Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

The man was overjoyed. He never expected to find such high-class goods to play with today. He happily entered the alley.

Vito waited until he entered the alley and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before pulling out his uniform to check the magazine, and then entering the alley.

The man was rubbing his hands together, like flies, and asked.

"Do you want to take everything off?"

Vito pointed the gun at his head and cursed.

"Get your ass off! Hand over the money, or I'll make your brains spurt out from the back of your head!"

The man reluctantly pulled a roll of euros from his pocket and handed it to Vito.

Vito took the money and estimated it to be about thirty or forty. He cursed, "Is that all? Don't force me to search your body later!"

The man cried, "I'm not exactly rich, buddy. If I were, I wouldn't be wasting my time in Watson District. I only have a hundred dollars left in my account; this is truly my last bit of money!"

Vito thought for a moment, and realized that this guy did look really poor, so he shouted.

"I'll let you off the hook today. I don't want the money in your account, but consider the money in your hand as punishment for talking nonsense to me. Get lost!"

The man ran out of the alley without looking back. Vito looked at the pile of garbage around him and felt very sad. This Night City was simply a stinking garbage dump. His beautiful heart had turned into a pile of mud after only one day.

Vito walked out of the alley dejectedly. He felt that Night City had turned him into a monster, and he wanted to repent and stop using violence.

after.

The NCPD received more than a dozen calls from men and women who claimed they had been victims of a honey trap robbery, where an armed man lured them into an alley and stole all their cash.

As everyone knows, it costs money to call the police in Night City. There were more than a dozen people who called the police, so you can imagine how many people didn't.

Rumors of the handsome robber from Watson District spread throughout the entire North City area in no time.

Vito, counting a pile of cash, is now grinning in a hotel room.

I cried, but I was faking it, hehe.

Chapter 3 The Human Swamp

Having saved up some money, Vito found an underground prosthetic doctor, changed his hairstyle, and put on a samurai mask he bought from a street vendor. Originally, Vito wanted to replace his digestive system, but seeing this dark and chaotic environment, he gave up the idea.

The doctor named Kenpō still had two pieces of flesh hanging from his body, not to mention his blood-soaked chair.

After getting his hair done, Vito was about to take a good look at himself when he entered the gym and found the mirror completely dark. He exclaimed.

"Dr. Kenpeng, why is this mirror black!"

The doctor's voice rang out: "You need to pay five euros to look in the mirror!"

Vito reluctantly walked out of the bathroom, handed five euros in cash to the doctor, and then had the doctor open the laparoscope.

After admiring his handsome face, Vito put on the mask, so no one could recognize him as the honey trap robber.

Vito walked out of the Black Market with satisfaction.

Just after Vito left, Dr. Kenpo made a phone call.

"Hey! What's up? I remember today isn't a delivery day."

Dr. Jianpeng replied in a low voice, "We've won the lottery! I just had a customer!"

"Saburo Arasaka came to your place? With your pathetic luck, even a guest like him is considered a distinguished guest!"

Dr. Jianpeng continued, "It's true, that kid is all original, and in excellent condition!"

The voice on the other end clearly showed some interest; he asked, "Which company's goods are these?"

Dr. Jianpeng excitedly said, "It's not a company product, it's the original, you know? It doesn't have any prosthetic parts installed, it's all solid, fleshy!"

After a moment of silence, someone on the other end asked, "Could he be some young master from a wealthy family?"

Dr. Jianpeng laughed and said, "Are you out of your mind? What kind of young master would come to this godforsaken place? He just left my house. I can't pinpoint his location because of his hair. You guys hurry up and search for him in my vicinity. He's wearing an old-fashioned rock mask."

The person opposite him was breathing heavily and said, "You'll get a good share if this goes well. I'll send my men to your place right away!"

The person on the other end of the phone was a cleaning crew leader. They were keen on removing people's prosthetic bodies and selling them for money. This deal was a rare big one for them; a healthy set of sewers would be enough for those companies to pay a large sum of money.

A team of street cleaners from the Watson area quickly set out to find the gold brick that was wandering the street as soon as possible.

Vito was unaware of this at the time, as he was planning where to buy a legitimate device to acquire a set of the Divergent Prosthetic Eye.

Walking down the street, he saw a man without hands going crazy. He stopped a car, jumped onto the hood, and started yelling something.

