Chapter 113: A drunken solution to a thousand sorrows
"What are you thinking about?" the female police officer from the Terrorist Mobile Team asked.
"Are you asking me?"
"Yes, of course I'm asking you."
"When did you become so lax about your confessions?"
"Personal question, I'm a little curious about you. I heard from other people that you are a clever hacker, and you almost controlled the cyber madman at once."
"That's not my fault, it's Lao Wei's accurate fist."
"Tell me, what does it feel like to use hacking skills to knock down an enemy, watch them twitching on the ground, and then you step forward and blow off their skull?"
I heard that the members of the Terrorist Mobile Team were all cyber lunatics in the past. Now I don’t doubt this legend.
"Nothing special."
"Don't you like it?"
"No, I can't say I don't like it."
"You must like it. You like killing. You know you don't have to kill them, but you still shoot without hesitation. Just because you enjoy this feeling. Washing your boots with other people's blood is like walking in the bathroom.
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No, you completely misunderstood my original intention. The only reason why I knocked them down first and then executed them was that I could get two experience points. It was as simple as that. With this principle of diligence and thrift, I was able to survive in such a short period of time.
Upgraded this many times over time.
But I couldn't explain it that way, so I kept an awkward and polite silence in response to the bloodthirsty policewoman's words.
There are some things that I really don't want to explain. This world is a virtual field simulated by a program. It is better for as few people to know this truth as possible. Those nihilistic idiot hippies are going to have a carnival again.
Speaking of which, will bionic capitalists exploit cyborgs?
The answer seems to be yes, oh, allow me to put on a sad face for this fucking ridiculous world.
"I'm sorry I can't answer your question." I noticed at this time that the female police officer's arms had implant anastomosis lines on both forearms. Unsurprisingly, she had installed a mantis knife prosthetic on herself, and it was an old-fashioned one.
Unfortunately, I can't tell which year and model this is. When I was walking around on the street, I saw some guys who were very familiar with the Mantis Knife, but I personally wasn't interested in them.
"You saw it." The female police officer showed me her arm frankly. Her enthusiasm was uncomfortable, and it was more like the social interaction between wild beasts, sniffing each other to show their closeness and harmlessness. "I like it very much.
Although they are old, they have been reluctant to replace them."
"Well, they have a nice aesthetic. Do they remind you of anyone?"
"No, I only think of killing people."
Everyone looked a little unnatural.
The female police officer invited me to join the Terrorist Mobile Team.
"I'm a freelancer."
"Everyone has his own ambitions, but if you change your mind, you are always welcome."
When she left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"To be honest, chatting with her is more tiring than fighting."
"That's not something you would say, Wei."
"V, stay away from this kind of people, they are too unstable. They may kill you at any time because of a bad mood."
Takemura also said, "This person gives me a very dangerous feeling."
So what do you think, Johnny?
"Me? What can I say? I'm a crazy woman, just like you."
screw you.
Zane expressed his apologies to us again and again, but today’s shopping plan was ruined.
"Where should we go next? Walking on the street, or..."
"That's it." Lao Wei looked very tired, "I'm very old, I should rest at this time."
"I'm sorry, Lao Wei, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen."
"Look at you, V. You are not God. How could you have expected everything? It is normal for trouble to happen. After all, this is the City of Night. If you are willing to help, please send us back."
So that's it, what I have gained so far tonight is a bottle of blocker, specially designed to deal with that crazy Johnny.
In the email Lao Wei later sent me, he also revealed more information, such as that the chip was supposed to kill me, and that the blocker was actually not for Johnny, but for the chip. It should be attributed to the handsome blond guy Lu Zongping
Brother, he cured my injury and slowed down the erosion of the chip on my brain. Only then can Johnny and I live in such harmony.
How the car drove to the city center is how it drove back.
Boring souls wandering around at night, we sat in Misty's cabin for a while and felt the mysterious atmosphere of witchcraft. Takemura said goodbye in advance. He was always incompatible with the Night City, bitter and resentful, and harboring sinister purposes in his heart.
We all know this kind of person.
Seeing Takemura leave, Misty continued the topic she had left unfinished in the store: She prepared a drug called pseudoendotriazine, which can strengthen the connection between me and Johnny.
"You know I have such a person in my head?"
"Lao Wei told me."
"You probably know a lot more, Misty."
"I'll do my best to help you, V."
"I believe it."
Actually I don't believe it.
The thing is very straightforward - I suffer from a rare disease, and my friends prepared two kinds of medicine at the same time, one to relieve the symptoms and the other to strengthen the symptoms.
What a wonderful coincidence.
I'm just now convinced this is another programming joke.
"Life is short."
Johnny said it.
I completely agree, okay. Because this is a correct nonsense. Who can't feel death? It's like walking on the road and the vehicle coming from behind, its light will lengthen your shadow.
And as death gets closer, your shadow becomes longer and thinner.
"I mean, since we have nothing to do now, how about we go clubbing, drink six bottles of whiskey, two and a half bottles of amphetamines, and lick some LSD?"
No, Johnny, you know I don't like that kind of place.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Death." He puffed out a cloud of numbers. "You know very well that once you let yourself relax, that thing will chase you. No matter how hard you try to forget, you can't forget."
"Then don't forget."
"You're free and easy enough! Okay, I'll listen to you then."
Listen to me? I have no objection. All I want to do now is go back to my doghouse and take a nap.
With the window open, the faint neon of Night City and the spotlights of the hovercar cast large bright spots in the room. I hid in the corner of the bed and watched the light flowing on the floor.
Johnny was right, death was really chasing me. I almost felt physically sick from the fear of death.
"Let's drink some wine." Johnny actually brought a bottle of whiskey over.
I was surprised because the bottle of wine was not a false electronic projection.
"How did you do that?"
"Can I pour you a drink, my lady?" Johnny's silver mechanical arm held the glass, and the metal reflection and electronic mosaic flowed on the glass wall, "A drink will solve a thousand worries."
"OK."
So I drank it all, one glass after another, and in the end I only remembered the endless flow of silver reflections and electronic smoke, flashing on the inner wall of the glass as high as a mountain.