Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

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 stall. Originally, Vito wanted to replace his digestive system, but seeing the terrible environment of this shady clinic, he gave up the idea.

The doctor named Kenpo 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 went into the clinic's restroom and found the mirror completely dark. He exclaimed.

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

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

Vito reluctantly left the bathroom, handed the doctor five euros in cash, and then asked the doctor to open the mirror.

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

Vito walked out of the shady clinic satisfied.

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

"Hey! What's up? I don't think today is a delivery day."

The doctor, lowering his voice, replied, "We've won the lottery! I just had a customer!"

"Saburo Arasaka came to your place? For a shabby clinic like yours, getting a few secondhand prosthetics is a real treat!"

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

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

Dr. Kenpo exclaimed excitedly, "It's not a company product, it's the original, you know? It doesn't have any prosthetics at all, it's all solid, fleshy flesh!"

After a moment of silence, the person on the other end asked, "Could he be a young master from some 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 clinic. He came in to get a new haircut, so I can't pinpoint his location. You guys hurry up and search for him in this area. He's wearing an old-fashioned rock mask."

The person on the other end was breathing heavily and said, "If this works out, you'll definitely get your share of the profits. I'll send my men to your location right away!"

The person on the other end of the phone was a cleaning crew leader. They were keen on taking out people's prosthetic bodies and selling them for money. This business was a rare big deal for them. A healthy set of sewers was enough for those companies to pay a lot of money for it.

A team of 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 make some legitimate business to assemble a set of Paths Eye devices for himself.

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 cyberpsychotic?"

"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 mad by life."

At this moment, a middle-aged woman who recognized 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 his soul's cries 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 gaunt middle-aged man crying on the hood of a car, so they canceled the call for the Terrorist Response Team.

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

"Please don't hurt Fredo! He's just emotionally unstable. 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? He's practically wrecked my car!"

A tall criminal police officer replied.

"Get out of here, and don't you dare try to order the NCPD around!"

The car owner got angry as soon as he heard that.

"Damn it, I work in Arasaka! You NCPD guys better watch out, I'll file a complaint against you!"

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

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

At that moment, a Terrorist Mobile Squadron airship flew over, scanned Fredo, and then opened the hatch in mid-air. A member of the squadron casually fired half a magazine at Fredo with an assault rifle, then closed the hatch and left the scene.

Poor Fredo was swept 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 mad.

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

After walking for a while, he saw three men 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 men behind him quickly followed.

The three cleaners hurriedly followed Vito as he turned into the alley. One cleaner was knocked down by a bottle as soon as he entered the alley. The sound of breaking glass was followed by the sound of pistols firing in unison. A series of rapid shots at close range killed one cleaner, while the other quickly hid behind a trash can.

After adjusting his pain-relieving 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 was unable to retaliate against the Scavenger for a while. He had just observed that there was only one Scavenger left. He thought about going out and fighting the bullets like in the game, but he was not sure if his unmodified stock body could withstand the bullets from the submachine gun and heal.

click!

The sound of a submachine gun firing from an empty magazine came through. Vito seized the opportunity to slide to the body of the scavenger who had been shot in the head, trying to grab the Shigure submachine gun. However, the remaining man was reloading quickly, and he had almost finished changing the magazine.

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

Vito gasped for breath in the terrible air of Night City. These scavengers were hardly any decent workers, lacking even basic camouflage. Vito was wounded in the stomach by a bullet that had penetrated through him, while the scavenger was dead, shot in the chest.

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

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