Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

"There are rumors on the streets that Fredo has developed cyberpsychosis. If you ask me, no one would find it easy to accept something like this."

Vito felt the topic was too heavy, so he changed the subject, asking, "Do you like boxing?"

Old Wei was disinfecting his prosthetic eye when he casually replied, "I like it, but not the kind of boxing where you guys pile stuff on yourself. That's what you young people like to watch. I like watching old-school boxing, the heavyweight kind."

Vito said, "I love watching that too, you mean old-school boxing."

Old Wei was somewhat surprised.

"Whose matches do you enjoy watching?"

Vito said, "I can't remember many names, just Mayweather and Pacquiao and the like."

Old Wei paused, then laughed, "Finding these ancient legends isn't easy. When they retired, Johnny Silverhand hadn't even blown up the Abandoned Tower yet."

After some work, Old Vito cleaned the prosthetic eye and gestured for Vito to lie down in the chair.

"Is this how it begins?" Vito asked.

"Of course not, I still need to check your body to see if the prosthetic eye is compatible. If I turn you into a cyber lunatic, my reputation as an old man will be ruined."

Vito waved his hand to indicate his understanding, and after a thorough examination, Old Vito said...

"You have a really good physique, and you can fit this prosthetic eye of the Crossroads Division very well. I must say, you are very talented. You can find a pair of eyes and install them right away."

Old Viktor poured Vito a glass of beer to take the anesthetic; according to him, this was Viktor's way of getting the anesthetic.

The prosthetic eye surgery was completed quickly. Vito, who had just had the prosthetic eye installed, didn't have time to worry about the frame skipping issue; he saw the notification.

The prosthetic eye is now installed and the panel is open.

Then a UI similar to that in the game appeared, showing the prosthetic body status, street reputation, Euro account, and various levels.

Vito couldn't wait to check his five stats, and as he expected, they were all 20. Vito was now a Super V who was five times more powerful than the initial V-Ten, and his body was legendary from the start.

Although Vito doesn't have Relic and can't crawl out of the garbage dump after being shot in the head, Vito doesn't care. Living legends are pretty good, and after all, Vito's name starts with V.

Chapter 5 Bubbles

After Vito adjusted to the new device for a while, he then took two breaths of the nerve-suppressing aerosol as instructed by his father.

"Thank you, Dr. Viktor. How much?"

Old Wei waved his hand and said.

"Don't call me Dr. Victor, just call me Old Victor. You brought the prosthetic body yourself, it only cost seven hundred euros. I don't even know your name yet, kid."

Vito pulled a large wad of loose bills from his clothes and handed it to Old Vito, saying, "My name is Vito, Old Vito, do you have a ballistic co-processor?"

Old Wei smiled.

"Of course! This is Watson's Chinatown. The Ballistic Co-processor is one of the most sought-after prosthetics. Do you want one installed right now?"

Vito handed all the money he had to Old Vito and asked, "I need it now, is this enough?"

Old Vito counted the money, then gave Vito some back, saying, "We don't need that much. The ballistic coprocessor isn't anything expensive. Let's get started."

The ballistic coprocessor implantation is not a major surgery. Vito was able to watch Vito operate without general anesthesia. I don't know if it was his 20-year-old intelligence at work, but after watching and asking questions, Vito already understood the installation method and execution logic of the ballistic coprocessor.

"Alright Vito, pull out your gun and try it, but don't actually fire it. This is all the stuff I have; if it gets damaged, it'll be hard to open for business."

Vito drew his gun and saw the bullet count in the lower right corner. He ejected two bullets and noticed the change in the bullet count.

"Thank you, Old Wei, you are truly a miracle doctor!"

Old Vito looked at Vito as if he were playing with a new toy, and asked, "You just arrived in Night City? Apart from your brain and the wires being clean, you're in excellent physical condition. You don't seem like a native of Night City."

“Yes, I just arrived yesterday.” Vito put away his gun and then started counting how much money he had left. As he counted, he asked, “Old Vito, could you tell me where I can find work? The kind where you make a living with a gun.”

Old Wei sat down at the tablet and started a boxing match, replying, "You want to join a gang?"

"No, it's the kind of work you do on a per-job basis, you get paid one order at a time."

Old Wei said slowly, “Mercenary? You can check out the Wild Wolf Bar. They have some casual jobs suitable for a newbie like you. In your spare time, you can help out for the owner, Mrs. Wells. She’s a good person. Once you’ve made a name for yourself, you can find a middleman or work for Father Sebastian. He’s the most famous in Haywood.”

