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

Can't keep up with the times?

Mann began to doubt his life.

Seeing Mann's stupid look, he also laughed secretly: "Sorry, I was just kidding."

Then he lowered his head slightly and turned the electromagnetic track above: "So far, she doesn't seem to have that intention towards me."

"Maybe... But kid, you have to keep working hard."

"Try hard...?"

This is such a familiar word.

He slowly slumped down in the chair, holding the electronic spray in his arms, looking up at the blue sky through the edge of the parasol, feeling the heat rising from the ground.

Just like his mood, hot as fire.

"Actually, I don't know how to put it."

"When I first met Lucy, I already fell in love with her. She was willing to share many things with me, even her dreams and her treasured Mewtwo."

"But now..."

Even the number of times we talk has become very rare.

I really don’t know what to do.

"Well, that's exactly what you should do. You should work harder."

With a crash, Mann stood up from his chair. His tall figure completely blocked out the sunlight, and a thick shadow covered him.

"Since I met Lucy, until you came, she has never smiled as much as she has since you came."

"Besides, I've never heard her mention dreams before."

"So, you have to be confident, young man. Believe me, she will have a good impression of you."

As he spoke, Mann stretched out his big hand and patted his shoulder.

It seemed like he was encouraging him, but in fact he almost knocked him off the chair, and it even made a creaking sound under the weight.

"I hope it's like you said..." He moved Mann's huge hand off his shoulder without leaving a trace.

But is it really as Mann says?

Maybe that's the case, maybe it's just missing a fuse...

41. As long as you pay me enough, I can destroy Arasaka Tower

At night, night falls again.

Today's "jogging" exercise was still going fast and was completed in no time.

The two of them leaned on the railing of the dock, smoking quietly without saying a word.

"Hey, do you have anything to say?"

Seeing Lucy's plain yet beautiful profile, he couldn't help but ask.

When she was running just now, Lucy seemed to have something to say, but she never said it.

Lucy didn't say anything, just exhaled a puff of green smoke, then took out a separation chip and handed it to him.

"what is this?"

"The training belt."

Lucy's voice was the same as usual, without any hint of closeness or distance, just so plain, almost indifferent.

"You have already passed the minimum standard of training so far. If you want to continue to strengthen your training, then use this belt."

"Ah?" He looked at the separation chip in his hand in surprise, then looked up at Lucy, "What about you? You won't continue practicing with me?"

"Well, the task that Mann assigned to me has been completed." Lucy nodded slightly, "I hope you will continue to work hard until the day when you can really run faster than me. By then..."

Her voice suddenly stopped here.

"Until then? How?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Still giving the same concise answer, she ran past him just as she had when they first met, and ran back along the embankment road.

He was left alone, wondering.

What will happen then?

Watching Lucy's back gradually going away, I felt indescribable strangeness in my heart.

From the time they met until now, he found that Lucy was a little different from the anime, but her dark and mischievous personality had not changed.

The difference is that the Lucy here, or the Lucy in reality right now, is sometimes very talkative and a very charming girl, with her light orange eye makeup adding a touch of seduction.

But this is the first time that a Riddler has been in such a situation.

Don’t you know that talking halfway through can suffocate you to death?

"This is really..."

Finally, he sighed helplessly and turned his gaze to the rippling sea.

This is a long and arduous journey...

In the next few days, he still followed the original plan, earning bounties during the day and asking Lao Wei to install implants.

Almost all the money earned was spent on this, but the transformation was still not complete. It only reached the minimum standard of the system, 20% of the whole body transformation.

With the addition of the implant, the body became lighter and lighter, without any sense of burden, and the brain seemed to become clearer.

At night, even without Lucy's company, he still went for a night run in Night City, as if it had become his habit.

And the distance is getting farther and farther. Sometimes I run along the road from Santo Domingo to Twist Street in Westbrook to experience the exotic atmosphere, or run to the Kabuki district in Watson District and then go back.

By the way, bring some special souvenirs or something.

But today is his big day.

The last combat implant stored in Old Vina - the two arms were finally installed.

"It's really good."

