I once thought that a knowledgeable person like Mr. Bian Ning must be a top student who graduated from a prestigious school. But his answer was: Actually, I didn’t go to college either - I didn’t graduate from a standard high school.
Then I thought that Lu Zongping looked very scholarly, at least a doctor, but he said: In fact, I have never studied either - not even for a day, and have never been to school at all.
Each one is more outrageous than the last.
Having said that, they are by no means illiterate. On the contrary, they are extremely knowledgeable. It can only be said that they are a group of strong people who have become talented outside the school system. The secular evaluation system does not apply to them at all. And most of them are smart people outside the system.
The group with the greatest ill will towards the system.
Nine out of ten famous hackers in Night City are from wild backgrounds. These people are truly rebellious, and the global Internet was blown to pieces by the viruses they released. I originally wanted to use this to break the capital monopoly, but it backfired. Unfortunately,
, in Teacher Bian’s words, they have not yet mastered the true combat effectiveness.
My goal is not to liberate the people, and that is not something I can do alone. What I want to do is survive.
In the final analysis, this world is a game. Complete entertainment eliminates all inspiring theories and the core of various ideologies. As a player, I just need to play the game well. The most important thing is to make me feel happy. If you help
If people make me happy, then I will help them. If I feel comfortable being the company dog, then I will do it.
Teacher Bian's teachings are at least useful. Between the social elite and the common people, I choose to stand at the bottom.
Anyway, ever since I've been on TV, I guess that's when I've been getting invitations from corporate executives, entrepreneurs, city councilors, this gentleman that gentleman, this lady that lady, they all
Some visit in person, some send invitations by email, and some are very particular and appoint housekeepers and employees to send invitations. Before this, I didn't know that these rich people could party intensively 24 hours a day.
Of course, the visitors were not only celebrities, but also a bunch of businessmen and intermediaries, who came to sell luxury cars and mansions, and even directly gave away - a finely decorated villa in Westbrook worth hundreds of millions of euros and even the ownership of land one kilometer surrounding. This
It really happened, just when the poll showed that my approval rating reached 21.4%.
Then there are the security companies. In addition to the well-established Arasaka and Military Technology, there are several new security companies that also want to do my business, but I live in a shabby apartment in a skyscraper and have no extra space to install various defenses.
Weapons, at most, can be equipped with an automatic turret, but that is not necessary. I can protect myself.
Among all the guests, only one left an impression on me.
Because I've seen it before, and in very subtle moments.
"Hello, Ms. V, your reputation is known to everyone from the city center to the badlands." Mr. Blue Eyes nodded to me reservedly.
The moment he appeared in front of me, I remembered that deep, seemingly endless rainy night. When I witnessed my own death at the Silent Motel, there was also the man standing on the street not far away, silently holding an umbrella.
, looking at the man in a suit in the hotel room.
As well as some conspiracies I uncovered after being commissioned by mayoral candidate Jefferson Peralez to investigate anomalies in his home.
Let me start from the beginning. After listening to it, you will know why I care so much about this blue-eyed monster.
Teacher Bian asked me to investigate the cause of the former mayor's mysterious and sudden death, and before I could go to the afterlife to inquire about the news, this Jefferson took the initiative to find me, and he also gave me this commission. As a candidate for mayor, he was very interested in
The former mayor said that some humanistic care is quite normal. Because of this incident, he and I developed some friendship.
My execution ability was well-known in Night City, so Jefferson approached me again, this time for a personal matter.
He asked me to meet at his apartment, which is a good house. He also has a beautiful Asian wife, a woman with a very business temperament, who is considered a good wife. No matter how you look at it, he is a successful man with an excellent education.
Background, strong capital and connections, the key is that he is also very handsome, tall and tall. Compared to Deputy Mayor Holt, just based on appearance, Jefferson directly beat him.
Such a successful and upper-class person is surrounded by suspicions of conspiracy.
