I found that the past me - specifically three days ago - was really a bit rash and reckless.

I thought that with my own ability and courage, I would be able to make it in the Night City after ten years of hard work.

But it's impossible, it's completely impossible, it's not something you can get by working hard or tiptoeing: the legend is not the pantry key that my mother put on top of the refrigerator when I was a kid. Just put it there, and you can know that it actually exists.

Everyone says that the legends of Night City are in their graves, so why do I think I can become a legend unharmed?

No reason, I can only think this way, this is my psychological comfort and my right to dream.

It's just the world that makes people like me have no choice but to work hard to climb up - at least in this city.

Jack and I are the same kind of people, so we can hang out together. If I have time, I should record more things about doing business with Jack - that is, my life in the past six months is a rare happy time in my life.

Although this stealing mission is a big business that can be shot at any time, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will die, and even if I die, not many people will shed tears for me, so why should I be afraid of Arasaka?

What about the emperor of the city? You have to steal what you have to steal, and I won’t give it any face.

I probably won't be able to search the streets of Watson tonight.

The Uzumaki Gang, they never stop, and they are going to meet their boss Royce tomorrow. Before that, I plan to dress up in disguise and launch attacks on the Uzumaki Gang members scattered everywhere as an unknown righteous person.

I deliberately changed into a breathable hacker suit, wearing black sweatpants, a black sweatshirt, and a pair of solid black sneakers. I also covered my face with a black cloth. I tried my best to ensure that my skin was not exposed. This look is not normal at first glance.

People are definitely eye-catching when walking on the street, so I chose to walk on the rooftop.

If you don’t drive, it’s a good thing to exercise more and gain experience.

Climb over mountains and ridges, climb over cliffs and walls, and a prosthetic man with modified legs can run at a speed of 100 meters per second.

But I can't do it.

Because there is no money to buy a prosthetic body - Yun Bei.

In the past two days, I have been upgraded to a total of three levels, and I have added intelligence attributes without hesitation. If everything goes well tonight, I will be able to upgrade to another level. The current intelligence attribute has reached nine o'clock.

Maybe I should describe the subjective experience after the superposition of attributes more vividly. But I can't say, I just often had the idea that I was stupid in the past, and gradually I also started to think that everyone around me was stupid.

Human beings are just so stupid. I also know that there is no need to have arrogant thoughts.

But every time I hack into the protocols of these street gangsters, I still can't help but complain in my heart: "How do these people survive today with such a crude firewall?"

Give me some time, and I will be able to completely hack into the other party's operating system. Then, whether it is uploading a golem or forcing a shutdown, all the other party's senses such as vision, smell, and hearing, as well as breathing and heartbeat, will be under my control.

They themselves know nothing about it.

A skilled hacker can even tamper with people's memories - that would be really scary.

In any case, I will definitely give priority to improving my intelligence, and then invest as many expertise points as possible into hacking skills to improve my hacking skills and upgrade myself. In short, I don’t want someone to hijack my prosthetic body one day, like that

If so, even my freedom of death would be taken away from me.

…

I won’t go into too much detail about my experience as a vigilante. After all, the whole process was lackluster, just like one meal after another of junk food, lacking the ups and downs of happiness. But I did make an unexpected discovery. The Uzumaki Gang, these poisonous insects, their...

There is a huge loophole in the operating system. Although it is very hidden, I still discovered it.

Maybe it's because there's something wrong with a certain batch of implants they purchased together. In short, I can use this loophole to quickly upload the "restart prosthetic eyes" command package to their network, and then they will all become blind.

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——Tonight's score is thirty-six, I killed seven of them, and threw the rest into the trash can.

——In addition, I have been promoted to a level.

Hey, isn't it a bit boring? I didn't expect that the life biography I wrote would be so boring. Maybe I'm just not suitable for this line of work.

But you have to keep reading.

——Because your prosthetic eyes have been controlled by me (whispering).

The next day, I was briefed on the situation, Dexter asked me to pick up the goods, and Jack received the news to go to the Whole Foods factory to check out the factory - to this day.

I'm finally leaving for Whole Foods.

but.

Before that, maybe I should go see someone else.

Let me start by saying, this is not to let go of my good brother Jack.

The goods are called Xiaopingtou, high-tech robots, and military technology goods. Why were they taken by a bunch of gangsters? It’s because the military technology fleet was robbed by them. These people even dared to rob military technology—I

Do we need to introduce military technology specifically? All you need to know is that this company can also start a world war.

Wow, come to think of it, I, a bastard, have to deal with these two giant companies this time. I am very honored.

Anyway, Dexter gave me a business card. It was Meredith Stout, a military technology executive. She was also the owner of the fleet that the Vortex Gang robbed. Before I went to the wolf den of the Whole Foods factory

, you can chat with Stott first, maybe you can get some unexpected help.

The call was dialed.

"I'm Stout, first tell me how you got this phone number?"

"That's not important. I heard that something happened to your fleet. I'm here to negotiate a business deal with you."

A man's miserable howl came from the other end of the phone. Stout became impatient and asked someone to gag him.

I like having a bad temper.

I made an appointment with her for an interview, and when we arrived at the location, the military technology pickup truck was already waiting.

Meredith Stout is a middle-aged blond girl with slicked-back hair. She looks very capable, and her face is really well maintained.

When I went to shake hands, they gave me a slap in the face. A dark-skinned man next to me came up and gave me a fist, hitting me on the chin, and then pressed me against the hood of the car - damn it!

What a rude nigger! If you rub off my lipstick, I will definitely tell you to look good!

The old woman had a bad mouth, "You want to blackmail me, you stinky idiot! How dare you negotiate terms!"

You fucking put a gun to my head, what can I say, "Don't get excited!"

These people are really gangsters, big companies are like this!

I'm hesitant to activate the golem I uploaded while observing in the dark. It will definitely be enough for the sons of bitches here to drink, but in that case, the business will not be concluded.

The nigger guard used a personal link to connect to my brain-computer interface. This was to monitor my physiological data, which is also a lie detection method. I also took advantage of his plan and uploaded the puppet to the birdman's system. Don't look at him now.

Point the gun at me, and in three seconds...two seconds...one second...well, control of his weapon will be in my hands, and all the information he receives will be false.

You want to test my panic, but go to hell!

Meredith was aggressive, "Answer my question, be honest, tell the truth, are you the only one here?"

"That's right, it's just me."

Stout was still restless and only ordered, "Search like a carpet."
Chapter completed!