could kick a strong man so hard that his mouth was full of blood.

What's even worse is that they underestimated their equipment. The gun ban in Asia is very strict, and it is extremely difficult to get a pistol. Among the three anti-Asia gangs, not counting those who joined later, only the male protagonist owns a pistol.

Some people may wonder, why not steal guns from private police? The guns of private police are placed so casually, can't they be taken by anyone who wants to steal? In fact, it is not that there are no anti-Asian organizations that have tried to do that. They attacked a warehouse and found that all the weapons in the warehouse could not be used. The guns of private police are bound to him, and they will be automatically locked once someone else operates them.

If you want to grab usable firearms, you must rush into the industrial zone in the north of Yazongyi and find the assembly line in the factory. It must be one that has not yet reached the stage of installing chips. However, it is indeed a bit difficult to rely on cold weapons to rush into the factory in the industrial zone facing fully armed security guards and hail of bullets.

In any case, the power of one organization is definitely not enough.

In this situation, when the four maids each took out a submachine gun from under their skirts, the intelligence dealers were dumbfounded. Although the guns were old stuff, they were not toys.

The information dealer realized in an instant that he had hit a wall, but what could he do? Is it over if he admitted his mistake? He still had to fight even if he admitted his mistake.

The firepower from the four submachine guns instantly turned the entire area into a river of blood. The intelligence dealer and his men were all killed. Some of them who were lucky enough to be still struggling were shot in the head one by one. Their bodies were teleported back to hell for green recycling. It should not be a problem to use the biomass as raw materials for factories.

The gunshots had been going on for so long, but the area was still silent. No private police were dispatched. The main reason was that this area was a gray area. Unless there was a bomb explosion or a gun was found, no private police would take the initiative to cause trouble. Even if there were gunshots, as long as no one called the police, it didn't exist. They would just turn a blind eye. After all, if you enforce the law in a place full of dangers, what if you lose your life? It's just a small amount of money in a month, what's the point of playing with your life?

But if some enthusiastic citizens call the police, then you can't hide away and you have to go, or you'll lose your job.

Generally speaking, private police are in a contradictory state about people reporting anti-Asian organizations. On the one hand, they hope that someone will report it so that they can hand over the information to the commander. If they catch the anti-Asian members, they can be promoted, and at the very least they can climb up to the level of a squad leader.

But on the other hand, if the person is not caught... the commander will be so angry that he has made a wasted trip and has nowhere to vent his anger. He may use the excuse of obstructing official business to deprive the private policeman who brought the information of his position or even his job.

If the person in command makes a fool of himself and vents his anger on others, he may make an even more terrifying decision, depriving that person of his position and job, and directly classifying him as "informal". What awaits him next is a terrifying pursuit and escape.

Anyone, even a small thug, can beat him up, or even kill him and dump his body, and because their killing is "informal", they will not bear any consequences.

For private police, reporting anti-Asian organizations to the police is an inevitable gamble. Once the matter is reported to the higher authorities, they have no choice but to go. However, if they fail to catch the people, the consequences will be serious.

There were no enthusiastic people in the gray area, so the maids easily cleared the battlefield, mopped up the blood, and sprinkled some laundry detergent to destroy the DNA. As long as the private police had not seen the body with their own eyes, they would not carefully investigate the bloodstains, which allowed the maids to blatantly wipe the bloodstains and immediately decorate the stronghold. With the help of thirty-three fighters, the entire stronghold was quickly renovated.

The maid who had completed the task returned to Fang Qingyun, leaving the fighters to continue moving things into the stronghold. Various army green weapon boxes and ammunition were stacked together. This would be the headquarters of a new anti-Asian organization in the future. As for the name of the headquarters, Fang Qingyun had not yet decided.

After completing the construction of his new base, Fang Qingyun followed the address given by the patrolman to the flowery street where the anti-Asian organization was located.

Chapter 52: I just want to take a look. Hey, little kitty!

