Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

After getting used to the device, Vito took a few breaths of the nerve-suppressing aerosol as instructed by his father.

"Thanks, Dr. Victor. 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, 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 coprocessor?"

Old Wei smiled.

"Of course! This is Watson's Chinatown, and the ballistic coprocessor is one of the most sought-after prosthetics. 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."

Implanting a ballistic coprocessor isn't a major surgery. Vito was able to watch Vito operate without general anesthesia. Perhaps it was his 20-year-old intelligence at work, but after watching and asking questions, Vito already knew how the ballistic coprocessor was installed and how it operated.

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

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

"Thank you so much, Old Wei! You're truly a miracle worker!"

Old Vito watched Vito like he was playing with a new toy and asked, "You just arrived in Night City? Apart from your brain and the connection cable being completely clean, your physical condition is also excellent. This doesn't seem like something a Night City native would do."

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday." Vito put his gun away and 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, opened the boxing match app, and replied, "You want to join a gang?"

"No, it's the kind of job you take on odd jobs and get paid per order."

Old Vince slowly said, "Hiring mercenaries? You could 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 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 the clinic. When he came out, he saw a child sitting on the steps of the back alley blowing bubbles. Several homeless people and drug addicts were lying haphazardly in the back 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 a bubble onto a puddle of dirty water and stared at it intently until the bubble burst.

Seeing that the child didn't respond, Vito was about to leave when the bubbles finished popping and the child said, "Daddy didn't come back after he went out, so Aunt Meda brought me here to look for Sister Misty. She'll take me to eat pizza later."

Vito stopped and asked.

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

"Yes."

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

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

"What type 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?"

Little Fredo stared intently at the sewage and said, "Dad used to buy me equipment, but then he lost his job, so I sold the equipment 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 like this when he was a kid."

Vito wanted to slap himself for bringing up such a sensitive topic, so he could only change the subject.

Why are you always staring at the bubbles?

Fredo pointed at the bubbles and said, "The bubbles will be very pretty under these light 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 these bubbles."

Vito was speechless. He now had a strange feeling 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 was still at the clinic. It seems that the shock was so great that even Misty's relief treatment had no effect.

"Come on, kid, your aunt should be done soon. You two should go 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 mental health representative. He took out the euros he had on him, stuffed them into Fredo's bag, and 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 as he went and quietly threatening the restless homeless men around him.

"Keep your eyes glued to the ground! If you touch that child or the things 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, and the corporation and the cleaners eating 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 had the cleaners come and arrest me.

Vito now wants to seize every single euro from the part-time doctor and then shoot bullets into his drain.

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

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

"Come on, honey, 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.

"Auntie, this time it's my turn to treat you. We'll also pack a portion of Dad's favorite wontons."