In the afternoon, the sun's rays were still bright.
Taking a Delamain taxi, Lin Mo and Jack didn't spend much time arriving at the Afterlife Bar.
In the parking lot, the two of them got out of the car. The Delama taxi still stayed quietly in its parking space like the most loyal guard.
Even though the time spent on the road was not short, even though he had so much time, Jack still could not calm down his mood, and his face was still full of excitement when he got off the car.
If he hadn't been trying his best to control the excitement that was overflowing from deep within him, he might have danced in the parking lot outside.
However, even so, this strong man from Heywood still seemed to be dancing, twisting his body from time to time, and saying a few words to Lin Mo from time to time, as happy as a child about to go on the school stage to receive an award.
My heart is full of pride.
Lin Mo shook his head helplessly at this, and the mask on his face hid his eyes very well - he had put on the evil ghost mask as early as in the car to hide his identity.
Perhaps, everyone has a bit of childish nature in their heart, but these natures turn into other types of qualities as they grow up.
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Even Jack, a strong man like Heywood, would still have a cute scene in front of him.
The foul-mouthed guardian angel who always accompanies the protagonist in the game is still polite and upright when riding the roller coaster, just like a child.
When he arrived at the door, Jack barely calmed down his excitement, but he was still telling Lin Mo stories:
"I don't know how long I have been looking forward to the next life. I used to dream about coming here, chatting with the big brother here... taking the most lucrative job, and then earning a lot of money, so that I can retire.
Enjoy happiness with my mother... I said Lin Mo, are you listening? Do you think my wish is a little too vulgar? "
Lin Mo walked on the inside of the stairs, his palms brushed against the concrete handrails, and the rough yet smooth feel came to his mind.
It seemed that everyone who walked down the stairs would touch him like this. Some people had great ambitions, just like Jack now, while others were envious and sentimental, just like Jack once was.
"There will be milk, and there will be bread. Everything you dream about will definitely come true in the future... This is what I said, Brother Jack. What I said will never lie, but you seem to have forgotten one thing.
, it seems that your vision did not include Sister Misty."
Lin Mo smiled calmly. In order to allow Jack to experience this process for a longer time, he also deliberately slowed down his pace. The short staircase now took a long time.
"Yeah, I almost forgot about that girl. She wants to charm me to death. If we become rich in the future, we can't forget her. Of course, we can't forget Lao Wei either. He used to chat with me all the time.
Hey, I still remember this old man’s words when you get rich, don’t forget your past.” Jack had a bright smile on his face.
"Well, he also told me." Lin Mo said.
While talking, they also walked down the stairs and came to the shorter corridor.
Even though it is afternoon, the Afterlife Bar is still full of people. Many ordinary mercenaries are staying in this corridor, smoking cigarettes and standing around boredly, as if waiting for something.
The air was filled with a relatively turbid smell. Jack's eyes looked through the smoke at the people staying here, and he felt even more emotional.
Once upon a time, he was also a member here and wanted to try his luck at the door of the bar, but he could only hit a wall.
Mercenaries who are not famous are destined to be unable to enter the bar, or they may only be other people's thugs. When their boss goes in, he can only watch here until dusk and sunset.
Arriving at the door of the bar, Lin Mo met the strong man again.
The opponent's physique was almost the same as Jack's, and they were both strong men with arms that could run a horse. Lin Mo stood in front of him, but he was a little shorter.
Seeing Lin Mo arriving, the strong man stepped aside slightly and looked through Lin Mo to Jack behind him with a sunny smile on his face.
"The newcomer you brought?" the strong man guarding the gate asked.
"Well, Regina introduced her personally." Lin Mo said indifferently.
Regarding the qualifications for the "entry ticket" in the Afterlife Bar, ultimately it depends on the mercenary's reputation and connections.
If this mercenary can make a name for himself, then he will naturally be qualified to enter the bar, and such people are often the most powerful group.
If you have been unable to make a name for yourself for a long time, the only way left is to find connections, be introduced through a reputable intermediary, or be personally invited by an intermediary.
