Seeing so much money, Xili's eyes turned red while standing on the roadside. She was so happy that she spun around in circles, raising her hands and waving wildly.
"I'm getting rich! I want to rent a large flat! I want to buy a sword in the lake!"
Night City, like most high-tech future cities, has hundreds of high-rise buildings. In addition, the environmental pollution in the city is very serious, so naturally the higher the floors, the better the air quality.
After all, all suspended particles and the like settle downwards?
Therefore, the large flat floors on top of various skyscrapers are the best houses. This is the kind of house she wants to rent. As for the villas in the northern part of the city, they are too remote and too close to the cemetery. She does not like places like that.
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As for the 'Sword in the Lake' she mentioned, it is actually a cool sports car, and it is a limited edition. If you want to buy it, you will probably have to go to a black car dealer, and you can't get it through legal channels anyway.
"Haha, well, this is our activity fund. Since I brought you out to play, I will definitely not treat you badly." Su Ming saw her happy look and thought she was still cute. Xili often acted very
Calm, such a happy state is rare.
Maybe this is also due to Da Niao Zhuan Zhuan, she likes to watch other people have sex.
But it’s better to see people around you laughing than to see people around you crying? Isn’t the reason why Su Ming keeps fighting is so that he and his friends around him can live well?
As for making some money in the cyberpunk world, it is easy for the adjutant. Although the Internet technology here is advanced, binary coding is still too simple compared to Cybertron technology.
In a highly digitalized world, the adjutant is truly the God of the Internet, or the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Emperor.
"When Geralt and I were picking up quests, we had never lived such a wealthy life." Ciri was still excited. She used the terminal chip to call her car: "It was in Monster Hunter World that we just
It means I can have enough to eat every day.”
"Well, speaking of this, I haven't seen your Sanhua Ellu cat recently." Su Ming was talking about Xili's hunting cat. That cat originally fought with their father and daughter to destroy the Ember Dragon.
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"I'll leave it to look after the house in that world. The land I cultivate and the fish I raise must be taken care of by someone, right?"
The car arrived. It was an ordinary-looking second-hand car, but such a piece of junk had automatic positioning and driving functions:
"Occasionally I will go back to watch it, but the hunting there seems to never end, and there are so many monsters that seem to emerge from the soil. I'm a little tired of it."
"Eluma is really hardworking. Haha, let's go. You drive and take me for a drive. Then we can rent a big house so that you can experience the feeling of spending money like water."
"Well! You are much more generous than Geralt. You must continue to be so in the future." Ciri looked like a smile, got into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the broken car jumped like a frightened horse.
Go out and run two red lights in a row.
The police followed immediately. She happened to be squatting under the bridge, but Xili liked racing like this. No one was chasing her, so she didn't find it exciting.
Getting rid of ordinary police cars was easy for Xili's driving skills. The two quickly found their favorite skyscraper and rented the best penthouse in it.
Seeing a large amount of money being transferred from the account, with the number of digits remaining unchanged, Xili really felt a sense of relief, it was great to have money.
Unfortunately, in a cyberpunk world, it is so convenient to have an assistant to assist you. If you change to a primitive society where there is no currency, it will be difficult to enjoy it.
After taking the elevator to the top floor and opening the door through fingerprint authentication, Xili ran around like a happy swift to visit her new home.
Because I spent a lot of money, this is a move-in-your-bag accommodation with all kinds of furniture. Even the refrigerator is stocked with ingredients and the wine cabinet is fully stocked.
Su Ming did not visit the house. After all, the darkness had been scanned and it was safe here.
While the girl was running around, he came to the spacious living room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Listening to the familiar words "Good morning! Night City, last night's Dead Man's Lotto was full", he
Showed a smile.
There is just enough sunlight in the room, which is difficult for people living on the ground floor to feel.
About five minutes later, Shiri, who was tired from shopping, returned to him and handed him a bottle of sports drink. He drank one himself and said, "Okay, we have a base now, what do you want to do next?"
"They say there are no living legends in Night City. I want to give it a try. What would happen if there were legends still alive on the streets?" Su Ming thought of a way to play. He is a chameleon.
"Oh? It's indeed interesting." Xili's way of thinking was relatively rational. She took a big sip of her drink and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her white hand: "If you pretend to be a particularly famous dead person, then you can even use the dead person's
What about fame and relationships, but who are you going to become?”
Deathstroke didn't speak, he just smiled evilly and let Strangler begin to transform.
His hair turned into long black shawl hair, his face began to become elongated and pointed, a beard appeared on his chin, and his eyes became gloomy and fierce.
Sitting cross-legged at the side, Shirley patted her knees, pointed at him in surprise and said, "Johnny Silverhand?!"
"Actually, it's John Wick. I once met that person in the world of "Quick", and strangulation got a little of his blood, so he became so similar."
Deathstroke used quantum concepts to create a mirror, held it in his hand and looked at it:
"But they are both played by the same actor. Johnny Silverhand also looks like this. I just need to improve it a little bit."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and turned it into a mechanical arm. He also made some tattoos on other parts of his body, and at the same time made a pair of sunglasses to put on.
In this case, no one would believe him if he said he was not Johnny.
Oh, one more thing, Johnny's pistol is a special weapon. I still remember its appearance, so I asked the lieutenant to print one out with vibranium and teleport it.
With this pistol, you can prove your identity, and a Samurai Band jacket will complete your life.
"I haven't seen that person in person, but I have seen the photo on his record, and it is exactly the same." Shirley stood up with great admiration and walked around the death knell: "You can do it better than any shapeshifter I have ever seen.
Transformed."
"Can it talk? What kind of shapeshifter? Can that thing be compared with strangulation?" Su Ming stared at Johnny's face and stood up. Even his voice changed. He touched his stubble and held back.
He smiled and said, "Okay, get ready to go out and cause trouble with this face. By the way, do you know a mercenary named V?"
"We know each other. If nothing unexpected happens, she shouldn't have gotten up at this time." The girl scratched her head, as if she didn't understand why Deathstroke knew the famous V Zhentian.