He told me that someone broke into his home and the situation was unusual. "That night I heard a noise, so I went out with a gun. I saw a stranger. He seemed to be about to pull out his gun, so I shot first."
Already."
He did not remember whether he had killed the man or not. "At that time, my head started to feel dizzy, and then I fainted. By the morning, there was no trace of him."
The security company responsible for the security of Jefferson House is called SSI. Later, this company also tried to sell services to me. The terms they offered were very affordable, but I still rejected it because SSI is not a simple security company, but involves
Come to an astonishing conspiracy, a horror hidden behind the sun and shadows, deeper than the night of Night City.
I investigated the Jefferson house and found a darkroom—even the two owners didn't know it existed. People from SSI were in the darkroom all the time, monitoring them through equipment.
When I followed the surveillance equipment, I found the signal transmitter on the roof, and the signal receiving device was on the street hundreds of meters away. Time was running out, so I jumped directly from the tall building and kept using my leg prostheses in mid-air.
The body vector nozzle slowed down, and when I landed, I didn't hesitate. I rode Scorpion's relic motorcycle and went to the signal receiver to investigate.
The SSI eavesdroppers were sitting in a black van, right next to the receiver. When they saw me chasing them, they immediately drove away.
They escaped for several blocks, and finally the truck was parked in an abandoned factory. The gangsters from the Maelstrom Gang were guarding the place. When I knocked everyone down, the mysterious surveillance truck fell into my hands.
While chasing, Johnny and I analyzed the origins of the SSI gang. They have been rooted in Night City for a long time. According to Jefferson's wife Elizabeth, they have been running the security business in Night City for fifteen years, and their products are everywhere.
In business, many big figures will ask them to take charge of their security work. A dishonest security company gets their hands on their employers by eavesdropping on them. This was our initial idea.
But the situation is more dangerous than we thought.
The surveillance vehicle's database contains extremely detailed content, including the Peralez couple's physical data files, physiological and medical reports, nervous system scans, psychological and mental status analysis files, etc., as well as special devices implanted in their brains.
The company Neural Link.SSI is tampering with the memory and personality of the Peralez couple, and how many other big names have also purchased their services?
A dignified mayoral candidate has his brain controlled by an unknown force. Who is the real controller of Night City?
It's the blue-eyed gentlemen.
I can guarantee that Mr. Blue Eyes has something to do with the whole thing.
When I tried to download the database of the surveillance vehicle, someone remotely controlled the database and self-destructed. Even I could only barely save one-third of the data, which was enough to win the trust of the Jeffersons.
When I told Elizabeth the truth, she asked me to meet at a Japanese noodle shop. Then she told me that she found something was wrong with Jefferson. He seemed to be a different person. His memory was often confused, his personality changed, and sometimes
She was seriously distracted. Most importantly, one of "them" contacted Elizabeth on the phone and threatened her.
Poor Elizabeth, her memory is also severely lacking. She remembers many things, but can't find any trace of what happened, and many things she has done have also been completely forgotten. She begged me not to tell the truth to Jeff.
Xun, for his safety, it may be best to remain blissfully ignorant.
Are her words really her true thoughts? I don't know, and I'm afraid she doesn't know either.
No matter what, I told Jefferson the truth.
Before I met with Jefferson, I received a call from an unknown person.
The moment I picked up the phone, my prosthetic eye malfunctioned, the screen was blurry, flickering, and the signal was lost. The synthesized voice on the phone said: We don't care what you tell him, or what you want to do or how you do it, you don't care.
It cannot be changed. We know who you are, we know what you are, and we know what you want. You are playing with fire, be careful if you play too hard and burn yourself.
Someone has directly manipulated my neural network. There is not even a record of this phone call. It is most likely a message directly uploaded to my brain by the other party.
It's really interesting. This is the power of plot. In this case, I understand.
Mr. Blue Eyes, when I was talking to Jefferson, he was staring at us not far away, less than a hundred meters away in a straight line. He was really arrogant.