Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Mrs. Wells treated Vito like her own son and Li Ying like her own daughter-in-law. This family dinner brought Li Ying, who had been away from home for a long time, a long-lost warmth.

After the meal, everyone cleaned up the table together. It couldn't be left for the old lady to do it all by herself.

At 8 p.m., the brand-new Wild Wolf Bar opened. As soon as you enter, you can see two big wolf heads hanging from the ceiling. Although the people who come to drink don't quite understand this kind of decoration, it's Wild Wolf, so what's wrong with having two wolf heads?

The entire bar's walls were completely renovated and painted with tarot cards, a total of twenty-two. The bar counter was renovated, all the tables and chairs on the first floor were replaced, and the booths on the second floor were designed into small private rooms for greater privacy.

Next to the bar where Jack used to sit, he hung up some digital photo frames with pictures of Vito and Jack together, and pictures of the Wells family.

Jack seemed unusually sentimental today; he often stared blankly at a certain spot in the bar.

Vito suggested opening a couple of bottles to celebrate, and everyone agreed. At that moment, Jack mysteriously went to his garage and took out a bottle of tequila.

"This is the first batch of this wine we're drinking today. There aren't many of it in the whole world. An old lady in Mexico sold it to me. She said that the recipe for 'Hundred Wine God' was hers, but it was stolen!"

Everyone knew that this bottle of wine was of great significance to Jack, so they all savored this precious wine carefully.

Just then, a woman walked into the bar, went straight to the bar counter, and asked Peppy.

"I have a request. Where is the middleman here?"

"Just tell me, and I'll help you find someone suitable."

"Drive me to the outskirts of the city. I'll send you the location once you find the person. You need to be a good driver, preferably a homeless person."

Pepi nodded.

Please leave a name.

"Angel Bishop".

After Chapter 86, there was no return journey.

"The famous creator of Mewtwo, Jimi Heisaki, has been confirmed dead."

Jimmy Kurosaki was attacked inside the DreamWorks studio. When the trauma team arrived, he had already lost vital signs. This is the seventeenth murder of a Platinum member this month. The trauma company has not yet issued a direct response.

"Tch, these rich people have been killed like dogs lately too. I think this is what you call fair!"

Kim Yeon, disguised as Angel Bishop, sat silently at the food stall, waiting for her synthetic noodles to be served.

A bowl of spicy noodles was placed in front of her.

"What's wrong? Is something on your mind? Don't think so much. At least you get a salary in the NCPD, which is much better than us! Everyone's doing it, so just turn a blind eye and keep it quiet."

Kim Yeon nodded without saying anything, and lowered her head to eat her noodles.

The stall owner then served her another plate of slow-cooked dumplings.

"You don't look quite right. Here, let me give you some [something]. I'm so glad I didn't get overturned. My daughter messaged me a few days ago saying she's going to work at a company! I heard it's Zeta Technology!"

Kim Yeon was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal.

After finishing her meal, she picked up the NCPD police cap that was placed to the side and put it on.

"Don't go to Zeta Technology, she won't survive there."

"Huh? Why?"

The stall owner was confused and wanted to ask more questions, but Jin Yan had already walked away.

After walking through two streets, Kim Yeon found a thug.

"I'm here to see Jimmy."

The thug sized her up, opened the door, and gave her a sidelong glance.

"Inside, on the second floor."

Kim Yeon walked into the narrow apartment building corridor and went up the stairs that were seeping with an unknown liquid, where she saw two doormen.

"Jimmy is waiting for you, come in."

As if afraid that Kim Yeon would do something reckless, the two of them straightened the shotguns slung across their chests.

"Please sit down, officer. I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Jimmy has dark skin, and even with a translator, his speech still has an accent.

"Xiao An, I've read all your requirements. To be honest, it's not easy to find the right person."

Jimmy looked at Kim Yeon with a smile.

"I'll pay more, but don't go too far. If you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Jimmy's face broke into a wide smile.

"That makes sense, but nobody in this area is faster than me! The person I found is an expert; he was just born at the wrong time, otherwise he would have been a part of blasting up the abandoned mountain tower back then!"

Bombing the abandoned tower?

Kim Yeon couldn't understand why Jimmy would bring up something from decades ago to praise his people.

What she didn't understand was that every Santo Domingo person had a blood feud with Arasaka, and every Santo Domingo family had a member who fell ill because of Arasaka's secret sewage discharge. Therefore, many Santo Domingos hated the Arasaka Company to the core.

"I need a driver, not a terrorist who's going to blow up the tower!"

Jimmy's eyes flickered, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Of course, of course. Your driver is from the Bate family. He's an excellent driver. That's how they make a living as wanderers."

Kim Yeon nodded, gave Jimmy a gold chip, and then spoke.

"Tomorrow, pick me up at the location I give you. The time cannot be off, or you won't be able to afford the consequences!"

"Of course. Now that we've finished talking, would you like to have a drink before you go?"

Kim Yeon ignored Jimmy and turned to leave Jimmy's apartment office.

As soon as Kim Yeon left, Jimmy's smile vanished without a trace. He frowned and called out the bodyguard at the door.

"Who arranged this for that bitch?"

The bodyguard answered immediately.

