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

Lao Wei said the most horrifying words in the most calm tone.

"With so many implants inserted into the body, I can't think of any other outcome except death. Even the process of cyberpsychosis can be omitted."

"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Wei...don't joke..."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Lao Wei slowly raised his head and looked at him, without any emotion in his eyes.

This oppressive gaze made him swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Lao Wei, I am serious.

"...Then, what should I do? At least let me install two today, right? And then I can slowly install more later..."

"Two? No problem." Lao Wei said slowly, "But I have to decide what to install, and I have to decide the date for the subsequent installation."

Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, everything will be arranged!"

If it were any other cyborg doctor, he wouldn't trust him at all.

But this is Victor Victor! One of Night City's living legends, and the best, most human cybersurgeon in Night City.

If even Old Wei can't be trusted, then there is really no one trustworthy in Night City.

"Then let me see what you can pack today..."

As Lao Wei spoke, he pushed the table in front of the instrument, took out densely packed red and blue wires from it and connected them to the implants respectively.

"Hmm...Qi Lu Si Type 3, high-end stuff..."

"...The Sianwestin Model 5 produced by Kang Tao's subsidiary Qian Ti? Reality distortion?"

Lao Wei's voice gradually became abnormal, and he even pushed his glasses and carefully looked at the information displayed on the panel again.

However, after watching it several times, he found that he was not mistaken. The implants that followed made him frown more and more, as if a mosquito would be pinched to death if it flew over them.

Finally, he sighed helplessly, turned off the screen, rubbed his eyes, and acted as if he was very tired.

Isn't it just a look at the implant data? Is that so serious?

"Kid, tell me the truth, have you robbed all the transport trucks of major companies recently?"

As for the implants he had just seen, they were not only the products of Kirusu Optics and Chitani's experiments, but also those produced by Arasaka, Military Technology, and Zeta Technology.

In addition, there is a pair of prosthetic limbs produced by an unknown company.

Judging from the attack method given by the data, it should be a new product.

"Hijacking a transport truck? Lao Wei, you think too highly of me." He spread his hands helplessly. "For someone like me, I think the security guards escorting the transport truck can take care of me."

"Oh? Really?" Lao Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him repeatedly: "Then tell me, where did you get so many experimental-grade combat implants? Don't tell me they were dug out from some unlucky guy's body."

"Except for the Qilusi Type III, none of these implants have ever appeared on the market."

"Uh... this... ahaha..."

He smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"How can I explain this? I commissioned someone to buy it, and it cost a lot of money."

"Just the Thousand-Ti's distorted reality that you saw at the beginning cost me nearly 200,000 Euros." As he said this, he showed a very painful expression.

He did not lie.

It was indeed bought for 200,000 yuan, and the client was just a system.

However, even though this thing is several times more expensive than in the game, it is indeed worth the price.

After all, this is not a game but reality. There is no place to buy experimental products of this level, unless you go to the company's R&D department to steal them.

Besides, the distorted reality can slow down time to 10%, which is much better than the garbage he is using now.

"really?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? There's no benefit..."

"Well, let's just leave it at that."

Lao Wei gave up the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of the matter, and since he didn't look like he was lying, he let it go.

Then he adjusted the operating chair next to him and said, "Come sit on it."

"Oh."

As he sat down, his hands and feet were once again fixed with the familiar iron cuffs.

"Today I will help you replace the Sian Westin with a new model, and then install the Qi Lusi Type III and the nanofibers responsible for nerve conduction. In this way, your body can maintain a certain degree of balance." Lao Wei took out a shot of anesthetic from below and said slowly.

"No problem, Lao Wei, it's up to you to decide."

"Ah..."

Hearing his words, Victor couldn't help but chuckle, "But then again, you're really lucky."

"Huh? What do you say?"

"Normally, one person cannot handle so many combat test subjects, but I don't know if these companies have developed new technology or something."

"The side effects of these experimental products that your middleman bought for you are very small and are all within the body's tolerance range." Lao Wei pressed his body and injected the anesthetic into his neck.

Then Lao Wei operated on the panel like a tiger.

"Although there is still a risk of becoming a cyberpsychopath, this risk has been minimized. I guess they are ready to launch the Fifth Corporate War."

Little did they know that it was not the company's preparation for war, but the system's credit.

This directly reduces the side effects of these implants to the lowest level.

Otherwise, how could a person install so many combat implants, even if he is a cyberpsychopath.

