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

The elevator hummed slowly, and at the same time, the TV played advertisements for "biotechnology" and "high-tech military industry", as well as some insignificant news...

"Welcome to News 54, bringing you local news now."

"Yesterday afternoon, a horrific murder occurred on Skytrain Line 3. A cyber psychopath appeared in the carriage and attacked passengers indiscriminately. According to insiders, this cyber psychopath came from military technology, but military technology stated that this was a rumor..."

"Oh wow, I didn't expect that the cyber madman yesterday actually came from military technology?"

Listening to the news report, he felt a little surprised, but he was not too surprised at the actions of military technology.

After all, it's a company.

It's all because of this dog's behavior.

Just then, a strange phone call suddenly came in.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Hey, David. My name is Regina Jones. If you want to pick up work in the Watson area, give me a call."

A capable female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How... did you find me? And you know my name?"

He frowned slightly.

He knew Regina Jones quite well.

She is a woman of Chinese descent wearing a black eye patch, and she is dressed a bit like the NCPD. She is just a middleman besides the queen of the Afterlife Bar - Rogge.

A middleman who specializes in dealing with cyberpsychopaths.

But why did this woman suddenly come to me?

Very strange.

But the other party's answer was still the same old thing.

"I know where to gather information. You can even call me an intelligence agent. See you later, David."

He was still as swift and decisive as ever, as if he was in a hurry to be reborn. Before he could ask again, the call was hung up.

"Depend on...."

Looking at the phone that had been hung up, he was speechless.

It was just my first day in joining Mann's team, my first day as a mercenary, and I hadn't even made a name for myself yet, and yet someone came knocking on my door?

It's really weird.

But it’s not bad to think about it on the bright side. At least now there is a middleman who has found me.

This can be regarded as opening the door to Night City's legendary journey.

The most important thing is that you can make a lot of money.

He is indeed short of money now.

As soon as I open my eyes every day, I will receive standard deduction information, which includes a bunch of messy bills such as room fee, internet fee, water and electricity fee, which is really overwhelming.

The savings in my wallet are not enough to make ends meet.

What a bullshit dream city. The real thing is to wake up every day and wait to be squeezed dry of your surplus value.

He also clearly realized a problem.

This is not a game where you can get full health by playing "Take All Your Efforts to Treat" or "Recover".

You can't chop mechas with knives, you can't use clothes to protect yourself from bullets, and it's even more impossible to kill people on the street and then easily avoid the pursuit of the NCPD and the violent terrorist squad.

It's just a reality where people can die at any time without any plot twists, and it doesn't make any sense at all.

Therefore, he really needs money. At least only with money can he replace the implants and make himself stronger.

Live and survive in this shitty world.

30. I want to install this thing too

An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Santo Domingo near Santo Amaro Street.

This is where Mann's team gathers.

He found this place according to the map, bent over and walked in through the half-open warehouse door.

The warehouse was naturally dusty and shabby, but in the middle of it there was a van, which was used by the team when they went on missions.

"Little ghost, you are here, come over here."

Just then, a rough call came from the side.

Mann was standing in a door frame that was about the same size as him, beckoning him to come in.

"Oh."

He responded casually and followed him in.

As soon as you enter the door, your vision is blocked by the swirling smoke and you can only vaguely see the layout inside.

The lighting in the room was poor, and on the only table there was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.

It’s hard to imagine how many cigarettes this group of people smoked here.

A rough estimate is that there are probably hundreds of them.

No wonder Lucy always has a cigarette in her hand, she probably learned it from these guys (so real).

But apart from that, there were four people of different appearances sitting on the only sofa in the room.

"Hey, kid."

Mann was the first to say hello.

It was still the same, with a burly figure like an ape, but it was propped up by the implant.

"It looks like he really is a child. It looks like the news is true."

The person who spoke this time was a woman, the fourth weirdo besides the weird trio we met yesterday.

She has neat light orange short hair, a pretty face and sharp eyes, but she is wearing a pink object that looks like a mask.

She was wearing a pink outfit, with her slender fingers slightly crossed as she hugged her calves.

If you take off that annoying mask, she'd be a beauty.

However, he also knew something about this woman.

Her name is Qiwei.

Mann is the main hacker of Team Mann and an experienced senior network hacker, while Lucy is the backup hacker.

And Lucy was also brought into this team by Qiwei.

But Qiwei is not so optimistic about this newcomer in the industry.

"We'll know if it works or not."

In fact, Mann didn't know whether taking David in was the right choice.

But now that Lucy has spoken, as the leader of the team, I naturally have to think about it.

I hope this kid can have enough luck.

"Haha, I know he's your type, so give him some training."

"He's definitely better than you."

Qi Wei narrowed her long and narrow eyes a little more.

In the face of Pyrrha's teasing, not only did she not care at all, but she fought back decisively.

But listening to this, why does it feel like the relationships among the team members are a bit messy?

"This is Qiwei. You have already met Dolio and Pyrrha."

"Yes, yes, tell me what work you have."

He ignored Mann's introduction and walked straight to the table and sat down.

However, to be exact, there was no need for an introduction, as he knew exactly what each person's final fate was.

But his calmness made the people present want to see something different.

"Oh~ It seems you are ready, little devil."

"Of course, how could I come here if I wasn't prepared?"

David shrugged nonchalantly, then turned the subject back to the point: "So, what is the job?"

"Humph."

The smile on Mann's face seemed to become even brighter, and he took out a chip from his pocket and placed it in front of him.

"Plug in the separation chip, and the working contents are all in it."

The tasks are neither easy nor difficult.

The target is a man named Maxim, a bodyguard and driver for Arasaka Corporation.

What needs to be done this time is to copy the navigation data of the luxury car he is driving.

Maxim likes to bet on boxing and hangs out in underground boxing rings whenever he has time.

Every weekend, I must go to the arena to watch the game.

His favored boxer was called Hangman Butcher, a large woman with a special trick.

It's called a fatal punch.

Don't be fooled by the name which sounds rustic and childish, but it really has something to it. It is said that it can knock a person down with one punch.

Just like now...

"Boom-"

The heavy punch landed fiercely on the petite boxer in front of him, knocking her away and hitting the wall, raising a cloud of dust.

Just looking at it here, you can see how much it hurts.

At least with his current small body, he would probably die with just one punch, right?

But the boxer got up from the ground and charged at Butcher again, punching like raindrops.

But the arrogant Butcher raised his hands and let the other party beat him at will.

As long as you can knock her down, you lose!

Until the opponent's fist hit her chin from below.

rub--

The tiny sound from the fist was drowned out by the wave of shouting at the scene. The steel drill suddenly protruded from it and pierced Butcher's head in an instant, and then was quickly retracted.

Just like the hidden blade in Assassin's Creed.

Just like that, Butcher lost and was knocked out with one punch.

The audience expressed disbelief, questioning and insulting. The most excited one among them was Maxim, who had put his entire month's salary on the line.

And we lost just like that?!

However, David on the other side of the venue saw all of this.

"It's an interesting prosthesis..."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that he might be able to install this thing too.

In the future, it will be much more convenient to do an undercover commission than to twist your neck.

By the way, the prosthetics here are not as simple as those in the game. There are many types, and even one arm can have multiple uses.

There’s nothing Night City can’t do, except what you can’t imagine.

"Okay, stop looking and go."

Mann, hiding in the crowd, took him away.

"When the guy loses money, he goes to a nearby bar to drink away his sorrow."