There are three spots in Huajie. Women wearing revealing or seductive clothes stand in front of the shops and pose coquettishly. People in formal clothes choose a shop that they like, go in to release the stress of the day, turn themselves into beasts for a short time, and then turn themselves into human form to continue work the next day. Fang Qingyun understands this kind of stress release behavior but does not accept it. Everyone has their own aspirations. But if the working women are kidnapped, that is another matter.

The one at the edge with no decoration is the shop of the protagonist Nayuta. It looks like it has only been opened for a short time, and the shop looks a bit shabby and plain. Standing at the door is a man in a blue shirt and a black and white plaid scarf. Judging from his age, he should be just a high school student. He seems to be playing the role of a pimp, responsible for soliciting customers.

The young man in blue clothes is the male protagonist of the [Dona Dona] world: A Xiong. This name sounds very rustic, and it sounds like there will be a blue fat man giving him all kinds of props. Fang Qingyun originally thought that his name would be Taro or something like that, but he ended up giving him this name.

He is the second in command of the Nayuta organization. Since the number one is a careless and stupid old man who doesn't know how to run this kind of business, Ah Xiong is "forced" to take over this job, that is, to be a pimp and a brothel owner.

Was he relatively gentle to those "talents" he had captured? Perhaps, but it was an indisputable fact that he had forced women to sell their bodies, no matter how he treated those "talents".

But Fang Qingyun still had a very bad impression of him. Although he was the protagonist, Ah Xiong had attacked minors, who were estimated to be around ten years old. He forced minors to sell sex to pedophiles, and his behavior was simply disgusting.

It seems that Nayuta's current business is just average, and the plot point should be moved forward.

The one in the middle is Half Tone, which is the one Fang Qingyun hates the most. It is a mixed bag of people and they are two-faced. Most of their members wear clown costumes. It is more like a circus than an anti-Asian organization. There are two clowns wearing black and white prison uniforms standing at the door, tossing two knives up and down in their hands. Fortunately, they are quite enthusiastic about customers and their business is not affected by their appearance.

The one on the other side was the Dongyun faction, perhaps a traditional Fuso gang? Standing at the door were two samurai with Fuso swords on their waists, wearing the traditional Fuso devil masks, all dressed in white, standing there solemnly. Every time they welcomed a customer in, they were as serious as if they were asking them to commit seppuku.

These warriors were called "Flayed Ghosts," a name that was a tribute to their prowess in cold weapon combat, not because they actually flayed people.

Fang Qingyun also didn’t understand why the Japanese liked to give this kind of name. It sounded very easy to be misunderstood. If such white clothes were in China, they would be called "white robe".

Isn’t it better than that damn “skinned ghost”?

Fang Qingyun had no intention of entering these brothels to investigate personally. He stood quietly opposite the door. The six gorgeous maids made the young girls who were trying to recruit them feel ashamed. How could a young master like them be interested in prostitutes?

Fang Qingyun was also happy that they thought so. After seeing Viola's beauty, his aesthetic level had improved. These vulgar women didn't approach him so that he wouldn't have to reject them one by one, which would be very troublesome and most importantly, it would disturb his train of thought.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see." After confirming the location, Fang Qingyun turned around and left, going back to the base first. Some places needed to be refined, and asking the combatants to be responsible for the decoration was simply a stretch for their brains. If they went back late, they were worried that they would tear down the house.

Six maids followed him closely. For the first time, Fang Qingyun felt the trouble of having too many people. With so many maids, he seemed a bit like a nouveau riche.

Just bring one next time, and let the rest act as secret bodyguards. Anyway, they are all versatile, and it should not be a problem for them to temporarily act as secret snipers with a rifle to supplement the combat power.

Ah Xiong, who had suffered a great failure in spring sales, locked the door. The goods he had recently captured were not good and it was difficult to attract customers. He could not earn any money for the organization. Looking at the noise coming from the other two stores, he estimated that no one would come tonight. Instead of wasting time here, he might as well go into battle and gather his companions to find some "talents".