Unless he is a dead person like V who relies on relic to survive.

But the news did not stop him from looking happy.

"So, this means we can install all these implants today?"

"Renovation is risky, so be careful when implanting it, kid. Listen to Lao Wei and install it one by one."

Fantasy is often beautiful, but reality is cruel. That’s probably the case, right?

"OK, the Sianwestin operating system has been disconnected. How do you feel?"

"Emm...I don't feel any discomfort. It's quite relaxing."

As the anesthetic took effect and the implant system connection was disconnected, the whole person suddenly became dizzy.

But soon he could no longer relax.

Because Lao Wei picked up the scalpel that was flashing with cold light, and walked slowly on his body while adjusting it.

The result was obvious. The familiar whimpering sound was heard again in the basement.

38. Is he a prophet or a madman?

"It will hurt a little at first, and then it will hurt more."

This is a line from the Doctor in G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra.

Now this line is perfect for him.

It only hurts the first time, but you'll get used to it after that? That's all nonsense.

It still hurts, and it's not much different from the first time.

However, the pain was worth it, at least Lao Wei installed a NCPD backdoor program for him.

It will be much more convenient to earn bounties in the future.

Finally, following Lao Wei's thoughtful instructions, he dragged his somewhat weak body after the operation out of the basement, but when he looked up, the blood-red afterglow in the sky had been replaced by colorful neon lights and the pitch-black night.

"Tsk, it's getting dark..."

Then he looked at the time again and saw that there was not much time left before the agreed time with Lucy.

"It seems that there is nothing I can do today, let's go find Lucy..."

He muttered as he walked into the back door of Misty's psychic house.

He is more accustomed to walking here than through the small iron gate behind that leads directly to the road.

"Hey, David."

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the familiar voice of Misty. She was leaning against the counter, with the rising green smoke surrounding her, adding a sense of dreaminess.

But there was no sign of Jack.

Well, it’s already this late, we should probably leave.

"Are you.. okay? You look very weak."

"Oh, nothing, just a little tired..."

"Really? Then do you want to take a rest here for a while?"

"No..." He smiled and waved his hand: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first..."

With that, he turned and walked towards the door, but Misty called him again.

"Wait a moment."

Misty trotted over to him and handed him something.

"postcard?"

It is a postcard with thorns, roses and crosses, similar to the symbol of the Valentino Gang, but different.

Anyway...it looks a little familiar.

"Yes, this is a postcard from the middleman priest in the Haywood area. Jack asked me to pass it to you, saying that you might be able to use it."

"Oh?"

There is another familiar name.

The priest, whose real name is Sebastian Ibarra.

On the surface, he looks like a kind and gentle old man who speaks slowly, but don't be fooled by his appearance, he is a ruthless person.

Although he appears to be wearing an old man's shirt and looks well-dressed, he actually has many tattoos on his body.

He used to be a priest of the Valentino gang, but after a bloody baptism by Motoscello, he converted to a more noble profession: middleman.

He is the most famous of the many middlemen in the Haywood area and is even included in the records of major companies.

Similarly, this priest, like the Valentino Gang, was at odds with the Sixth Street Gang and often had friction with them.

However, if someone was looking for work, he would accept it even if they were from the Six Street Gang.

Who knows if it’s because he’s old and soft-hearted, or if all gangs are equal in God’s eyes?

But then again, he had originally planned to go to Heywood when he had time and meet the priest at the Wild Wolf Bar, but he didn't expect Jack to take the initiative to give him his contact information.

This is a real surprise.

"Thanks, Misty. Tell Jack that I'll buy him a drink when I have time."

"Okay, no problem." Misty nodded in agreement, "But it's better for minors not to drink, David."

"Ahaha, got it... I'll be leaving first then. Bye."

He said it casually and left Misty's shop immediately.

As soon as I walked out the door, my entire vision was filled with dazzling and colorful neon lights.

At this time, people in Watson District have not yet fallen asleep, and the streets are still bustling with people.

Several people gathered in front of the bar's display window, watching the seductive performance of the girls inside.

The prophet Gary, who was regarded as a cyber madman but was not captured by the terrorist squad because he was harmless, continued to spout his weird remarks.

"I'm telling you! Arasaka is not an ordinary family! They are not human at all!"

"It's vampires, a whole bunch of them!"

"Their bodies don't age, but their eyes—cold and lifeless!"