Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Mann's squad stared blankly as Vito finished reading, then fired, sending the cyber madman on his way.

Vito turned his head and looked at Mann's team again. He noticed that Pira was missing, and his prosthetic eye swept over the body lying in the sewage.

The corpse's hands were very long, clearly modified; it was obvious that Pira was dead.

This was the first time Vito had seen a good person he knew die in front of him. Although he and Pila had only met a few times, he could tell that Pila was not a bad person.

David often talks to himself about the team. Pila is the team's ray of sunshine and technical expert. Both siblings have kind hearts.

He couldn't reveal that he was Blockhead to Mann's team, but he also couldn't just stand by and watch Pira's body lie in the filth.

Vito's Eastern soul led him to believe that when a friend passed away, he had to lend a hand with the funeral arrangements.

He walked over to Pira's headless body and dragged Pira out of the stinking puddle.

Mann's squad reacted quickly and rushed toward Pira's body.

"Thanks."

Mann thanked the blocky-headed man.

Vito nodded and then left.

Qiwei stared thoughtfully at the square-headed man's retreating figure.

Finally, Mann's team collected Pira's body and disappeared into the shadows of Night City.

……

Vito returned to the H10 apartment building and left 300 euros in cash in his car, which reeked of urine. After all, Vito felt rather embarrassed about damaging someone else's car like that.

Vito took a shower after returning home and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Jack dialed Vito's number.

"Hey, Vito, are you up yet?"

Vito struggled to open his eyelids and replied.

"What do you think? What's the matter so early in the morning?"

Jack hesitated.

"It's nothing, there's just something I feel I need to tell you."

Seeing Jack's hesitant manner, Vito asked.

"You didn't hit my car, did you?"

Jack shook his head.

"No, hey! Do you remember the girl we rescued from that sunglasses-themed dream factory? The one I sent back!"

Vito thought for a moment and nodded.

"Do you remember? Is she feeling better? I remember she had many cuts and bruises."

Jack was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"She's dead. It was suicide, right in her own home. Her neighbor called the police. Misty and I met her neighbor last night, and the old lady told us about it."

Vito remained silent for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"I wish you were telling me that you hit my car!"

Tragedy unfolds in Night City every day, and what's most tragic is that these tragedies seem to come up with new twists every now and then.

Is it beautiful? Of course it is. The neon lights of the high-rise buildings in Haywood, Westbrook, and the city center have often replaced the stars in people's minds.

Does it stink? Absolutely. Every day, the stench that seems to come out of nowhere is enough to make you faint. You can only relieve the strange smell by lighting a cigarette.

Is it a city of death? Yes, if there isn't bloodshed and a lot of deaths every day, then aliens must have landed. The daily death toll is already staggering, but that doesn't even include the deaths that weren't reported. Some people die and nobody even knows.

Is it a city of hope? Yes, Night City is an ideal place in the hearts of countless people. It is full of opportunities and has its own set of rules. Many people who love Night City often say, "In Night City, you have to..."

Vito lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He realized with a clear understanding that the thugs and street cleaners on the streets could not be eliminated. If the city was not changed, all sorts of gangs and even more despicable street cleaners would continue to emerge.

beep~ beep~

It was David calling.

Vito answered the phone and saw that David looked terrible.

"Hey David, what's wrong?"

David paused, then forced out the words through gritted teeth, his voice choked with emotion.

"Pira is dead."

Vito could tell that David was trying his best to hold back his grief and wanted to talk to someone about his emotions.

"I'm so sorry. How did he pass away?"

"A cyber madman shot him in the head. No reason, no motive, no grudge. He just went crazy. But that's how he killed Pila."

Although he already knew that Pira was dead, Vito couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity upon hearing the reason for his death, and the ridiculous state of this world.

A person dies just like that, regardless of personal grudges, money, or reputation; it's simply one person killing another, and the person labeled as the murderer kills someone as casually as taking a piss.

"Has his body been sent?"

"Tonight, Rebecca and Kevy have already had their urns prepared, and Dorio has bought a niche for their ashes at the cemetery."

Vito paused after listening.

"May I go to the farewell ceremony?"

David nodded.

"I think Mann and Rebecca would be happy to have you come."

"Okay, see you tonight."

The funeral farewell in Night City isn't as elaborate, because a person may leave this world for various reasons or accidents, but the living will always do their best to preserve the last bit of dignity for the deceased.

Mann's team placed Pila's urn into the columbarium, and after the ceremony, a projected message appeared on the wall that belonged to Pila.

You are my family, my comrade-in-arms, a part of my life.

—Pira

Coincidentally, Vito saw the niche of the girl he had saved next to Pira's niche; he had only learned her name that morning.

When you're in hell, death may be the only escape.

—Apollonia

……

While some people grieve over misfortune, others in the city actively seek it out.

"Stop, stop, stop! You're fucking fake! You're a blockhead! Not a thug! Hold your hand tight! Damn it, no audience will buy into a Mewtwo filmed like this!"

After Jotaro Seiho's "Cube Head" series became a huge hit, many people started making pirated versions, such as the pirated version of "Black Super Dream," which sounds rather ironic.

A few young men wanted to try something unconventional: they would impersonate Blockhead and go to some small gang strongholds to photograph Mewtwo. As long as Mewtwo didn't die, they could make a fortune.

The unfortunate guy dressed as a blockhead kept inhaling glitter to numb himself, and his companion handed him an Overture revolver.

"Listen, this gun's shape has been modified to look almost like the blocky-headed one. When you go in, just start shooting. Kill as many as you can. It has to be exciting, understand?"

The fake cube head took another deep drag on the glitter.

"There aren't many people inside, are there? I can't take a bullet!"

His companion snatched the fake cube-headed glitter from him and then shoved him.

"Don't worry, I've checked. There are definitely no more than five Tiger Claw Gang members inside. Let's go!"

The fake cube-headed man gripped his gun tightly, then opened the stronghold gate and rushed inside.

Then he was dumbfounded; it wasn't the Tiger Claw Gang inside, but a team of Arasaka agents.

Da da da!

An agent fired a three-round burst from a genuine HGSH18 rifle, and the fake cube-shaped man's life ended there.