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

Dolio took Mann's shoulder with one hand and shook his head gently.

Putting aside the issue of Swansea Westan, just the first two moves that this brat showed were not something the three of them could handle.

The weirdness is comparable to that of the terrorist squad.

"Well, it's just a Sian Westin. I'll find you one next time. There's no need to get so excited."

At this time, David also said with an indifferent attitude.

His next target will definitely be on cyberpsychopaths, but will there be a lack of Cyberwestin type 1 among cyberpsychopaths?

The answer is of course impossible.

This thing is basically the standard configuration of cyberpsychosis.

"But you have to give me a chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

Mann calmed down and sat back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the thin boy in front of him.

"I'm short of money right now, so let me join you."

"..."

“…”

"..."

Mann stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, join us? What can a rookie like you do?"

I had absolutely no hope for this young kid who was just starting out.

All he wanted now was a Sian Westin.

Because the next commission might be very dangerous without this thing.

"Do you think I'm being disrespectful?"

Just as they were laughing, he simply said this calmly, which attracted the attention of three people.

This gaze...

Is this really something a 17-year-old brat can have?

Mann felt that gaze was full of coldness, and at the moment of looking at each other, Mann was a little shaken.

"Nice look, kid."

He stood up slowly and decided: "In this case, I will give you a test."

"No way, do you really want to take him in?"

Pyrrha held his head with a dejected look, and he was full of doubts about Mann's absoluteness.

You can't be a mercenary just by being able to fight. You also need to be brave, careful and smart.

Otherwise, sooner or later someone will stab you in the back.

"I knew it..."

Dolio also crossed her arms helplessly, and it was obvious that this was not the first time she had made such a decision.

"After all, I owe Gloria some favors, huh."

"Thank you, Mr. Mann."

Hearing this decision, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he really couldn't join in, he planned to find another way out, such as becoming a lone wolf or something.

Then I can stay with Lucy, earn some extra money, and develop some relationship with her.

At this moment, Lucy suddenly came over, threw herself on him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't struggle, this is a tracking app, there is no virus."

Soft words echoed in my ears, my fingertips quietly brushed across his neck, and as I felt the throbbing, a separation chip was inserted into the slot.

[Ding, illegal program implantation is found, do you want to fight back? ]

"no."

He chose to accept it.

Although tracking programs are illegal, they are useful.

Just like when Rebecca was kidnapped, if there was no tracking program, who would know where the Vortex Gang’s lair was.

Seeing that he had been implanted with a tracker, Mann nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, I'll contact you tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he took the two of them away.

The room returned to silence again, and Lucy sat on the other person's sofa, smoking quietly.

The two remained silent.

After a while, Lucy asked, "Well, don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

He felt a little strange about David's calmness. If it were anyone else, they would have shouted "Are you kidding me?", "You traitor!", "You're using me" and so on.

It would never be as calm as it is now. He just sits there blankly without saying a word.

"No, because I trust you."

David's answer made her slightly stunned, and then she burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, you...are you stupid? Why are you so naive?"

Such innocence made her laugh so hard that her stomach hurt.

He is indeed a very interesting person.

It was the first time we met, but we trusted each other so much...

But this trust made her feel a little complicated.

"But, I am indeed curious about one thing. Why did you speak up for me just now?"

He remembered clearly that Lucy was not such a nosy person.

Even when he saw David being beaten, he had no intention of stopping it. He just said, "Don't make it dirty here."

But now...

In response to his doubts, Lucy just smiled and said mysteriously:

"I won't tell you~"

29. Why don’t you give me the money first?

"Ding-ding-"

A familiar melody sounded in his mind, waking David up from his sleep.

"Who is it? So early in the morning..."

He was so sleepy that he couldn't see the caller on the screen, so he turned over in the big bed and opened the call.

After all, Mann said before he left yesterday that he would call him.

"Good morning, Mr. Martinez."

He is the principal of Arasaka Academy.

The fat guy with glasses said in the video call: "I'm sorry to bother you today because I want to ask you how you think about the conditions I proposed a few days ago?"

"Conditions? What conditions?"

He tried hard to search his brain for the conditions the other party had mentioned.

But because I was too sleepy, my mind was still numb and I couldn't remember anything.

The fat boy also noticed that he was still asleep, so he kindly reminded him, "Arasaka Company has decided to award you a scholarship and allow you to return to school, but you need to apologize to Tanaka-san."

"Oh~"

After hearing this, he suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case.

It was a few days ago, at this time, that I called him and told him about this matter.

"Sorry, my decision remains the same. I won't apologize or anything." He rubbed his eyes and tried to make his hoarse voice return to normal.

Apologize? I will never apologize in this life.

For a person like Katsuo Tanaka, we should be thankful that he is not made into a sex doll and sold on the wiggle street.

You actually want him to apologize?

Dream it.

However, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly changed the subject: "But if you can deposit the scholarship into my account first, I can consider it."

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a wanton smile.

He is still very enthusiastic about cutting leeks.

Especially if you can make money from the company, that would be even better.

Anyway, he said he was considering it, but he didn't say he agreed to apologize.

"Please don't ask me to embarrass you Mr. Martinez, you know it's impossible."

"Oh, really? Then there's nothing more to talk about. Goodbye."

Dang even hung up the phone.

Who do you think you are if you want people to do this and that without paying?

Arasaka Corporation executives?

Even the local tyrant Saburo Arasaka couldn't let a stranger do this or that for him without paying a price.

What's more, this is Night City, and using threats is out of the question.

Although the small piece of land here is divided and managed by several large companies, it is really difficult to threaten a person in this complex territory.

Because you never know which force is standing behind the other party.

However, the next second, another new call came in.

But this time there was no avatar and the name was garbled, so it must be Mann calling.

"Kid, it's time to get to work." A rough voice sounded on the phone.

"OK, I'll be right there."

"Um...I'll send the address to your email."

The phone was simply hung up and an email was sent at the same time.

"How cautious..."

Looking at the encrypted email in the mailbox, he couldn't help but smile helplessly, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Although he has not yet installed the hacker implant, after systematic training, he has already gained an in-depth understanding of hacker technology.

At least uploading a puppet or something isn't a big problem.

After quickly washing his face and rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, he put on the yellow EMT uniform left by his mother and left the room.

The corridor was still the same, dirty and messy, with no one managing the garbage in the corners. There were homeless people lingering here, drunken with bottles of wine in their hands.

Some are even smoking contraband.

There's nothing wrong with calling this a high-tech slum, because this is Santo Domingo.

The only thing that can make people feel a little relieved are the vending machines that can be seen everywhere, flashing bright colors and lights.

"Tsk, I must move out of here when I make money."

He glanced around with disdain and took the elevator downstairs.

I've had enough of this crappy place...