"Holy crap, another cyberpsychosis case?"

"That's what a passerby complained."

Vito watched the man yelling and shouting in the car and casually remarked something.

"That's not cyberpsychosis. He's just an ordinary person driven crazy by life."

At this moment, a middle-aged woman who knew the amputee rushed up to talk to him, but was kicked to the ground by the amputee. He was still shouting, but the people around him could not understand what he was saying at all. Even the most advanced translation chip could not translate the cries of his soul coming from the depths of his body.

NCPD! NCPD! Stop immediately! Stop immediately!

NCPD patrol officers rushed to the scene after hearing about the cyberpsychotic incident, but found only a withered middle-aged man crying on the hood of a car, so they canceled the call for the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

The police officers approached with guns drawn, but the middle-aged woman stopped them.

"Don't hurt Fredo! He's just having some emotional instability. Please, don't hurt him!"

The police continued to warn Fredo: "Get out of the car immediately and stop any aggressive behavior immediately!"

Fredo became even more agitated when he saw the police arrive, jumping and shouting on the hood of the car.

At this point, the car owner who had been hiding to the side stepped forward and complained to the NCPD.

"Damn it, couldn't you guys stop this lunatic right now? He almost wrecked my car!"

A tall detective replied.

"Get out of here, and don't you dare try to direct the NCPD's enforcement!"

The car owner was furious when he heard that.

"Damn it, I work in Arasaka, you NCPD guys better watch out, I'll complain about you!"

Just as the tall detective was about to retort, his female partner stopped him.

"Mendes, stop talking and deal with this suspect first!"

At that moment, a terrorist airship flew over, scanned Fredo, and then opened its cabin door in mid-air. A member of the airship casually fired half a magazine of assault rifle at Fredo before closing the cabin door and leaving the scene.

Poor Fredo was smashed into a mangled mess, and he collapsed onto the hood of the engine as if he had found relief.

"Damn it! My car! You bunch of bastards, you're going to complain!"

The crowd of Night City people dispersed, leaving only the middle-aged woman kneeling by the street, weeping with her face covered.

Vito sighed. This was Night City, a city that drove people crazy.

As Vito walked into the alley next to the hotel, he felt uneasy, as if someone was watching him from the shadows. He reached into his jacket and put the safety on his pistol.

After walking for a while, he saw three people who looked like thugs approaching him from behind, seemingly unintentionally. He quickened his pace and slipped into another alley from the intersection. Sure enough, the three people behind him followed quickly.

Seeing Vito turn into the alley, the three scavengers hurriedly followed. As soon as one of the scavengers entered the alley, he was knocked down by a bottle. The sound of breaking glass was followed by the sound of pistols being fired in quick succession at close range, killing one of the scavengers. The other quickly hid behind a trash can.

After adjusting his pain-adjusting prosthetic, the fallen Scavenger quickly raised his gun and aimed at Vito. Unfortunately, Vito, who had changed his magazine, had already aimed at the Scavenger and shot him in the head.

The scavenger, hiding behind the trash can, panicked when he saw his comrade die instantly. He took out his flashlight, took a puff, and then jumped out from behind the trash can, firing rapidly at Vito to suppress him.

Vito only had a pistol, and for a moment he was overwhelmed by the Scavenger and unable to fight back. He had just observed that the Scavenger was down to one man. He thought of going out and fighting back like in the game, but he was not sure if his unmodified stock body could withstand the bullets from the submachine gun and breathe and recover.

click!

The sound of the submachine gun's empty magazine being pulled over came from behind. Vito seized the opportunity and slid to the scavenger's body, which had been shot in the head, to grab the Shigure submachine gun. However, the remaining man was quick to reload and had almost finished changing the magazine.

Vito could only hold the Uniform in his right hand and quickly grab the Cleaner's body with his left. He used the body as cover and exchanged fire with the Cleaner. After a burst of gunfire, both of them fell down.

Vito gasped for breath in the terrible air of Night City. These scavengers were shoddy, lacking even proper subcutaneous armor. Vito's stomach was wounded by a penetrating bullet, while the scavenger was dead, shot in the chest.

"You've already fallen into a swamp of suffering; welcome to this inescapable quagmire."

For no apparent reason, the lyrics popped into Vito's head.

