Drivers in Night City, please stay out of the way, please? I'm very busy.
"Can you drive? Are you crazy?"
Give you a middle finger and fuck you.
Johnny was beaming with joy in the passenger seat, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be a road killer."
"I can't say, I think it's called saving time."
"That's what drunkards say, you should pay more attention to pedestrians."
"What, there's a moral standard in my car? Can you please put on your seat belt?"
"Oh." Johnny deliberately grabbed the seat belt, but he was just a disembodied digital ghost, so he scratched the air a few times in vain, and then he pretended to suddenly realize, "By the way, I never wear a seat belt.
Bring it!"
"Look at how you look like a bitch, Johnny."
"So do you like it?"
"Seriously, I'm going to meet Rogge soon. This is my first time dealing with her. Do you have any suggestions?"
A series of crisp gunshots came from the intersection in front, and the pedestrians on the road stopped consciously. I also stopped the car on the side of the road. After waiting for a while, a modified off-road vehicle from the Whirlpool Gang flew past, and several
The gangster leaned out of the car window and shot in the back.
"Are they shooting or letting go?"
The car rushed past with a roar, followed by the NCPD in hot pursuit.
When the siren went away, the pedestrians on the road continued on their way calmly.
"It's a peaceful new day in Night City, isn't it?" Johnny yawned, "V, what do you think now?"
"What's on your mind? Should I answer with a specific answer?"
"Don't play tricks on me, just tell me what you think."
"Of course I want to find that Herman as soon as possible."
"Find Herman, and then, what can you get from him? V, you and I both know very well that what we have to face is no longer a problem that can be solved by killing."
"Johnny."
"Listen, we are in the same boat now, you and me."
"Really? I don't think so."
"No matter what you think, this is the fact. Let's advance and retreat together. In short, no matter what kind of mess is in front of us..."
"Stop it, stop it, you should keep this chicken soup for the soul for yourself. It has been more than fifty years and your chicken soup has long since become stinky. If you keep drinking it, I will vomit."
"But you can't refuse, V, do you know what this is called? You can't control what your ears want to hear, because I am not a thing in your imagination, me and your car, me and the people around you
It’s the same, it’s real.”
"Yes, you are not a problem that I can solve by killing you, so what I have to do is also very simple. Find the designer of the chip, pry out from him the way to get this thing out, and then,
Bang, one shot will crush this stupid thing, including you."
"V, what were you thinking about when you were overtaking?"
"I want to hurry up."
"No, what you're thinking is, why don't these people get out of here?" Johnny said this and waited for a while.
I didn't say anything for a while, maybe he was right, that's what I thought. At the same time, the green light at the intersection in front started to flash, and I quickly accelerated and tried to pass before the red light.
At this time, the bitch in the passenger seat suddenly leaned forward to block my view - this person was lying directly in front of my windshield, which scared me so much that I quickly stepped on the brakes.
"Are you fucking sick? Can you please leave me alone?"
"Why aren't you in a hurry? Just keep driving and hit everyone who blocks the road. After all, you have insurance, right?"
"You are just a lunatic. What if I hit someone? Do you fucking want to harm someone?"
I really wanted to strangle Johnny to death in the car, but he was a cunning guy and he knew I couldn't do anything to him, and he could really influence me.
"You still have a conscience in your heart, and you still have a moral bottom line. It's really touching. V, after knowing so much, you are still willing to obey the traffic rules. I give you a thumbs up."
"Get the fuck out of here."
Johnny didn't look like he was going to leave. Fortunately, I could use a personal link to connect to the camera in the car, so I could see the road clearly. This kind of driving is not common, but it is a very professional and standard operation.
.
In the camera, people are coming and going on the zebra crossing.
"You should just hit them to death. Look, they are all fake. They are all NPCs in the game. It doesn't matter even if you hit them to death. Since you can race on the street, of course you can also cause some traffic.
Accident, anyway, you are so powerful, there is nothing the NCPD idiots can do to you."
"You really want me to die?"
"After all, you're just a coward, right? You're crawling in front of this hypocritical world, like a dog, gnashing your teeth while obeying it. I really hope that it has enough adults to let you go. V, this
No, you are still too timid, why not leave it to me and we can make this world stop!"
"I'm not one of those little girls you can throw on the bed with just a few nice words. Johnny, if you want to play tricks with me, it's still early for you."
"This is an experiment."
"Then I don't accept this experiment."
Afterlife Nightclub, I think this is my second time here. The doorman still remembered me and let me in directly. I also said hello to the bartender Claire, and she heard about what happened to me.
Okay. The story of me being resurrected after being shot was so widely spread in the underground circles of Night City that even Claire couldn't help but ask a few questions.
"Is Roger here?"
"Well, that's the box over there."
In the next life, the laser green slideshow often has a silence that is darker than the night, and everyone's face seems to be blurred into a ball. Here, it is not advisable to choose something too fancy, otherwise you will look like a moldy clown.
As the queen of the next life, Rogge is naturally on her throne.
Maybe I arrived at an unlucky time, because there was a young woman quarreling with her.
Let me briefly introduce this person, this woman: Panan Palmer, the "former wanderer" from Adecado, left her tribe and chose to work alone in Night City.
We will talk about her story later.
Let's make a long story short. The conversation between Roger and I went smoothly. I got information about Hermann from her, and she wanted to get some information out of me about that night at the Cambi Tower.
Johnny was willing to help me now. He asked me to ask Roger about the raid on Arasaka Tower.
I'm not going to listen to this bitch.
"It's true that I'm capable, but I'm not as good as you. If you want me to help you with business matters, we can talk about it at any time."
"You're quite knowledgeable. I'll give you the information, and you have to prepare the money."
Fifteen thousand, which is really cruel. I have to pay for this money myself. I spent all my hard-earned possessions before I had time to buy myself a new prosthetic body. I still have seven euros left in my pocket.
, just enough for me to have a meal.
This money was spent in real money, but it would take another day for Rogge to collect information, and I could spend this time as I pleased.
"Hey, do you want to take on a job?" The man leaning against the wall waved to me. Those who didn't know better thought he was Oatmeal Brother.
"Okay, it happens to be fine, let's talk about it."
Johnny suddenly appeared next to the man, "Don't you think it's suspicious?" He and the man stared at me.
Shut up, Johnny.
"Think about it, this world is so complicated. When you came here, you happened to meet Roger being pointed at and scolded by a little girl. Now that you have freed up a day, someone happened to ask you to take over a job. You
Don’t you think it’s suspicious? I bet you’ll have to deal with that little girl who was having trouble with Rogge just now.”
"Don't think how awesome you are, Johnny, can't I see this myself?"
"Then you should do something and resist!"
"Against the air?"
"Admit it, V, you are nothing but a slave."
Brother Oatmeal looked at me carefully, "Hey, even if you don't take the job, you don't have to show off, right? How about I give you a little more commission? We can discuss it if we have anything to say..."
"Don't you see that I'm in a bad mood? Tell me the time, place, and content within ten seconds. If it takes more than half a second, I'll punch a hole in your forehead."