Looking at the newly installed combat implant, although there were still beads of sweat on his forehead, there was unexpressible joy on his face, just like a child who got a new toy.

The nearly 40-centimeter-long steel claw had a cold metallic glow on its surface and made a fine sound as it cut through the air.

This thing is called a wolf claw, or a wolverine claw.

According to the system, this thing is made of adamantium and is the same model as Uncle Wolf.

But there is a little difference. Logan's claws emerge from between his fingers, and he does have a skin-colored mechanism cover on his wrist.

The claws are usually hidden between the wrist and forearm, like a mantis blade. They are only released from there when needed, covering the entire back of the hand.

Since a good combat implant has been installed, it cannot be used as a decoration.

There's nothing going on at Mann's place for now, so you don't have to go there today.

So, now it’s natural to accept a commission to try out this arm.

Thinking of this, he walked to the end of the alley, slowly pushed open the iron gate leading to the road, and then made a phone call.

"Hello, I'm Regina Jones. What can I do for you? Please speak quickly. I'm busy."

The capable woman who looked like a cyber pirate appeared again on the visual communication.

"It's me, David. I'm looking for a job, preferably one involving cyberpsychopaths or gangs."

"Okay, wait for me."

Regina on the other end of the phone frowned slightly, and then there was a crackling sound from the phone, the sound of typing on the keyboard.

"Got it. Recently, a cyber madman appeared in the Vortex Gang..."

"Wait, wait a minute, the Whirlpool Gang?"

Before Regina could finish her words, he interrupted her, "Hey, hey, hey, I don't want to get involved in the affairs of the Vortex Gang. Those bastards are a bunch of lunatics. I think it's normal for them to have a cyberpsychosis."

"At least it matches them."

You know, the Vortex Gang is second only to those kidney-cutting gangs in Night City.

The group of people who were doing kidney-stripping would do anything for money, while the people in the Vortex Gang were a group of complete lunatics.

The kind that keeps teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis.

They never talk to you about underworld loyalty and trust. It's common for gangs to rob each other.

Even power struggles often occur among them.

Therefore, he didn't want to get involved in their troubles. If he did, he was afraid that he would lose control and kill all these bastards.

"The pay is very high, will you do it?"

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Yes."

This was a bit confusing. He knew Regina liked to meddle in the affairs of cyberpsychopaths and try to cure them, but he didn't expect it to go to this extent...

"Well, do you want to take it or not? I'm very busy and don't have time to waste with you."

"Answer it, why not?"

Very happy, without any hesitation.

No matter whether it’s the Uzumaki Gang or the kidney-cutting gang, as long as the money is paid, Arasaka Tower can be destroyed.

"Okay, I've sent you the address. See the attachment for details. And remember, I need them alive, so you need to pay more attention."

"Eh? Alive? That's a bit difficult..."

Aren't cyberpsychos meant to be chopped? To be honest, he hasn't left a single living cyberpsychopath so far.

Besides, this time my main intention was to test the power of the implant, and the commission was just a side job.

"I can add money."

"Okay sister, whatever you say is what it is!"

The speed at which this attitude changes is comparable to the speed of turning pages of a book.

One second he looked unhappy and troubled, the next he was smiling and ready to do whatever you said.

After all...making money is not shameful.

Then, he opened the attachment sent by Regina, but the content made him frown slightly.

“I’ve never been to this place before…”

The location marked on the map is near a factory in the northern part of Watson District.

"Forget it, who cares, as long as I can make money."

He spat out a few words and put aside the messy thoughts in his mind.

He still trusted Regina's character and there was no such thing as a trap.

So he made another call.

"Hey, Lao De, come pick me up."

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42. Strange Sacrificial Site

Watson District, North End.

I don’t know if it’s because this is the territory of the Vortex Gang or because it’s close to the edge of Night City, but there aren’t many vehicles on the road at this time.

Only a few trucks were passing through.

But at this moment, a black taxi was speeding on this wide road, somewhat out of tune with everything around it.

David was sitting in the car at the moment, enjoying the comfortable seat, when a big blue bald head with a pale face and scary outline appeared on the screen in front of him.