Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Dorio

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

It was a Friday night and like every other Friday in the city of New York, the clubs were packed with people dancing and shimmying to infectious bass music. Circling his perfectly shaped fingertip around the rim of his glass, David stifled his sigh, thinking of better ways to have spent a work-free night rather than inhaling the nauseating blend of sweat and alcohol whilst watching sweaty bodies gyrate and contort on stage like birds high on crack. He should be home. He wanted to go home, to his safe place inside Dawn. He missed her terribly.

As Rashel stepped aside for Jethro to stand up, she took note of how his shoulders were slumped and how tired he looked, and she resolved to help him get out of this as soon as possible. The real reason for Rashel’s calmness through the entire meeting was that she had sent Milla to find some dirt on Dorian, and she brought back a whole truck of dirt. It was discovered that Dorian was involved in the black-market business, where he was illegally trading some of Scepter’s tech to the outlaws. This information alone was enough to get the man into a lot of trouble, but Rashel worked with hard evidence, so she had Milla gather solid evidence against Dorian. The man could carry on with his hypocri

We are in a cave somewhere along the coast. Recognition hits, and I’m shocked. “Derek!” I gasped, looking at the boy I used to date, Derek Grothman. “I believe your little harem calls me Razor. I’ve been watching you, Pixie. When we were dating, I thought you were the kind of girl I could take home to momma, but I see you’ve gone and whored yourself out.” “What are you talking about, Derek? I’m not a whore,” I growl at him.

The hallway light caught his face the way it always seemed to glow – like even the light in this house had decided to cooperate with him. “Damien Black is not a friend,” he said. Even. Flat. The tone of something delivered as fact not opinion. I looked down at him from the step. “Oriana doesn’t have friends here to spare,” I said. “You made sure of that.” It landed. I watched it land – a small tightening at his jaw, something brief and unguarded moving through his eyes before he pulled it back. Good. “He has an agenda,” Ciro said. “With everything he does.”

I explain. Dario snickers at my words, "That's a lie! Your fucking whore is addicted to that drug. My wife made sure she gave her enough to cause the addiction. Now she's nothing but a drugged-out whore!" It's Jory that punches him in the face. Dario's head snaps back, but all he does is laugh. Jory then pulls out a knife and jams it right in the Kingpin's side, "Just returning the gesture." My man grins.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

But I was wrong. "I'm going into the city's security cameras," Dario said. "When he left the house I was able to pick him up on several cameras, but then he disappears. I'm guessing that's because he went somewhere that's not heavily surveilled." He pushed his glasses up his nose and laid his tablet down before he began typing on his phone. "Wait, I might have something but I need to get into another system." All of it was taking too damn long. I grabbed the heavy desk and growled as I flipped it over. My computer crashed, papers went flying, and my books toppled to the floor.

While the rest were just unimportant people who happened to be recorded. Theo smiled sarcastically at the strange movements. New to the syndicate after a long closure, he had been hired by an Italian bigwig to end the life of a political curas perpetrator, Vittori Oro. The inter-organizational network signaled the return of 'Dor D'Murder', Theo's nickname in the dark world. So they competed to cooperate. Although not all offers he received. Theo is looking for sinners just like himself. And Vittori was the first candidate to be targeted.

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."