Speaking of past stories, I can’t remember them clearly, I can only recall the general context.
After all, for as long as I can remember, I have been following my family around the states of New America, like a group of wild mice without a home, wandering around the states just to make a living, and the only scenery I see is yellow sand in the sky.
We are a group of wandering children... When someone buys or sells for us, we help sell our lives; when a company's transport fleet appears, we dare to rob it; wherever business opportunities arise, we wander there in search of opportunities.
We have the ability to survive in difficult environments like bad lands. The other members of the family are my family. We trust each other, unite as one, and face difficulties together.
Unity is the foundation for a wanderer family to survive.
After I became an adult, I earned a car of my own in my family, and officially became a combatant in the family. I could go out with my seniors to do business, make a living, and increase my knowledge.
A few years have passed like this. The monotonous life day after day has really nothing to remember.
But during this time, I also discovered that I had some talent in hacking, so my family pooled some money and found me a reliable hacker as a teacher, who was responsible for teaching me some practical hacking skills.
Hacking is a relatively unfamiliar but extremely important profession to the Wanderer family. Every hacker is a favorite in the family and an extremely important strategic talent.
We are wanderers - off-road vehicles, and fuel and the daily necessities carried on the vehicle are the necessities for our survival.
Such difficult living conditions make it difficult for us to spare resources to train a hacker.
Hacking base stations, professional hacking suits, deep-diving coolant... and other supplies are all things we are in short supply.
Therefore, it is impossible for me to become a new-generation hacker with all-round development of skills such as combat, cyber-diving, and technical hacking.
Of course I became a "specialist" and became a hacker who only knows how to practice.
However, a hacker who only knows how to fight is still a hacker after all. I am very grateful to my family for providing me with this learning opportunity.
Since then, I have tried my best to contribute my best to the survival and development of my family.
I thought that this might be it for the rest of my life. I would devote my life to the continuation of my family, but I might stay in a bad land for the rest of my life, with only my family, yellow sand, and off-road vehicles...
However, this thought lasted until the day my grandmother passed away.
My grandmother is the head of the family and the eldest person in the family. She has been old and frail for many years. Every time I see her, she looks trembling.
Although she is still old, she is the only one with enough prestige and vision to lead her family to survive in this bad land.
Now she has died of old age, which is undoubtedly the luckiest thing for a wanderer. Most of the wanderers actually have a hard time living to the day when they can stay in the family and earn a living just by virtue of their "old age".
Even I never expected to die of old age.
As soon as my grandmother died, the family began to break up... decline became inevitable.
The position of the family leader began to change in turn. No one could stay in that position for too long. Each heir either died in an accident or was forced to step down due to lack of ability.
The family gradually declined, and internal differences gradually emerged. This is undoubtedly a slow death for the wanderer family who regard "unity" as their survival criterion.
One night, I was sitting on the roof of the RV, looking at the night sky boredly, and there was a senior sitting next to me.
His name is Mal, and he is a very good senior. He used to take me out to work all the time. Now he is sitting with me and tells me that he can already foresee the day when the family will completely disappear. It is time for us to think of something else.
Find a way to make a living.
I replied that the family has not reached that point yet, maybe we can hold on for a while.
He didn't say anything more. He probably understood the mood of a young man like me. In the end, he just patted me on the shoulder and said nothing.
Later, a nuclear explosion attracted the family's attention.
It was a nuclear explosion that occurred on the outskirts of Night City. The cause of the incident may not seem surprising today, but at that time, everyone in the family thought that this might be an opportunity, so we started to rush towards Night City.
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The final facts proved that this was a wrong decision.
As soon as we arrived in the Badlands area around Night City, we ran into a powerful organization here. The other party was called the Luan Dao Society, and they were a group of bandits entrenched in the Badlands area of Night City.
We had conflicts and provoked several conflicts with each other. The family lost a lot of manpower and strategic resource reserves.
Therefore, we had to trade with the local wanderer families to purchase more weapons supplies and ammunition.
So the next day, Mal, I, and several other clan members went on a mission to trade with another wanderer family.
The other party is a member of the Adecado family, which is said to be a powerful force in this bad land.
The transaction process went very smoothly. The other party was very trustworthy and did not do anything wrong. We got the goods smoothly.
But during the process of returning to the family, an accident happened.
The people of the Luan Dao Society didn't know where they got the information about our transaction, and we were intercepted by them on the way back.
The opponent has more people than us and is well prepared. We are no match.
We had no choice but to run into an abandoned gas station and resist.
Each of us knows very well that continuing like this is not an option, but we have no choice but to stay here and wait for death.
Of course, there must have been other accidents at the end of this incident. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to see me chatting with you here.
——The Adecado family returned to help.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was a one-sided massacre. A boy from their family killed almost all the enemies of the Ran Sword Club by himself.
And that was also the first time I met him.
His name is Lin Mo, a very mysterious boy, very handsome and very charming.
I won’t say much about his personal situation. You just need to know that he is a noble man that I spent all the luck in my life to meet.
After finishing dealing with the people of the Random Sword Society, he invited Mal and me to go to Night City to experience the local customs and customs there.
The two of us agreed and went to Night City the next day, where we experienced a wonderful adventure.
As for the detailed experience process, you can watch "The Redemption of the Kidney Cutter"... This is a Mewtwo film adapted from my own personal experience.
To sum it up briefly, my wonderful adventure in Night City was very unseemly. I turned into a living clown and only deserved to be laughed at.
Just like that, early the next morning, Mal and I ran back to the family in despair.
After returning to the family, the whole clan knew that we were intercepted and attacked.
The elders in the clan immediately concluded that there was a mole in the family, and the current leader began a "family self-examination" operation.
