People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

"Someone from the company was planning to take away a guy named Gary, which caused a riot. Your mission this time is to calm the commotion there."

"Gary? Which company is he from? Why are you taking him away? And Miss Anna, did you make a mistake? I am from the Terrorist Squad, not a company dog. I am not responsible for cleaning up their messes. This kind of thing should be handled by the NCPD!"

At the end, David's voice even revealed a hint of anger.

What he hates most is cleaning up the company's mess, and so does Melissa. In some ways, the two are quite similar.

Normally, his legitimate reasons would be enough for the headquarters to give up the matter, but Anna's words stopped him.

"But according to the Night City Law and Order Management Ordinance, maintaining the law and order in the area is also within our jurisdiction. In addition, the NCPD has already been dispatched in this case, and the results are not ideal."

Is it not ideal or are those parasites just not interested in working?

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on David's face.

I guess the reason why these people in NCPD don't work hard is very simple, it's because the company doesn't pay them enough.

"So, this time you are sent there mainly to solve the public security issues in the jurisdiction. This mission is also included in the assessment."

"Fuck the assessment, I don't want to be a dog for the company! If you have the guts, report it and let those bastards above fire me!"

This is his bottom line, a bottom line that cannot be compromised under any circumstances.

It's not impossible to work for a company, but at least the price must be attractive enough.

People like this who work for free can go to hell!

Anyone who wants to lick the company can do it, but he won't do it.

"Ok."

Anna on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be angry at all about his abuse. Instead, she said calmly, "The decision on this mission is up to you. I have done what I should do, so whether you go or not is your own choice."

At this point, the call was disconnected again.

"Fuck..."

David pulled out a cigarette from the pocket of his combat uniform, lit it, and sat there smoking quietly, trying to calm his inner restlessness.

On the one hand, it’s because of this shitty assessment thing, and on the other hand, I wonder if this terrorist squad has become a little weird?

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that after Anna took over, everything gives him a feeling that something is wrong.

It’s hard to say what it is specifically, there is no clue yet.

However, the biggest problem is this mission.

Obviously, this mission should not be handled by the Terrorist Squad...

Anna was right. Maintaining public order is the responsibility of the Terrorist Squad, but this is only a verbal responsibility and external propaganda. In fact, they are only responsible for cyber maniacs, some terrorist attacks and some vicious kidnappings.

To be honest, this kind of job of cleaning up the company's mess is the first time he has encountered such a thing in all his time.

"...What happened? David, you look angry."

Just then, Sasha's voice suddenly came. When I turned around, I met Sasha's bright eyes, which were full of worry.

"Nothing, it's just that the headquarters gave us a rather annoying task, asking us to go to Old Vina to help the company capture a man named Gary..."

David forced a smile and waved his hand, but he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Fuck the company..."

However, when Sasha heard what David said about the mission, there was some confusion on her face.

She also knew Lao Wei, the kind uncle with a gentle smile who performed surgery on her. But asking the Terrorist Squad to help catch people...isn't this a bit of a waste of talent?

but...

"...Gary? Did you just say the prophet Gary?"

"Huh? How come you know him?" David flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked curiously.

"No." Sasha shook her head, her sunny bob swaying slightly as she moved. "I don't know that person, but the name Gary is widely circulated among us cyber hackers."

"How to say?"

"It's nothing, actually. It's just that some of his remarks are very concerning. Most of them are hinting at something, such as vampires are worthy of those companies, and some of his remarks seem to point to the outside of the black wall of cyberspace. So, if the company wants to arrest him, maybe there is some hidden reason..."

He was not interested in whether there was any hidden secret or not, but he was a little surprised by the black wall that Sasha mentioned.

"You also know about the Black Wall?"

He didn't know much about the world of cyber hackers, and in his opinion, only a small number of people knew about the existence of Black Wall.

This was exactly why he was surprised by Sasha's words.

"Of course. Back then, the legendary hacker Lachi Batmos, who shouted for freedom, created the puppets to break the entire old network apart. They were like isolated islands floating in the cyberspace. That's when the black wall appeared. The Internet surveillance built the black wall to block those viruses out. At the same time, it also monitored all network walkers to prevent us from breaking through the black wall and releasing AI in."

Sasha slowly told everything she knew, as if she was telling her favorite fairy tale.

Especially when he first mentioned Lachi Batmos, there was a look of admiration in his eyes, but also mixed with a bit of sadness.

If she had been as capable as Lachi Batmos at the time, could she have drawn more people's attention to the conspiracy of biotechnology?

Or could it directly bring down this multinational corporation, rather than just causing a stock price crash?

It seems that she still hasn't let go of the past.

David, who had been observing Sasha, saw what she was thinking.

But he didn't say much about this matter...The person who tied the bell must untie it, and Sasha can only rely on herself to get out of it.

"So, what would you do if you were given this job?"

"Eh?"

Sasha was a little unprepared for the sudden question, but she quickly reacted and understood it, smiling and saying, "If it were me, I would choose to go and see the situation, and then decide whether to do it or not. What if there are any unexpected gains?"