Maybe it was because of recent affairs, his headaches were getting worse and worse, and when the pain was severe he even felt like there were needles doing butterfly strokes in his brain. Recently he even had episodes of sleepwalking. It was the boss Zappa who told him about this, saying that he got up in the middle of the night to read the news, looking for information about a young female singer who had become very popular recently.

Why did this happen? Ah Xiong knocked his head, feeling that everything was out of his control, as if something was interfering with his judgment.

Ah Xiong closed the shop and prepared to go back to prepare for the "snatch operation" in the evening, which was an anti-Asian activity to snatch women and take things away. As for whether innocent people would be hurt, that was not within his consideration. After all, since he was engaging in violent resistance, it didn't matter to him whether innocent people were there or not.

Ah Xiong put the key in his pocket. It was useless to continue wasting time here. It would be better to close the store in advance, make sufficient preparations, load the bullets, put on the "combat uniform", and gather his partners to prepare for the action at night.

The so-called "combat uniform" is a set of "special clothing" that guides others' impressions by emphasizing personal characteristics, thereby achieving the purpose of hiding oneself.

For example, if you see a street-rock star with colorful hair, your impression of him will be limited to the wig, his wild laughter, and the shiny motorcycle everywhere.

When that will-o'-the-wisp boy wearing glasses and a school uniform walks past you politely, even if you recognize his face, it is difficult for you to connect him with the will-o'-the-wisp boy after only meeting him once.

This is why Nayuta's clothes are so eye-catching. Women design their own clothes. Some expose their abdomen or lower breasts, and then match them with bright colors. This colorful outfit looks very revealing and also has a visual impact. The impact of colors can hurt the eyes if you see it too much.

Men usually disguise themselves by wearing distinctive clothing, such as wearing tacky sunglasses, wrapping themselves up tightly, leaving only the upper half of their faces exposed, or wearing a full-coverage hood like Pay Day. Such clothing is indeed effective, at least the private police of the Asian General Justice cannot recognize or catch them.

As for the anti-Asian Banyin and Dongyun factions, they would naturally recognize them. They knew each other well and were aware of each other's identities. The top management of the Ya Zongyi Heavy Industry would naturally recognize them as well. After all, how many people could be fooled by these boring tricks?

Fang Qingyun was swinging his cane out of boredom as he walked on the way to his own base. Through his enchanted sunglasses, he could see the green lasers that symbolized the line of his sniper rifle. These green lasers could only be seen by those who could observe the energy of hell and could not be observed by any other means of observation.

This made him feel particularly safe. The three green lines crisscrossed like the scythe of the god of death, which could shoot out fatal bullets at any time to eliminate potential dangers.

On the way, in order to take a shortcut, Fang Qingyun fearlessly stepped into an alley. Because there were too many gray transactions in this alley, it had another nickname, called the Gray Alley. There was such a place more or less in every place in Yazongyi.

This kind of grey alley is very dangerous. There is no window on this side of the alley, so it looks like a path sandwiched between two walls. In addition, there is no monitoring equipment, which makes this alley extremely dangerous. There may be prostitutes who are protected by the law. They can't pay their debts, so they sell their bodies and make ends meet to ensure that they are not "informal". But if a prostitute is suddenly declared "informal" and she happens to be in the process of "working"...

Then there is no need to talk about money. As an "informal" person, her personal safety is likely to be not guaranteed. This place may become her burial place at any time. At that time, there will naturally be cleaners who deal with special situations. Those people dressed in white like street sweepers will carry away the body, and then use flamethrowers like spraying pesticides to burn the remains of the body stuck to the ground on the spot to ensure that no odor is emitted.

It is normal for people to die in this alley every day. If Fang Qingyun in his previous life faced this situation, he would never take this narrow alley even if he had to take a detour of one kilometer. He might end up face to face with some corpses that were being manipulated like in a cult ritual by Slaanesh believers. Even if he was a grown man who had never seen such a scene, he would be scared to death.

And it is in such a gray alley that a touch of out-of-place color appears.