But both Mal and I know that this so-called "self-examination of the whole clan" is just an attempt by the current leader to eliminate dissidents.
Because he is a "merger".
At that time, the decline of the family was inevitable. In order to protect the last remaining strength of the family, the leader intended to merge the family into the more powerful Wanderer family.
I am against the merger. Akito can see at a glance that the so-called merger is nothing more than kneeling down and begging others to take them in.
Once you choose to do this, the family will completely disappear from the world, leaving no trace behind.
But I am powerless to change this situation.
So after a period of time, the family merger was a foregone conclusion, and Mal and I found an opportunity to withdraw from the family.
After leaving the family, Mal chose to go to Night City to develop, but I felt that I was not ready yet, so I stayed in the Badland and continued to gain experience as a lone wanderer.
Fortunately, the middlemen in Badland don't know why, but they all give me great respect and often give me some small jobs, so I can survive in Badland.
This kind of life lasted until I met Lin Mo again.
What happened was very simple. I just received a task from the middleman. After I went to the agreed place on time, I happened to meet Lin Mo there... sharpening his knife and preparing to kill someone.
And the enemy he wants to kill...is a bit special.
Forget it, let’s not mention this anymore.
In addition, I also met some of his friends.
Naturally, those people later became my friends.
After Lin Mo killed all the enemies, he also formally invited me to go to Night City to make a living.
I agreed and headed to Night City on another day.
From then on, I began to gradually forget my past identity.
After all, Night City is a wonderful city. Various and colorful repertoires are performed here every day. There are mercenaries making money, vagrants struggling to survive, rich people being lascivious, poor people dying cowardly, and ordinary people.
Innocent people died...
Because it is exciting enough, this city is like a big dye vat. No matter what your identity was in the past, once you jump into this dye vat, everything in the past will be washed again, and no one will care about who you were before.
me too.
After arriving in Night City, I naturally became a mercenary. At the same time, I can also be called a "marginal man", a miserable person who wanders around the edges of the city struggling to make a living.
I began to work day after day, doing tasks, killing people, stealing, robbing... From stealing the data of important people to helping rich people find lost vehicles, no matter what the task, I can do it.
But in fact, I couldn't make much money at all and spent most of my time paying off debt.
Because once, Lin Mo entrusted me to pick up something, and I accidentally broke the thing.
It is a network access warehouse, which stores the data heritage of the old era, and its value is immeasurable.
I logged in, looked through the data, and immediately understood that this was a "martial arts secret book" in the hacker world, and it was also a "peerless magical skill" level martial arts secret book.
I have gained a lot, my hacking skills have improved tremendously, and I have gradually become the "top predator" of this city.
Perhaps, this is what outsiders often say is the "opportunity" that can only be encountered in Night City?
But the only problem is that these "magic secrets" are destroyed after reading and cannot be restored. The network access warehouse is completely scrapped and turned into garbage.
I broke the deal, damaged the goods, and got the biggest advantage... As it should be, I owed Lin Mo a huge debt.
Although he didn't seem to care, I still felt guilty and determined to pay off that huge debt.
I started working day after day again, and the "magic secrets" I learned from the network access warehouse were gradually digested, understood, and absorbed by me.
I have become stronger, so strong that I can stare anyone to death.
The ICE protection of ordinary enemies is as fragile as a piece of paper in my eyes. I can insert the pre-loaded golem program in the network access compartment into their bodies at will.
Even for the elites of the company, their ICE protection is nothing more than sturdy cardboard. I can break through their protection program with just a poke, and then with a sweep of my eyes, they will immediately close their eyes and fall obediently.
From a skilled practical hacker, I gradually grew into a hacker hell who stares at everyone, and my reputation skyrocketed in the hearts of all the middlemen.
Naturally, I made many friends through this.
As for the reason for the sudden improvement in strength... To be honest, I don't know the specific reason.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Maybe people are like this. If you don't push yourself, you will never know how powerful your potential is.
The same goes for me. The monotonous life of a wanderer in the past limited my growth. Over the years, I have never really understood myself... It was not until I arrived in Night City that I gradually understood myself in this wonderful city.
Discover how powerful your true self is.
People always have to try different things, otherwise they will just go through life without knowing it.
Nowadays, with such violent power, I have to do things that ordinary people can't do in order to realize my own value. Otherwise, I will waste this unparalleled strength.
Of course, by the way, it is also to make money to pay off debts.
So of course, when the city was about to be stormy, I received the most difficult task in history from the middleman I was most familiar with.
——Destroy all the security forces of Arasaka Tower alone!
There is no doubt that this task is difficult. It can be described as as difficult as climbing to the sky. Anyone who can do such a thing in the world today is either a madman or a monster.
There is no doubt that I should be the latter.
After accepting the request, I picked up the prepared weapon, inserted the Mewtwo recording chip into the processor, and took a taxi to the downstairs of Arasaka Tower.
The rock music blaring in the company square was thrilling, there was a concert there, and the lead singer Johnny Silverhand was a reluctant friend of mine.
In the past, he could only spit excrement from his mouth, and a dog's mouth could not spit out ivory. He was a pure rotten person.
But today, I was a little surprised to find that the songs he sang seemed to be a little better?
However, it is no longer time to listen to music.
After dark, the company square is still as bright as during the day, and the twinkling concert lights are intertwined like swords, piercing the sky.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and drizzles of rain fell down, hitting the floor, and the whole world fell into rain.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the singing stopped, and only the faint sound of rain echoed in the sky and earth.
I don’t know who this heavy rain is falling for, but I know very well that it’s definitely not me.
I wiped the rain from my forehead, took the dragon in one hand and the eight-star gun in the other, and strode into Arasaka Tower.
My name is V, and I am a mercenary from Night City.