Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 6 Trading
The wind is cold today. Although it's absurd to expect this kind of weather in August, Zilf Seno just feels "cool".

Because his back was sweating profusely.

"I told you the hell to be on time! You bunch of idiots!"

Sino seemed to be on the phone with someone, his voice low but hysterical—

Everything came to an abrupt end!

At this moment, Lin Yue felt the reality of the Super Dream World: the hot wind blowing, Sino's clear voice, the noise of the streets in the distance, and the advertising floating cars parading above Night City...

Lin Yue even felt sweating because of the heat, and his mouth was a little dry.

In the new era, people who make good use of technology utilize vast amounts of information, and the concept of "immersive experience" has been vividly brought to life.

Before Lin Yue could even appreciate the technology, he was interrupted by a ringing phone.

Mr. Hanz's voice came through my ears:

"Try zooming the camera to the ear of the hound and see if you can hear the voice on the other end of the phone. You can also try to identify the person—if it's an old acquaintance, you can save yourself a lot of trouble."

As requested by Mr. Hanz, Lin Yue zoomed the camera towards the vicinity of the Seno ear canal, and sure enough, there were other sounds in the voiceprint layer that did not belong to Seno.

"Nervous, friend (don't be nervous, friend)"

"Overtime is common at the company, please be patient, I'll be there soon."

The person on the other end uttered a sentence in Japanese, then soothed the nearly collapsing Seno in English with a slight Japanese accent (the common language of Night City).

"The people of Arakasa?" Lin Yue immediately thought of this behemoth.

Mr. Hans laughed. “The Tiger Claw Gang is all Japanese-speaking, and Europeans also work in Arasaka—judging this friend’s power by language is not a good idea.”

So Lin Yue continued listening.

"Damn it! Do you know how much risk I took to get out of Dogtown? If those guys don't see me during their night shift, I'm dead meat! You have ten minutes, or our deal is off!"

Sino practically growled as he said it.

A drunkard was lying on the ground vomiting in the distance, and the incredibly real smell made Lin Yue and Sino instinctively cover their noses.

There was a silence for several seconds on the other end of the phone with Sino.

"Friend, do you think your colonel would be better off knowing you're a traitor?"

Seno clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.

"You're all a bunch of idiots and scoundrels!"

"Just wait and see, don't make things difficult for me." The voice on the other end of the phone said indifferently, completely ignoring Sino's roar.

Lin Yue frowned. Sino didn't seem like someone who sold information at all. He was completely caught in the middle and roasted like a turkey.

It’s hard to get off the tiger.

Lin Yue shook his head. Although he didn't know who was talking to Sino, Sino was currently the one being coerced.

Mr. Hans then offered his opinion, "Speed ​​up the progress bar until he meets with his upline."

Lin Yue nodded. The fast-paced camera footage also revealed Sino's restlessness; he would wave his fist at the wall one moment, and crouch on the ground holding his head the next…

"coming."

In the scene before Lin Yue, a Gudera Turbo-R 740 drove into the alley where Sino was. Sino was holding his head in his hands, with cigarette butts lying around his feet.

In the early 21st century, Japanese sports cars almost dominated the American market, thanks to their excellent handling and economy.

But the arrival of the Goodra Turbo-R was a jewel in the crown of the American auto industry.

The Turbo-R is considered a classic among cars of its kind. Although it has sufficient power and a stylish appearance, it presents a challenge to the driver. Its incredibly powerful engine requires an experienced driver to handle.

Wow, they're rich!
This was Lin Yue's first impression of the owner of this retro sports car.

Only those who can make money can afford to drive this kind of car; at the very least, they are middle to high-level employees in a company or gang. The next best thing is that they are experienced drivers or field personnel who frequently drive around, since most wealthy people are after luxury and stability.

Mr. Hans was very impressed after Lin Yue shared his speculation.

Of course, it was Lin Yue's extensive research on this game from his previous life that helped him. "Is there something wrong with Mewtwo?" Lin Yue noticed that the upper body of the man who got out of the car seemed to be covered by a mosaic, and he could only hear some sounds.

Mr. Hanz expressed his helplessness, saying, "Those with technical skills will take precautions to prevent themselves from being secretly recorded. These prosthetic bodies are expensive but still affordable, which is normal."

“I’ve come to meet you personally. Give me the stuff.” Seno’s contact walked up to him, showing no remorse for being late.

Sino looked up at the guy, his fist clenching several times, but in the end he had no choice but to take the chip out of his pocket.

"Let's get this straight, ten thousand euros, cash, not a penny less."

Sino watched longingly as the person took the chip, and the complaints he had made on the phone earlier were gone. The immersive experience component of the SuperDream made Lin Yue feel that emotion as well.

I'm tired. Give me the money and I'll leave now.

“The roadmap you provided isn’t worth the price.” Sino’s trading partner was no pushover; he wanted more.

Sino reached out to try and take back the chip, but failed. With a thud, Sino was kicked several meters away by the man.

"Cough cough cough."

With blood in his mouth, Seno realized that the guy's prosthetic body was very likely a product of the company, given that a soldier of the Netherhound could be kicked away like that.

"The prosthetic body seems to be a generic product, and the voice is unfamiliar," Lin Yue shared his observations with Mr. Hans.

Mr. Hanz nodded. "Yes, bionic joints, titanium skeleton, nothing is missing."

In the video, Sino couldn't take being subservient to anyone any longer. "If I'm short of money, I'll just stab Hansen in the back! We'd all just die!"

Seeing that Sino was getting anxious, the other party then revealed their next objective: "These solid bombs are planted under the truck. The remaining payment is in full, this is the deposit—after it's done, go to XXX (noise)."

Sino got up and opened the cloth bag containing the rolled-up cash. "Five thousand? Holy crap!"

"That's fine. Your Excellency has kept many people up at night, so giving half the money upfront is reasonable."

Sino gritted his teeth and resigned himself to his fate. "Fine, I'll go there to get the rest of the money later."

The screen froze completely.

squeak-

As Mewtwo was eliminated, the familiar scent of sandalwood filled the room once again.

Mr. Hanz removed his headband and turned his questioning gaze toward the young man.

Lin Yue recounted in detail:

"There was a golden tiger on the passenger seat of the car, which might have some connection with the Tiger Claw Gang—or it might just be a decoration."

"The prosthetic body doesn't look like a gang member, but that's not necessarily true. The company has close ties with gangs. As for other information, we don't have any good ideas at the moment."

"After all, some key information was lost, including the license plate number."

Mr. Hans affirmed Lin Yue's discovery, "Very observant. Clues, you have to follow them slowly. Remember this, Colonel Hansen sent you here for this very reason."

[Mr. Hanz's favorability has been updated]

【Favourability: 10】

[Reward: Physical Strength +2, Extra +1]

As the subtitles disappeared from Lin Yue's eyes, Mr. Hans got up and took a long box from the tall wooden cabinet.

"I was planning to wait for you to come downstairs so my guy could get you a gun from the armory, but it seems this treasure of mine should be given to someone who can use it well."

"Hackers are good at finding enemy hackers by following the instructions of other hackers. This good tool can help you block them remotely. How you use it is up to you."

"Figure out the bullets yourself."

Lin Yue opened the box, and a large, black gun lay quietly inside, exuding the smell of brand-new gun oil.

[Immortal 'Technology Sniper Rifle Nekomata' Manufacturer: Tsunami]

Lin Yue was somewhat excited.

This reward is really amazing!
(End of this chapter)