All the above methods, in the final analysis, still depend on whether the mercenary is qualified to negotiate business with "big brother".
The last kind of mercenary who comes in through the invitation of an intermediary will be labeled as this intermediary invisibly. Entering the bar is just a show, and he is talking to other mercenaries in the bar. The client declares "This is
It’s my person”.
The strong man looked at Jack for a long time, and finally gave way to another position silently.
His memory is very good. Everyone with a cognitive implant has a very good memory. The boy in front of him has been in a bar before, and he has an impression.
As for the strong man behind him, since he has Regina's recommendation, there is no problem.
Besides, he didn't think Lin Mo would be bold enough to use the names of other reputable middlemen at will.
"Thanks, buddy." Jack smiled and followed Lin Mo into the bar of his dreams.
The strong man guarding the gate turned a blind eye to his greeting and still stood like an iron tower.
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When you walk into the bar, the loud music immediately reaches your ears.
Jack walked aside and couldn't help but hum along. He seemed to be watching everything in the bar very skillfully.
Lin Mo looked around and found no trace of Rogge.
The two walked to the bar.
"It's a new face again. What would you like to drink, Mr. Mo Ying, and Mr. Meathead?"
Claire, the bartender at the bar, came over and seemed to be free. He said happily to Lin Mo and the other two.
"Two old-fashioned tequilas, with some beer and chili." Jack said in a familiar manner.
"It seems that someone has done their homework in advance. Okay, a cup of Johnny Silverhand, and you. What do you want?" Claire looked at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo pointed at Jack and said with a smile: "Be like him."
"Okay, here we go." Claire skillfully took out the ingredients from under the countertop and started mixing the wine with dexterous hands.
"It seems like you have been here many times. How about it? The names of the wines on these wine lists are basically the legends of Night City. The wines we drink are actually what they liked to drink in the past.
Isn’t it particularly exciting to think about it, we seem to be these legends too." Jack said with a smile.
"But the end of the legend is the cemetery, Jack." Lin Mo smiled meaningfully.
"That's right, death is just the final glory." Jack nodded in approval.
In just a few words, Claire also mixed two glasses of wine and handed them to the two of them.
"Come on, brother, let's toast you." Jack picked up the wine glass with a smile.
Lin Mo also smiled and raised his wine glass, clinking it with Jack's glass, and the two drank it down.
"This is the taste of legend..." Jack sighed, put the cup back on the table, glanced at the wine list on the table, and suddenly he had an idea:
"By the way, my name is Jack Wills, would you like to leave a copy of my formula?" he said to Claire.
Claire smiled and said casually: "Okay, just say whatever you want, I will remember the recipe of each guest's favorite drink."
Lin Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly seemed to be back when he was sitting at the computer desk, playing games...
When Jack spoke, he also muttered silently in his mind:
"One shot of vodka, ice, lime juice, and ginger beer!"
"Oh, by the way, the most important thing... some more love!"
Claire was amused by Jack's optimism and smiled and said:
"Okay, I will remember it."
Lin Mo watched all this and did not stop it.
Sorry, Jack, it seems that your wine name is unlikely to be on the wine list this time.
Now that he has come to this world, he will not watch Jack die in front of him.
Speaking of this, Jack seemed to notice Lin Mo's gaze. Jack also turned his head and looked at Lin Mo. As if he realized something, his eyes lit up and he asked:
"I almost forgot, there is you, Lin... Ahem, brother, why don't you come up with something? This is a rare and great opportunity. I know you didn't drink before, but aren't you used to it now? You don't want to stay.
A recipe that’s unique to you?”
Claire also looked over and said with great interest:
"Yes, Mr. Mo Ying, it seems that you didn't let me mix the wine you like to drink, and you didn't leave any recipe. What's the matter, didn't you like drinking before?"
"I didn't really like drinking before." Lin Mo explained briefly, but his heart was slightly touched.
That's right, he's not allergic to alcohol anyway, so it doesn't seem to matter if he keeps his own formula.
However, since he has a simulator, there is a high probability that he will not die. It is probably unlikely that the recipe will be on the wine list.