Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

"A force without guidance can only bring chaos. Even the Assassin's Creed, which has been passed down for thousands of years, cannot control this force. How can you guarantee that the people here won't turn their swords against the civilians they once struggled alongside?"

Vito was also somewhat bewildered at this moment.

"They're exploited to death by the company, don't they think about rebelling against the company first?"

Shay put the flintlock pistol away.

“I have seen many people who fawn over the strong but do the worst things to the weak.”

They have already internalized the idea that power can never be defeated. If they ever gain power, I think they will not hesitate to betray their humble origins and become accomplices of the powerful.

Vito fell silent, limiting himself to thinking about other people in the world from his own perspective.

Shay looked out the car window at the neon lights, curious about this unfamiliar scenery.

“Vito, power must be controlled by thought. Go and unite some people first. Whether it’s the Templars or the Assassin Brotherhood, their organizations are tightly united.”

As for the power-generating chip you mentioned, I think this magical world should be able to place a pioneer's idea inside the chip, using it as a scabbard to control the power.

I'll rest for a while; I'm not used to these strange lights. I'll say goodbye when I leave.

After saying that, Shay disappeared from Vito's mind.

Dutch is always talking incessantly, and Vito likes to forcibly lock him in a dark room, while Shay consciously leaves, giving Vito time to think.

Just then, a small car sped past the truck.

"There are more and more people driving without following traffic rules in this Night City!"

Vito made a comment.

Vito didn't recognize that the 2077 City Mercenary was driving without license plates, so he didn't recognize it as Vincent's car.

Valerie's everyday prosthetic body was completely shut down by Arasaka, causing serious problems with her circulatory and respiratory systems. Fortunately, in the end, the old Vizier, a skilled healer, brought Valerie back to Night City.

"Another old story of a company killing its customers after they've served their purpose? Be glad you're still alive, young lady."

Old Vie handed beer to Vincent and Jack, then spoke to Valerie who had just woken up.

"Ugh, damn it, my head hurts so much!"

Valerie held her forehead, her face contorted in pain.

"I replaced your company's hacking system, so headaches are normal."

After Old Vie finished speaking, Valerie paused for a moment and asked him for a bottle of beer.

"Thank you, doctor. I'll transfer the money to you later."

"Just call me Old Wei. I heard about what happened from Jack. Logically, those companies should have frozen your account as well."

Old Wei opened the beer bottle and handed it to Valerie.

“I listened to Vito and opened a new account. Damn, it’s like he knew I’d end up like this.”

Old Wei sat back down at the table.

“I haven’t seen him for a while. I don’t know where he’s made friends. A few days ago, a family from Dogtown came to have their child undergo surgery. Vito said he would put it on his tab.”

"Dogtown?"

Jack was puzzled.

"Are those people Vito's friends?"

"They don't seem like it. The family looks like honest and upright people, and they're a bit shy. They probably wouldn't have any dealings with mercenaries. The big guy who brought them here seems to be on good terms with Vito."

Vincent finished a bottle of beer and then said.

"Could Vito really be in Taiping State? I thought he was joking. He's been gone for almost two months, it's about time he came back."

When the old man opened the boxing match video, he answered casually.

“He won’t just abandon you and leave. A while ago, a young girl came all the way here asking if I knew where Vito was. When she didn’t get an answer, she did some maintenance on the gorilla’s arm and left.”

"A gorilla's arm?"

Jack thought about the people he knew.

"It must be David's friend, Rebecca. What's that girl doing still in Night City?"

"Hey everyone, could you please give me another beer? My head still hurts."

Valerie cried out weakly from her operating chair.

"Headaches can't be cured by drinking alcohol. Now take some pain-relieving inhaler, it's right next to your left."

Old Vivi pointed the pain-relieving aerosol to Valerie, who picked it up and took two puffs.

"I think you should leave now. Don't disturb the patient's rest. Her surgery is quite significant, and she'll need some time to recover."

"Alright, Valerie, Vincent and I are off now. Goodbye, old Vivi."

"goodbye!"

Jack took out his phone and asked Yi Si if she wanted to go for a drive tonight.

Vincent didn't know how to make light bulbs, so he drove home first.

……

At this moment, at the Night City Airport.

A fat, dark-skinned man got into a car heading into the city.

Inside the car, the fat, dark-skinned man lit a cigar, his blond arms standing out conspicuously under the neon lights.

"Ah~ Night City, I said I would come back, Oleg, have you made contact with Rhino and T-bug yet?"

The bodyguard Oleg, who was driving, answered in a muffled voice.

"Rhino is in Pacific State now. T-bug is out of contact. I heard from the streets that she quit."

"She quit? Interesting. Looks like she made a fortune. Let's head to Taiping Prefecture then."

Chapter 151 Do You Feel It

"No, it's Hansen's stuff, hurry up and transfer the money."

The truck arrived in Taiping State, where people in plainclothes were already ready to receive the goods. Hansen seemed very afraid that military technology would turn against them this time and was trying his best not to let the situation escalate.

He needs to go through several processes to get this thing working.