"It's Vincent. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Tell Vincent to arrive on time, then send someone out of the city first to wait for this bitch!"

"Okay!"

Just as the bodyguard was about to turn and leave, Jimmy called out to him.

"Take everyone with you!"

The bodyguard didn't understand, but chose to respect it; he nodded and left the room.

Jimmy poured himself a glass of wine, and a closer look would reveal that his fingertips were trembling slightly.

He picked up his wine glass, then lay back in his office chair, looking around at the old, peeling paint on the walls, the flickering, malfunctioning colored lights, and the faded graffiti on the album cover of the Samurai band.

"Damn it, in this world, you have to wait in line to be a bad guy, and if you're a good guy, you're either broke or dead!"

He downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, as if he had made up his mind.

He wasn't simply looking to double-cross someone; he realized that Angel Bishop was no longer the real person.

He and Angel grew up in the Santo Domingo neighborhood. Angel's younger brother had drunk unclean water and ended up with his braids sticking up in bed. Angel always hated Arasaka.

They hung out together for a while, during which Angel kept telling him about Johnny Silver Hand blowing up Arasaka Tower, and they listened to Samurai Band songs together.

As Jimmy grew older, he went to work as a mule for the gang, delivering stimulants, and lost contact with Angel.

Last year, he heard that Angel had become an NCPD and was taking good care of her neighbors. He thought Angel was a good person and hadn't forgotten her roots.

He had also heard that Angel was not well-liked in the NCPD, and that she was too stubborn. When Angel approached him for help finding a driver, he thought that Angel had been killed by an assassin hired by her colleagues in the NCPD, and that she had to flee Night City. After all, such things were more common than food poisoning.

But when they first met, Jimmy realized that Angel seemed unfamiliar with him. At first, he thought there was a sad, thick barrier between them, but then she said that the terrorists who bombed the barren tower were the ones who exposed the truth.

Jimmy barely suppressed the urge to draw his gun as he spoke to the woman dressed as Angel.

"Damn it, I told you no one would care even if you died! You looked down on me for working for the Sixth Street Gang as a police dog for the CCP, and now look what's happened, I have to avenge you! Damn it!"

Jimmy poured himself some more alcohol, and then simply chug the whole bottle down his throat.

His eyes were glistening with tears as he murmured to himself.

"You're a complete idiot, fucking idiot, and so am I!"

Jimmy didn't have many friends when he was little, and all his good friends are dead now. Angel is the last one. Although Jimmy doesn't know where the real Angel Bishop is, if someone with her face is going to run away, Angel is almost certainly dead in some stinky ditch.

"You fucking look down on me? Do you think I wanted to? Damn it, the old man sucked himself to death, and I still have to carry their schoolbags every day. What a waste of my time!"

After finishing his drink, he shouted for the bodyguards outside the door.

"Bring me some wine!"

The bodyguards didn't know what was wrong with Jimmy, so they quickly bought some alcohol and brought it up.

Jimmy grabbed a handful of gold chips and threw them to the bodyguard.

"We've divided it among the brothers. Once Vincent has taken control of the group, we'll see what happens!"

Chapter 87 Hostile to Reality

There weren't many people at the bus stop today, so Gloria set off on the bus.

"Vito, little Chapman looks so ugly in this!"

"Little Cha, you don't understand, this is called the aesthetics of violence!"

Vito was getting a prosthetic body fitted for Cha; he had a plan to teach those corporate dogs who came knocking a lesson.

The arrogant corporate dog was convinced that the blockhead was Solomon Reed and even planned an ambush, so Vito was going to kill Arasaka's corporate dog.

"Vito, if you turn my hands into machine guns, how am I supposed to get dressed?"

Little Cha was quite helpless. He had recently developed a desire to wear nice clothes, but Vito's modifications made his whole machine look bulging.

"Don't worry, Cha, your baby is all in your head. At worst, I'll make you a few more bodies, the kind with synthetic lungs, so you can smoke. How awesome would that be?"

Little Cha nodded and began to imagine himself smoking a cigarette, imitating Brad Pitt in the movie.

Under Vito's influence these past few days, Cha has also become a fan of classic movies.

"The famous creator of Mewtwo, Jimi Hesaki, has been confirmed dead."

Vito paused, thinking.

“Jimmy Kurosaki, that golden-nosed guy, how could he…”

They were busy in the operating room, while Gloria outside was doing the accounts. She shook her head with a wry smile. Recently, Vito had been saving most of his money for Chauvin; he seemed to be someone who couldn't save money.

But Gloria was relieved; it was safer to put those things on Cha than for Vito to put them on himself.

"Ding dong, ding dong, is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Gloria knew it was Li Ying before she even looked up.

"Are you done?"

With her hands behind her back, Li Ying approached Gloria mysteriously.

"I'm all done. There was only one car today, and with the help of the robotic arm, I fixed it in two hours."

Liying placed an exquisite handmade car model next to the computer; it was something she had made in her spare time using materials from the auto repair shop.

"Dangdang! This is for your son, I hope he likes it!"

Gloria couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha! Liying, my son is already nineteen years old, hahaha!"

Li Ying gave an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry, Gloria, you look too young. I thought your son was still a child.”