Vito thought for a moment, thanked old Vito, and left. Meanwhile, a child sat on the steps in the back alley blowing bubbles, while several homeless men and drug addicts lay sprawled haphazardly in the alley.

Vito thought that blowing bubbles was a rare sight these days, so he went up and asked.

"Hey kid, it's not safe for you to sit here blowing bubbles. Where are your parents?"

The child carefully blew the bubble onto a puddle of puddle and then watched it intently until it burst.

Seeing that the child didn't respond, Vito prepared to leave. But after the bubbles popped, the child said, "Daddy didn't come back after he left. Aunt Meda brought me here to look for Sister Misty. She'll take me to eat pizza later."

Vito stopped and asked.

"Uh, your dad's name is Fredo?"

"Yes."

Vito sat down next to the child: "Do you like blowing bubbles?"

Fredo looked at Vito and said, "I like playing games, especially games like 'Battle of Heywood'."

"What kind of game is that?"

Fredo blew a bunch more bubbles onto the sewage and said, "Being a righteous cop and fighting crime, that's what I love most."

Vito didn't know what to say next; it seemed the child was unaware that his father had been beaten beyond recognition by the police that day.

After thinking for a long time, Vito said something.

"Why aren't you playing now?"

Fredo stared intently at the sewage and said, “Dad used to buy me a device, but then he lost his job, so I sold it to Conte downstairs and gave the money to Dad to buy pizza. Then Dad made this bubble for me. He said he used to play with it like this when he was a kid.”

Vito wanted to slap himself for bringing up the wrong topic, so he changed the subject.

Why are you always staring at the bubbles?

Fredo pointed at the bubbles and said, “The bubbles would be very pretty under these signs. Conte said that the center of Night City is ten times prettier than these bubbles. Although I’ve never seen them, I can imagine them based on the bubbles.”

Vito was speechless. He now felt strangely that the bubbles under the neon lights had an indescribable quality, and his psychic eyes unconsciously magnified to look at them.

Misty had her surgery a long time ago, and Meda is still at the clinic. It seems that the shock was so great that even Misty's relief treatments weren't very effective.

"Come on, kids, your aunt should be done soon. You're going to get some pizza."

Fredo Jr. didn't move.

"Aunt Meda said her conversation with Sister Misty was important and that I couldn't go in or eavesdrop."

Vito fell silent. He needed a psychologist. He took out the euros he had and stuffed them into Fredo's bag, then said.

"Here's a gift for you. When your aunt comes out, you can treat her to something nice to eat. But I have a suggestion: don't go for fried noodles."

After Vito finished speaking, he turned and left, pulling out his gun and quietly threatening the restless homeless men around him as he went.

"Keep your eyes on the ground! If you touch that child or anything in the bag, I'll shoot you!"

Vito felt very uncomfortable. All he had seen all day was the people at the bottom of Night City begging for a living, while the corporation and the cleaners were devouring people.

He desperately needed some relief and to make some money to spend, as he had nothing on him except two submachine guns and a pistol.

Where to begin?

I've got it. First, I'll go find my old friend, Dr. Peng. That bastard charged me five euros to look in the mirror and then sent the cleaners to arrest me.

Vito now intends to seize every single euro from Dr. Banton and then fire bullets into his sewers.

After Vito left, Fredo blew the biggest bubble he had ever blown. It slowly floated down into the air and landed steadily on the sewage, forming a semicircle. It was absolutely beautiful under the neon lights. Perhaps this was what Conte meant by ten times more beautiful.

Fredo reached out his hand to touch the bubble, wanting to feel its beauty. But the moment his fingers touched it, the bubble burst, as if it had never existed. All he saw was a puddle of filth.

"Come on, baby, we're going to get something to eat. What kind of pizza do you want?"

Fredo jumped up from the steps and went over to hug Aunt Meda's leg, saying...

"Auntie, this time it's my turn to treat you. We'll also pack some wontons for Dad, his favorite kind."

Chapter 6 Full

boom!

"Hello Dr. Jianpeng, business is so good outside, why did you close down? How much money are you losing?"

Vito kicked the black-clad doctor aside and pressed the gun against the head of the surgeon who was cleaning the operating table.

Dr. Jianpeng was clearly very surprised by Vito's arrival.

"You shouldn't be, you shouldn't be..."