"Don't worry, we're not a state-owned enterprise like military technology companies. We'll pay you in installments over twenty years. Even if you die, the money won't be all paid off."

Leon Lindell ordered his men to cut out the hidden heavy armor.

Leon Linder was responsible for handing over the reins to Vito. Linder was an insecure person, and such people need a mentor to guide them correctly during their growth.

Unfortunately, when he was young, he didn't have a coach to encourage him to play ball, nor did he have an uncle named Ben to teach him how to be a good person. All he had was a recruitment poster for military technology.

Harboring fantasies about military technology and the army, the hothead plunged headlong into a bloodbath. Over the years, he had killed many people, but after following Hansen, he finally experienced what it felt like to be valued, a feeling the rascal had never experienced before.

Oh, by the way, this chapter is fully sponsored by the Netherhound Squad of Dog Town. Although everyone in Dog Town is poor, we live with our heads held high. Dude, join us, you definitely won't regret it!

Linder had his men transfer the goods, the military technology truck was destroyed on the spot, and then he tossed Vito a square-shaped coin brick.

"Cash transaction, that's what the colonel specifically said."

Vito tossed the euro in his hand a few times.

"Hansen's idea is very thoughtful. Okay, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Vito didn't care what happened afterward, nor did he care which unfortunate person the robot would turn into a horror game. Anyway, until the building collapsed, these were all minor matters.

It's 2077 now. Shay is right. He needs to gather some people around him. In the past, he always felt that it was more convenient to do things alone and that he wouldn't be watched by the company. But the reality is that even if he strangled Saburo Arasaka, he would still need someone to help him take Saburo away as a bodyguard.

Vito and Li Ying drove back to Dogtown in a dangerous vehicle.

Several new recruits of the Ghost Hounds watched Vito's car drive away and sighed.

"He can make so much money just by driving a truck over. It's fucking easy money for him! I wish I could take on this kind of work."

Two sergeants from the Ghost Dogs came over and reprimanded the new recruits.

"Get the hell out there and drive the truck with the cargo! If an idiot like you were driving, you'd be turned into a canned car by the military tech guys!"

The recruits hunched over and quickly got into the off-road vehicle, following Hansen's cargo.

One of his men came over to report to Linder.

"There was a conflict during the delivery process, resulting in significant losses of military technology. The crew of the five hovercraft were killed, and now the Vortex Gang is openly selling off these spoils of war."

Linder nodded and then sent a report to Colonel Hansen as well.

……

Joynias's life has become much easier. The neighbor's child has had surgery. Although he will not be able to get any more prosthetics, at least his life has been saved, right?

He currently owes Vito a large sum of money, but he will try his best to take on some jobs to pay off the debt and then repay Vito one last time.

In Dogtown, someone who doesn't scheme against you is already considered a good person. You wouldn't even dare to write about someone like Vito in a fairy tale, for fear that children would have unrealistic fantasies about this city.

"Hey, Big Joe, why did you only eat three bowls today? Did you have a poor appetite? Or was the food just not good today?"

The fried noodle stall owner looked at Da Qiao curiously; he always paid close attention to his regular customers.

Big Joe was fiddling with a mobile terminal with his head down. Today, he had found a high-level money chip in the body of a victim during a job, and he was now trying to decrypt the chip.

"It's okay, I'm waiting for my friend. I might have work to do, and eating too much isn't good for me."

"Okay! Then I'm relieved."

The friend Joe was waiting for was Vito, who asked Joe to wait in their usual spot at the stadium because he needed Joe's help with something.

This job must be difficult, but those who owe money are too embarrassed to be picky.

After yet another failed attempt to decrypt, Da Qiao placed the mobile device on the dining table; he was simply not good at such technical matters.

Snapped!

A hand patted him on the back.

"Have you been waiting long? Have you eaten yet?"

Vito's voice rang out; he tossed a cigarette to Big Joe and sat down at the stall.

"It didn't take long, only about the time it takes to eat three bowls of noodles."

"Three bowls? Are you sick?"

Vito appeared to care about Joe, but was actually teasing him about his large appetite.

"Let's not talk about that. Tell me, what are you going to do? Give me a straight answer. If it's a suicide mission, I'll be prepared."

Vito didn't answer Joe's question; he looked at the mobile terminal on the table.

"Oh, a gold chip? Where did you steal it?"

"What stealing! It's picking up... no, it's making money!"

"You made money?"

Vito picked up the terminal, removed the money chip, and decrypted it.

"Which client is so wicked as to deliberately give our big guy Joe a securely encrypted money chip to make money? He's notoriously dim-witted."

"Get lost! Why do you always say things that hit people where it hurts? I still prefer Vito when we first met."

Vito quickly decrypted the code and tossed the money chip to Big Joe.

"There's five thousand in there, that's impressive. From which company's dog's pocket did you earn that?"

Big Joe blew on the chip, then inserted it into his brain and transferred the money into his account.

"I guessed pretty much right, it's a pocket, but the pants inside."

"Depend on!"

Vito disgustedly wiped his hands on Big Joe's clothes.

"Let's go. I'll sell the empty chips first, then we'll go somewhere less crowded. You can tell me what you want me to do then."