Minecraft: I'm Really Not a Monster

"Kid, are you deaf?"

The guy holding the gun and pointing it at Yang Tao suddenly felt his profession was being insulted.

Immediately, he aimed at Yang Tao's thigh and pulled the trigger.

Bang…

The outdated gunpowder weapon spat out a wisp of white smoke, and a bullet flew out of the barrel.

Before the bullet could even reach him, a thick palm was already waiting, and with a gentle pinch, the lead bullet was crushed in his hand.

Of course, this was Yang Bo's perspective.

But in the black man's eyes, after he pulled the trigger, the bullet appeared in the other person's hand. Even his mechanical eyes couldn't see the other person's movements clearly.

It was as if that hand had always been there.

The black strongman didn't hesitate at all. He turned around and ran into the dark alley, but as soon as he turned, he saw that the man was standing in front of him.

The expression on his face froze.

"Now, let's switch roles."

Yang Bo smiled and snatched the other person's pistol, pointing it at the other person's dark and shiny forehead.

"Want to bet whether there are bullets in this gun?"

"Yes… Yes!"

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Bang!

A bullet flew out of the barrel, lost its momentum after hitting the oily skin on the other person's forehead, and fell down.

A trickle of blood flowed down from his forehead.

"Looks like you're lucky."

The black strongman gasped for breath and slumped to the ground.

At that moment, he wasn't just brushing shoulders with death, but death's head was practically inside him.

"Alright, the game is over. Now, a robbery! Hand over the money on you. I think you wouldn't want to bet with me whether the next bullet can penetrate your head."

The black strongman, who had just recovered from the fear of death, shuddered when he heard Yang Bo's words and said, "I don't have much money on me, but I'll give it all to you."

As he spoke, he raised his wrist, where a chip was implanted.

Yang Bo looked at the chip, and the black young man looked at Yang Bo.

For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.

After a while, Yang Bo raised his head.

His eyes, emitting a white light, stared at the black strongman in front of him and said, "Are you interested in being a living black wallet?"

The cyberpunk world had long abandoned cash. Everything went through the network.

All the powerful hackers and security companies were the top figures in this world.

However, Yang Bo, who was new here, didn't even have his own virtual account, let alone proof of identity.

Black wallet??

The black strongman felt insulted again. In just a few minutes, he had been insulted twice.

The first time, he was determined to teach Yang Bo a lesson.

But this second time…

He got used to it.

"I… I want to know what you need me to do?"

Only then did Yang Bo seriously size up the black man in front of him. He was burly, and not many parts of his body had been mechanically modified. Some of his exposed skin was covered in tattoos.

A typical black thug.

And a very poor one.

"What to do? Just follow me and, on the way, introduce me to the forces in this city."

The drizzle had clearly lessened a lot. Yang Bo looked at the constantly flashing neon lights and walked towards the bar not far away, stepping on the puddles on the ground.

The black strongman looked at Yang Bo's back, as if he had made some kind of decision, gritted his teeth and followed. With the strength Yang Bo had shown, he would definitely occupy a place in this city that never sleeps.

After the 'wallet' followed, the corners of Yang Bo's mouth slightly curved. Compared to forcibly controlling others with his Byakugan, he preferred to exchange with benefits.

At the entrance of the bar, two strong men blocked Yang Bo's path.

The black strongman who followed immediately showed the chip on his wrist.

"I'll pay for the tickets!"

"Behave yourself once you get inside."

The bouncer scanned it with a device and pushed open the door to the dance hall. The noisy sound immediately poured into Yang Bo's ears.

Chaos with a bit of order.

Yang Bo went straight to the bar, sat on a stool, and tapped the table.

"Give me a glass of your specialty here."

Then he looked at the black strongman sitting next to him and asked, "What's your name? Tell me about the forces in this city."

"Oh, and give me a cigarette."

Under normal circumstances, Yang Bo didn't smoke, and he wouldn't even smoke afterwards, but in this cyberpunk world, not smoking seemed a bit out of place.

"Ira Baker, you can call me Baker."

Yang Bo nodded slightly, reached out and took the cigarette handed over by the other party. It was damp, but that didn't stop him from taking a couple of puffs.

"This is Night City…"

"I don't know where you came from. To be honest, I submit to your power."

"I really don't know too much about those 'big shots'."

"Besides the company, Night City also has the Eternal Sect and the Free Alliance. The rest are just some scattered small forces."

The black-skinned wallet had now entered his role. He could be said to be all-knowing and all-telling about Yang Bo's various inquiries.

He was also gambling.

Gambling that Yang Bo was the kind of strong dragon crossing the river.

Yang Bo nodded slightly, took the wine glass handed over by the bartender and said, "About what I thought."

He was wondering that if there were no special existences in this world, the difficulty of occupying it would increase many times.

While thinking, he looked at the dance floor in the dance hall.

There were many scantily clad women twisting their bodies inside, but in Yang Bo's observation, these women had previously modified more than 30% of their bodies.

To be honest, finding these people was not as good as buying a silicone one on Taobao.

Just as Yang Tao was appreciating the art.

The bar door was suddenly pushed open, and several guys holding submachine guns rushed in from outside, then pulled the trigger towards the dance floor.

A metal storm poured out, and the unprepared people on the dance floor immediately fell to the ground.

In his perception, the casualties from this round of strafing were not too many. Most people's modifications to vital parts could be said to be seamless.

He reached out and grabbed Baker's clothes.

"You are my wallet now, no need to worry about safety issues."

Yang Bo sat steadily on the bar stool, not caring about those 'lunatics' at all.

"Is this city always so chaotic? I've only been here twice and I've encountered the use of firearms twice, and a robbery."

As the protagonist of the robbery, Baker directly said, "These people are completely crazy."

"They are on the wanted list in Night City, but no matter how they are arrested, they are like rats in the sewers, and they can't be cleaned up at all."

"Wanted? That is to say, there is money to be made by catching them?"

Baker hugged his head and squatted on the ground, reducing his chances of being swept away, and said, "Yes… but not much."

"That's enough!"

He turned his head to look at the guys pouring into the bar door.

The guys who were still shooting all stopped their movements, and all kinds of eyes now uniformly emitted a white light.

An interested expression appeared on Yang Bo's face.

"I didn't expect that there would be gods in this cyberpunk world…"