"Shouldn't I have been brought here by the cleaners? You son of a bitch! Don't you have any medical ethics? I came here for a haircut, I paid for it, and you sent the cleaners to kill me? And look at your damn five euros in that broken mirror!"

Dr. Jianpeng had unusually tidied up his messy room, but Vito had arrived. However, things were a little off; Vito should have come in lying down.

"Calm down, calm down, I don't know what you're talking about. I'll refund your money for looking in the mirror, I'll refund it!"

Vito dragged Dr. Jianpeng to the computer, slammed his head on the table, and demanded, "Transfer your money to me, and then find those scavenging dogs who go around stealing people's excrement. I want to see which dog wants to eat my flesh!"

Seeing that his plan had been completely exposed, Dr. Kanefumi had no choice but to resort to threats, saying, "You'd better let me go now. Let me tell you, those who came looking for you are just a few small fry. We have a lot of people, and some of them have military-grade prosthetics. Your bullets can't even penetrate them. We also know some big shots in Arasaka. Don't go looking for trouble!"

boom!

Vito shot the doctor through the calf.

"What kind of big shots do you think you, a piece of filthy trash who doesn't even take a shower, would know? I'll give you one more chance, or the next bullet will be right in your head!"

Dr. Jianpeng was out of options, so he had no choice but to transfer all his money to Vito.

"Damn it, only 1741? You're fucking kidding me!"

Dr. Jianpeng now regrets not having a pain regulator installed, he could only say through the pain.

"I just received a new shipment, and I'm broke right now. Besides, look at this shabby place of mine, it's full of counterfeit goods. How could I possibly have any money?"

Vito grabbed the doctor by the head, shoved the gun barrel into his face, and said, "Where are the cleaners? Give those bastards their places!"

Dr. Jianpeng smelled gunpowder smoke. He was afraid the next bullet would hit him in the head, but he was even more afraid that the Cleaners would find out he had betrayed them and then he would be hollowed out.

Vito was somewhat surprised to see that Dr. Jianpeng remained silent. Were the people of Night City so tough?

Vito fired another shot into Dr. Kenpo's thigh, then continued to press, "Either tell me, or die. I can slowly wear you down until you bleed to death!"

The first time Dr. Jianpeng felt such resentment towards himself was in Night City. Damn the NCPD, with this madman's gunshots so loud, didn't any concerned citizens call the police?

Oh, right, calling the police costs money, damn the new NCPD rule!

“We communicated via email. Their boss is called Dof, and he has many men under him. If you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened!”

Vito released Dr. Ponte, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a bullet ripped open his skull.

Vito now needs to figure out how to get rid of these scavengers.

Suddenly, Vito's prosthetic eye caught sight of a medical kit. The kit was ordinary, containing only some medical supplies, but it looked different to Vito. He saw the word "disassemble" on it.

Vito picked up a bottle of Power Tonic and tried to disassemble it. His hands flew across the page, and a few seconds later he obtained a Tier 1 item component.

"Holy crap, that's awesome!"

Vito then shifted his gaze to the computer. The computer, which was originally encrypted, was completely unprotected to Vito. He connected to the computer and used his level 20 technical skills to crack it, and soon obtained all the information.

Dove is the head of a scavenger gang with about thirty members. Dove does have a business relationship with the company, but he is not an Arasaka partner. He only helps some companies dig up prosthetic bodies from unemployed people and secretly kidnaps some people to do his job as a scavenger.

There are at least several thousand of these gangs in Night City. Dr. Kenpo also lied; even Doff doesn't have a military-grade prosthetic body. At most, a few of them have subcutaneous armor and mantis knives.

Vito sent an email to Dov under the guise of Dr. Ponte.

"Hey, your guys messed up. That guy's back in my shop now, with one of your henchmen's leaders, yelling that I should gouge out his prosthetic eye and take it. I'm keeping him occupied for now. Send more men over. I suspect this guy's a lunatic!"

Upon receiving the email, Doff sent a message to several of his men, instructing them to go to the delivery station. A company employee who had been in a car accident arrived, his prosthetic body being a company product.

Before long, the six cleaners arrived at the camp. The door of the camp was kicked open, and they all became alert, drawing their guns and slowly sneaking into the camp.

They slowly made their way to the office and saw Dr. Kenpong's body. One of them went forward to check on Dr. Kenpong's condition, while the others scanned the surroundings for anything unusual.