The emerald green girl, who was entertaining herself, was carrying a bag and making strange noises that imitated radio waves. She walked from the other end of the alley. Her brisk steps were full of energy, as if she was going on an outing.

She wore large cat-ear-like headphones on her head. The cat ears on the headphones were dark green, the color of emerald green. Her vibrant green short hair poked out from the edge of the headphones, adding an important touch of color to the image of such a childish girl.

She was wearing a pink coat and shoes, with three medals of kittens in different poses hanging on her clothes. She was wearing silver shorts, revealing her smooth legs and black socks pulled to her ankles. She didn't look like a well-behaved girl, but rather full of naughty boyish aura.

Fang Qingyun didn't expect to meet her here, Arecibo Kunifuda Eriya. Such a long name only appeared once in the original plot, and it seemed that it was not so long when it appeared, but was abbreviated as Kunifuda Eriya. Players most often call her "Antina" and "Denpa Mei", and "Antina" is the code name she gave herself after joining the protagonist group.

As for the "Electric Wave Girl", don't be fooled by Antina's appearance of starting from three years, she is actually a high school student of the same age as the protagonist, and she is also a genius hacker, although her performance in the game is just an ordinary password door...

But the reality is different. What she can do is the same as the protagonist in Watchdog. She can easily crack the firewalls of some facilities of Yazongyi Heavy Industry, so that those agencies and drones can obey her control. She can also invade other people's accounts at will, learn their emails and secrets, and even transfer other people's money silently.

Fang Qingyun has always been curious, why don't the protagonists let Antina transfer other people's money through hacking technology? At worst, they can choose some extremely vicious targets and enforce justice. Isn't this better than forcing innocent people to sell themselves?

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that Antina felt that it was boring, so she quit? I don't remember clearly, but Antina preferred the new news and news on the radio, and she only made money by doing commissions when she could, and she was not interested in wasting her talents for money.

It seems that she has not officially joined the protagonist group yet, and is still doing something that she finds interesting: looking for radio waves.

Her headphones can receive radio waves and convert them into text messages for playback. Although she has such a natural information channel, she is unwilling to be an intelligence dealer. The reason is simple: it's boring.

She is such a person with a strong curiosity, which is why she can learn such strong hacking skills at such a young age.

She looked at Fang Qingyun with eyes full of questions for a moment, then she glanced at both sides secretly and continued to walk over as if nothing had happened, but her hands were tightly grasping the straps of her schoolbag, and she was obviously in a nervous state.

Fang Qingyun followed her line of sight and glanced to the sides. There was nothing worth seeing on both sides. There were only snipers following Fang Qingyun, but those snipers were well hidden. Antina should not have such excellent anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Could it be that...she could detect the rays of hell energy? Fang Qingyun decided to give it a try.

Antina was actually in a good mood. She came here following the radio waves, but she didn't expect to pass through such an alley on the way. What she didn't expect was to see someone using a laser pen here? A green one at that.

Looking in the direction of the laser, Antina could see three conspicuous human silhouettes.

By the way, can these be seen on radio waves?

This was the first time she encountered such a view, which aroused Antina's interest. She carefully observed the outlines of the three people, and her heart gradually sank...the movements of those people...seemed to be holding guns?

Antina's blood seemed to run cold, and her breathing almost became manual. She was afraid that she had seen it wrong, so she looked carefully again and confirmed a terrible fact: they were not playing with laser pens, but deadly rifles.

The sniper's green laser moved to Antina's head. This was instructed by Fang Qingyun. In order to prevent accidental discharge, he also asked the sniper to turn on the safety. The purpose was to test Antina's reaction. This simple action made Antina almost frozen. Sweat flowed from her head. She took a deep breath, knowing that she could not reveal any flaws, otherwise in the next second, her head might explode and she would become a corpse in the alley.

Chapter 53, Eradication? You didn't say I couldn't spoil the plot.

Antina detected the wrists of the three people through radio waves and found that there was no Ya Zongyi chip on them, which meant that these people were not private police, and this made things serious.