Well, that makes sense.

David nodded in agreement, threw the burnt cigarette in his hand to the ground, slowly stood up and crushed the cigarette butt, then turned his gaze to Mower who had been sitting there without saying a word.

"What about you, Mower? What do you think?"

"I'm free to do it."

Mower answered simply.

Things like this that require thinking are not suitable for her. She is more suitable for jobs that only require hands-on work and no thinking.

David knew this very well, so he stretched his body and said, "Then - let's do as Sasha said. Let's go and check out the situation first..."

The next itinerary was decided very quickly.

As for how to get to Watson District from Heywood?

It’s very simple. There are empty cars everywhere that no one wants. Just pick one.

If it really doesn't work, you can just look at the best cars on the road and requisition them in the name of the Terrorist Mobile Squad. Those guys can't say anything anyway.

However, as he drove toward Little Chinatown in Watson, Anna came to the dressing room and made another call.

The moment the call was connected, she said, "Failed. David Martinez refused the mission."

There was no greeting, no regards, and it was just as emotionless as before.

"What was his answer?"

A pleasant, childish voice came from the communication, but it sounded a bit stiff, as if it came from a machine.

"He said: 'Fuck the assessment, I don't want to be a dog for the company! If you have the guts, report it and let those bastards above fire me!'"

Anna repeated David's words vividly, as if David himself had said them.

If someone who is not familiar with her, they would probably think that this woman is deliberately scolding the person on the other end of the phone.

"Have you told them that the person they want to arrest is Gary?"

"I have already informed you."

"Is Netrunner Sasha Yakovleva also on the team?"

"Also there."

"Okay, I know."

The childish voice on the other end of the phone asked a bunch of irrelevant questions, but Anna answered them one by one.

After a moment of silence, a new voice came from the other end of the phone: "Well done, Ana. According to the data, there is a 73% chance that David Martinez will refuse."

"Sir?" A look of confusion slowly emerged on Anna's pretty face.

She didn't understand why the adult said that, as David Martinez's actions had clearly deviated from the original plan.

"Don't worry. According to calculations, there is a 100% chance that David Martinez will go to the intersection of Bradbury Street and Brand Street, so all you have to do is wait."

"I understand, sir." Anna slowly lowered her head, as if to show respect to the person on the other end of the phone in this way.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the call was hung up.

Standing in the dimly lit dressing room, Anna raised her head again, but a faint blue light appeared in her eyes, like a fluorescent light in the darkness...

At the same time, David had driven to the junction of Bradbury Street and Bland Street and parked his car on the side of the road.

"Let's go and see what these guys are doing."

As he spoke, he took Sasha and Mower and walked towards the corner of the pedestrian street ahead.

However, their terrorist squad uniforms also caused quite a stir.

Whenever people saw them wearing these clothes, they would consciously give up some space for them, then turn around and run away, as if they had seen a plague.

However, the commotion on their side was much smaller than the one next to Misty's shop.

As soon as I turned the corner, what came into view was an unprecedented scene of huge crowds of people. Opposite the familiar bar, everyone had gathered there to watch the fun.

"Hey look, that old lunatic is finally being taken away."

"Why did you take Prophet Gary away? I obviously like what he said, and why would he be someone from the company?!"

"I don't know. Who cares? We just need to watch the show."

Some of these people wanted Gary to be taken away, while some did not, but no one had any intention of stopping or taking action.

This is not surprising. In a place like Night City, you should never meddle in other people's business. Remember, "less trouble is worse than more trouble."

With this principle in mind, David stood outside the crowd and listened to the situation, with no intention of going in.

Until I heard a voice from the crowd:

"Shh, keep your voice down, they are from Ye's company!"

"Ye's Company?"

When he heard the name of the company, he repeated it subconsciously.

He didn't know much about this company.

All we know is that Ye's Company has very high power in Night City. Although it has no intention of pursuing the position of mayor, it has the ability to influence all parties that know how to suppress Night City, even military technology and Arasaka are no exception.

The NCPD and the Terrorist Squad are also mainly funded and sponsored by Ye's Company.

It can be said to be the most mysterious company in Night City.

However, such a mysterious big guy actually came here to arrest people openly?

I have to say, he was indeed somewhat interested.

"Hey! Make way, make way, give me a way, thank you!"

David shouted as he squeezed into the crowd.

Some of the guys who were hit were about to start cursing, but when they saw the clothes on David, they quickly backed away as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

"It's the Terrorist Squad!"

"Really? They are actually members of the Terrorist Squad!"

"Oh my god, even the guys from the Terrorist Squad are out."

The reactions of the crowd varied, but most of them were afraid of David and completely made way for him.

Some smart guys have turned around and run away from the crowd.

This is one of the rules of survival in Night City. Never appear in the same screen with the Terrorist Squad, otherwise a stray bullet may hit you and turn you into a pool of rotten meat.

In just a few seconds, most of the people gathered here had dispersed.

The rest are either those who are not afraid of death, or those who have just arrived in Night City and are ready to continue watching the fun.