Someone asked me why I led my brothers and sisters to rebel against the company. I am neither the queen of the afterlife nor the second Johnny Silverhand. Is it possible that every good mercenary can attack the company?
People like me have an ordinary background and an ordinary growth experience. There are a lot of people like me on the streets of Night City. People like me, if they are less lucky, should
Died in a gang fight.
Men and women in Night City. Men and women in the United States. People from all over the world, white-skinned, black-skinned and yellow-skinned, Uncensored, Germanic, Mongolian, Jewish... Everyone seems to be different, but they seem to be different.
Exactly the same. I'm on the streets doing nothing, hunting gangs
When I was a kid, I saw these bastards who had their nerves anesthetized in electronic drugs. Most of them were young, had fancy haircuts, and used inferior and old prosthetics. When they got together, they always screamed and demanded.
Go and vote! Kill two people! Steal the motherfucker!
Let’s not talk about the forces in the bad land, just a few gangs in the city of Night.
The Mox Gang and the Valentino Gang are relatively well-behaved, the Tiger Claw Gang has Wakako, a shrewd old lady, and the veterans of the Sixth Street Gang are devoted to populism, and they are always reasonable. The Voodoo Gang
They are all black men who fled from Haiti. They are mysterious and can't be dealt with by network monitors. Their reputation on the street is not very scary.
However, the Vortex Gang, the Scavengers, and the Animal Gang are simply clubs for mentally ill people.
They are like sizzling firecrackers. They are never quiet and can explode at any time. No one likes this kind of people. They are uncontrollable and dangerous. It is difficult to communicate with such people, let alone become friends.
Do they care about their friends? If you have money, you are an uncle or a fat sheep. If you don't have money, you are a poor man or dirt. In their eyes, good or bad is as simple as that.
Do they have quiet time?
Maybe he will shut up when watching Mewtwo. He will be speechless even if he is so high. He will definitely be honest when he is drunk by alcohol.
So when else will it be quiet?
After being hacked, the prosthetic body burned out, and the nervous system restarted, they were quiet at these times.
As quiet as a corpse.
Everyone who does business with me on the road knows that I like to knock people unconscious and then kill them. They don't say it, but they must be afraid in their hearts.
Isn't it scary for me to do something that scares normal people and scares cyber crazy people?
Of course it's scary. But it's also surprisingly peaceful.
This kind of tranquility allows me to observe their usually noisy and excited faces when I press the long barrel of the gun against their foreheads.
Most of the people who come out to hang out are young, in their teens or twenties. If you are still hanging out on the streets at the age of thirty, you will have nothing to do in your life. However, if you hang out in Night City, you can live to be more than thirty.
, and it is really rare. The rich are getting older and the poor are getting younger and younger. It is really a big joke.
Men, women, fair-skinned, dark-skinned... there seems to be no difference when they calm down. Some guys are very vicious when they are awake, but once they fall asleep, they actually have sweet sleeping faces. Makeup and tattoos cannot stop their childish look.
Face, some guys are really beautiful, but of course there are more ugly ones. It doesn’t matter. No one is born to be a foil for others. Among a group of fierce street boys with weird aesthetics, there are always one or two who are good-looking. Just like
Pearls in the mud.
It seems that only at this time can everyone realize that these cold-blooded, mentally retarded thugs are also human beings.
When I was working for Valentino, I met those brothers and sisters, most of whom also had families. We talked about rules and the Bible. We usually get together to drink, listen to the radio, and watch programs. Heywood is like a
A special big family. We have our own rules for doing things.
Those who do not follow the rules are either forced into desperation by debt, or have no worries. People are like this. We often have no choice. It is not up to us to choose whether we are good or bad. The ignorant boys and girls feel that they have something in their hands.
If you have a gun and people around you, you can disregard the law. But the bosses often know the rules better than the cops.
You always gain by making good people sad. The things that street kids often do are no different from the things that companies do. I can paralyze a prosthetic person, and maybe I can also paralyze a company organization. Until then, just be quiet.
, will people feel different if the company no longer goes crazy killing people and eating people?
I don't know, but I want to try it.
"You really want to do this?!" Johnny said.
"Are you sure you want to do this?!" Jack said.
"Have you really made up your mind?!" Lao Wei said.
Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I know I'm crazy. But I'm crazy because I want to survive. I'm going to die if I'm crushed by the company, or I'm going to die if I'm forced by the plot. I have to choose one to be happy.
It’s a quick way, there’s nothing to regret if you die like this!
No matter what decision I make, I know there are always a few people who will agree with it.
For example, Lu Zongping, my teacher Benning, Mr. Wolf, Naruto and Sasuke. They are different from everyone in Night City. I have completely understood that they are not characters in this game.
When Lu Zongping saw me coming to the bar, he just raised his head and glanced at me. He was not cleaning the glass today, but chatting with someone.
There are guests! I wanted to say hello, but I didn't say it. Although the strange illness in my body seemed to be getting better, I have become accustomed to being taciturn and I won't be able to change it for a while.
"Here you come? Find a place to cook it yourself and pour whatever you want to drink. I can't get away from here."
I have never seen Lu Zongping be so polite. Although his face was still expressionless, his posture was a little awkward. Sitting opposite him, a mysterious guy in a dark purple robe was slowly drinking a glass of screwdriver.
It should be a woman. The exposed hands are very white, and the face is hidden under the hood. It is completely dark, as if the hat has turned into a dark hole, and no light can penetrate. She wears a golden crown, and her neck
There are ruby gold pendants hanging on them, and they look very valuable. They can be worth as much as buying a building in the city center.
When did Lu Zongping know such a rich man?
He introduced me to the woman in a low voice: "Her name is Valerie, her nickname is V, and she is the protagonist of the story."
"Hey!" I was a little surprised by his words.
When I spoke out, my vision did not disappear. Maybe my illness really improved, and it was precisely because of this that I could see the woman turning her head to me.
It was still dark under the hood.
The woman said nothing, like a deaf-mute. She just put down her cup and waved to me.
Of course I was not polite, and I was about to sit next to the woman, but Lu Zongping suddenly pulled me over and pressed me next to his seat, "Let me introduce you." He glared at me fiercely as he spoke.
, and then when he turned to look at the woman, he immediately smiled again.
"In front of you is the greatest alchemist in countless universes, the master who masters all truths, controls magic, soul, crafts and natural power, and the incomparable wise woman, Ms. Mina."
"Who? Never heard of it."
I didn't know at the time how powerful the person in front of me was. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to be so careless.