Chapter 4 Living Like This for Thirty Years

It's hard to describe life in Night City. Gunfights, violence, and flying pieces of flesh are the smallest problems in Night City. The biggest problem is actually Night City's cannibalistic system.

The biggest problem with this system is that the lower class of Night City has to rely on cybernetic implants to make a living, and these implants can also eat people. Once you get a high-performance implant, you have to pay high maintenance fees to keep it in place. If any problems arise, such as unemployment, a car accident, or some other accident, you will lose everything, including your implant. The company and the cleaners will not hesitate to dig the implant out of your flesh and watch you turn into a madman or a mangled mess.

As for cyberpsychosis, don't be silly. You need to have an implant to qualify as a cyber lunatic. If you don't have an implant, doctors are already being considerate by saying you have bipolar disorder.

Vito, following his memory and asking around, found Misty's psychic house. He went inside and found Misty talking to a middle-aged woman, who was Fredo's friend who was killed that day.

“Mida, I know this is a huge blow to you, but people always need something to live on. You can’t let sadness destroy you.”

Misty was comforting Meda, helping her lean back in a recliner and lighting incense in an attempt to soothe her pain.

Misty said softly as she saw Vito enter carrying a bundle of clothes.

"Could you wait a moment? You can put your things on the sofa next to you."

Vito said, "Do you have time, Vito? I'd like to have some surgery."

Misty called Vito, chatted for a bit, and then replied to Vito.

"Dr. Viktor is free, do you know where to go?"

Vito had walked to Old Vito's place countless times in the game, but this was actually the first time, he replied to Misty.

"You should know that I came back to ask you because I couldn't find it."

After saying that, Vito walked out the back door and, relying on his memory, went straight to old Vito's basement to carry out his business.

Fortunately, the alley was not much different from the one in the game, and Vito successfully met with Old Vito.

Dr. Viktor was more like a boxer; his arms were thick enough to take down a bull, and there were several red spots on his right arm—marks of short-acting stimulants injected during surgery.

"Child, what kind of surgery do you need?"

Vito unwrapped the bundle of clothes he was holding, took out the head of a scavenger, and then asked old Vito.

"Could you remove his prosthetic eye and install it on me?"

Although Viktor had seen many storms, this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it in 2076. The young man in front of him wearing a mask was simply like a cyber madman.

"Sorry, I don't gouge people out of their eyes here. You'll have to find somewhere else, kid."

Vito removed his mask and explained.

"I went to a shady operation today and found some scavengers. But I don't have a prosthetic body, and I don't know when the next batch of scavengers will arrive. I can only install a prosthetic eye to prepare for the battle. I heard you are the most reputable prosthetic doctor in Watson District, so I have no choice but to come to you for help. This head belongs to a scavenger, and he deserved to die. Please help me!"

Old Wei thought for a moment, then took the head and said...

"A prosthetic eye isn't something you can just take out and use right away. It depends on the compatibility. Some people do dirty work, and it's not surprising that you get targeted."

Old Wei pounded on his head for a while, then took out the prosthetic eye from the Scavenger's head.

"The prosthetic eyes of the Crossroads Division are genuine brand-name products. Logically speaking, the scavengers wearing these prosthetic eyes should have some good work to do. How did you take them out?"

Vito wanted to throw away the clothes covering his head, but after looking around he couldn't find a trash can, so at Old Vito's prompting, he threw the clothes next to the fence by the door.

Then Vito casually replied.

“I had just finished watching the terrorist mobile unit kill people and was about to go back to the hotel when I found this guy and two other guys following me. I lured them into an alley and did it.”

Old Wei began cleaning the remaining bits of flesh from his prosthetic eye. He said, "I've heard about the terrorist squad incident too. The one who died was named Fredo, one of my regular customers."

Vito asked, puzzled, "How come there are still people who lose an arm and don't care? What difficulties are they facing?"

Old Wei gave a helpless, bitter smile and replied.

"He cut off his own hands. He was working in a factory at the time, doing well and saving some money, so he wanted to cut off his hands and get a prosthetic to improve his efficiency. Guess what happened next? The factory's performance declined, and he was the first to be laid off. He could no longer maintain his prosthetic, and could only watch helplessly as the factory owner and company that had lent him money took everything from him, including those claws."

This silenced Vito, and then the old Vito continued.