"Do you want to treat the injury or replace it with a prosthetic body? I don't have much here, but they are all good things."
Victor put down his beer and got ready to start work. After all, anyone who can come to the clinic must be a patient. Today, he can finally open his business. Just brushing the system for sex dolls in nearby nightclubs is not a big deal.
However, as the person who made the sound slowly walked down the stairs and exposed his arms and face, Victor couldn't control his expression on his weather-beaten face, and the detector he just picked up clicked.
fell to the ground.
Jack, who was originally a little unhappy at being interrupted, now opened his mouth wider than a goose egg. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and even ran Qilusi's detection program to make sure he hadn't seen a ghost.
"It seems you know me, hehe, I know that Night City has not forgotten who fucked it." The visitor walked into the basement. He took off his sunglasses and looked at the surrounding environment: "The place is nice, how do you usually deal with medical care?
Bodies from accidents?”
"Johnny Silverhand?!" In the shock, it was Lao Wei who was the first to regain his language ability, but his trembling voice also proved that he was indeed frightened.
"Don't scream so loud, what's so surprising about me? Your tone makes me look like some fucking alien." Deathstroke, disguised as a legendary figure, had already entered the scene, and he walked to the table in a familiar manner,
He picked up a can of beer on the table and opened it. After taking a sip, he vomited: "Is this what you drink? Even a dead rat that crawled through a dog's bed and soaked in water is more powerful than this."
While saying this, Su Ming took out a bottle of good wine from behind him and put it on the table. This was real grain wine, which was different from the industrial alcohol they drank mixed with water.
"Oh my god! It's you! You're really not dead!" Jack held his head in his hands and spun around in circles, looking in disbelief.
It seemed that he was excited, excited, happy, surprised, and other emotions mixed together, as if he was about to faint.
He was so excited that he was going to make a fortune just because Dexter Deshawn said a few words to him. Now that he saw the real legend of Night City, he was going crazy with joy.
"Stop spinning around, it's making me upset." The fake silver hand pressed Jack's shoulders and pushed him back on the stool: "Not all the capitalists in this garbage dump are dead, how could I die?"
"Yes, yes! Those damn company dogs will definitely not be able to kill you!" Although he was scolded, Jack was still very happy. He immediately took out a small gadget and took a photo of himself and Silverhand: "I am you
I’m a fan, I’ve listened to all the songs by Samurai, you’re so cool, great! You can survive a nuclear bomb explosion, that’s awesome!”
Jack, who grew up in a poor family, naturally hates capitalists, especially the little devils of the Arasaka Group. Compared to other companies, Arasaka prefers underhanded tactics, and his tactics are too dark.
"Ahem, why is no one paying attention to me? It's obviously me who brought him here." The white-haired girl at the top of the stairs made a sound. Her voice sounded a little unhappy, but her face had a mischievous look on her face.
smile.
She had already seen it. Lao Wei and Jack were extremely surprised. Even V, who was usually taciturn and looked very steady, was stunned on the spot with his mouth open, and he didn't even feel the sweat pouring into his mouth.
"Oh! Girl! You're back!" Jack scratched his head crazily. He looked at Johnny, then at Ciri, and quickly walked over to hug her and say hello, and then said: "Is Johnny Silverhand your friend? Really?
Niu Bei, I knew before that you are definitely not an ordinary person, and like V, you are destined to be a big shot!"
There is a special feeling about Ciri. When people first see her, they can feel that she does not belong to this world or the City of Night.
Although she has a somewhat dark aura and is good at shooting and killing people, she doesn't know how to rob or kill for fun. She behaves like an angel.
"Hehe! Yes, I dug this old antique out of the garbage." Shirley was extremely proud. Seeing her friends being fooled, she felt a different kind of satisfaction. She walked to the death knell and picked up the
He put his hand on his shoulder: "He is my uncle, isn't he awesome?"
Su Ming, who was pretending to be Johnny, asked Hangsha to pinch Xili secretly to prevent her from adding to the drama, because this generation was wrong.
The time Johnny went to blow up Arasaka Tower was in 2023, and he has disappeared since then.
It is now 2077, and Ciri looks like she is only in her twenties because of her elf blood. Even if she were born in 2050, Johnny would be her grandfather.
Fortunately, the huge psychological shock prevented others present from noticing these details.
"It's actually real skin, not plastic surgery." Victor was observing Silver Hand at this time. He was a little surprised at first, but after he came back to his senses, he doubted whether it was a real person.
After all, with today's technical means, it is actually not difficult to have the same appearance as Johnny Silverhand, but anyone with a normal mind knows that no one would dare to do such plastic surgery in order to avoid getting into trouble with the Arasaka Company.
But no matter how you look at it, the Johnny in front of you is himself, especially this silver bionic robotic arm, which cannot be faked.
It's too old. This is a kind of powered exoskeleton technology decades ago. There is no way such an ancient thing exists on the market now, and it is impossible to even find it at the bottom of the garbage dump.
"No need to look, doctor, I am who I am, and I am exactly the same as I am." Deathstroke was very confident in his disguise. He walked straight to the operating table and half-lyed there: "I asked Shirley to take me to a doctor to check my body.
She said you were her friend, so I came, are you doing business or not?"
"Check your body. Okay, well, let me prepare. Which model of military technology is the chip you are using? Have you updated the system in the past few years?" When it came to professional matters, medical ethics immediately awakened Victor, and he grasped
He picked up the plastic gloves on the side and put them on, crossed his fingers, and asked a lot of questions impatiently.
Sure enough, I am still the old ginger. These are all traps.
"How could I insert the company's stupid B-chip into my brain? This bullshit system is all TMD bullshit. What kind of doctor are you?" Silverhand disguised as Deathstroke cursed loudly, spraying spit on Lao Wei's face, like
Just thinking about the company makes me uncontrollably angry.
This kind of reaction is normal. Victor took a deep breath, and he was sure that this was the real Johnny.
Men who hate capital and companies will indeed not let their brains or eyes be controlled by class enemies. According to rumors, Johnny Silverhand does not have a chip or electronic eyes at all. This is the real thing.