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

No matter how you put it, it's hard to accept.

But she immediately raised her head, looked at David and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Huh~ this look... why does it feel like I've been made fun of?" he secretly complained in his heart.

Numb, cold, and lifeless, just like a tool.

It also looks like a defeated puppy that has been ruthlessly abandoned by its owner.

But this is not what he needs. At least he needs to be like a normal person.

So he shook his head and said, "You can't do it now, you should take a good rest first."

ask for leave

RT, I have something to do today, so I'm taking a day off. It's a good opportunity to change my mind.

My brain feels numb lately...

I don't know what kind of scolding I will get if I post it tomorrow... (sad)

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70. You don't even want to call me dad (6K)

After installing the new artificial skin at Old Wei's place, David took Mower away.

Mower was placed in a super skyscraper in Santo Domingo, his hometown.

Along the way, Mower said nothing and asked no questions, just followed him obediently.

He didn't even know what was going on in this woman's head.

Maybe planning for the future?

Or are you thinking of new ways out?

Well, it’s none of his business anyway.

However, when I was leaving the apartment, I received a call from Qiwei.

"Hey, what's up? Did you miss me after not seeing me for just a while?"

"Can you go to your next life now?" Qi Wei's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, as if she could never wake up.

However, she simply ignored his teasing.

But it doesn't matter. David didn't care about it and even teased again: "Why? You haven't drunk enough at this time and you plan to have a second round?"

"Don't be ridiculous, someone wants to see you."

She seemed a little impatient with his joke and hung up the phone immediately.

"Really... it was just a joke."

David muttered a few words helplessly.

However, this is not the first time this has happened. Sometimes when something is said incorrectly, the old woman will show this attitude.

But then again, what about the afterlife?

It seems that Qiwei is hooking up with that pervert Faraday again.

"In that case, let's go and have a look."

Thinking of this, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

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The Afterlife bar is one of the most famous locations in Night City.

Almost all the prominent people in Night City would come here to enjoy the temporary pleasure brought by alcohol.

However, compared to places where one can drink and have fun, the decoration does not seem to be much different.

But this place is not a place that ordinary people can enter.

It is one of the famous intelligence exchange stations in Night City. Drinking and talking about business here gives people a feeling similar to the cowboys in American western movies of the last century.

Fifty years ago, the most powerful mercenaries and middlemen in Night City gathered at the Atlantis Club.

But fifty years later, it's here.

A large number of people from all walks of life gather here and wander around outside, but not many are qualified to enter.

Because this is the most famous "mercenary sanctuary" in Night City.

David is one of the best among them.

Amid the whispers and gazes of the crowd, David slowly walked down the stairs.

He was already used to this kind of gaze.

The corridor below was still the same as before. Unlike the hot air outside, it was very cool here, even chilly.

Especially the cold air coming down from the central air-conditioning above makes people feel chilling.

According to Jack, this used to be a morgue.

Later, it was bought by Silverhand's ex-girlfriend, the queen of the afterlife, Roger, and turned into a bar.

"Hmm, a familiar smell." David took a deep breath of the cool air.

There was also a subtle smell mixed in, as if one smelled the unique smell of a frozen corpse.

I have to say, it's really quite interesting.

Converting the morgue into a bar or something like that would be perfect for these mercenaries who keep their heads on their belts and live on the tip of their knives.

Not far ahead, a burly man with a stern face and a sturdy figure stood with his hands folded in front of him, blocking the door.

In front of the big guy, there was a gangster chattering away.

"Why can't I go in?"

"Hey, are you listening?! I'm talking to you!!"

The gangster seemed to want to fight again, but his companion stopped him, "Hey, man, don't make trouble here, this is the afterlife!"

"Tsk, I don't care about this life or the next, I'm going in today!"

Well, no doubt about it, this is another rookie who just came to Night City.

However, it's nothing new.

Every day, countless people scramble to get into Night City, and countless people try their best to squeeze in and drink in the raw bar.

It's commonplace and normal.

But fortunately, his companion had some brains and stopped the young man in time, otherwise there would be two more corpses at the door of Laisheng today.

"Hey, Emeric, hello."

David walked past the two men.

"Well, hello, Mr. David."

The big guy called Emeric moved aside to let David in.

But this once again aroused the dissatisfaction of the clamoring gangster.

"Why can that idiot go in but not me? Is my thing not big enough?!"

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly became quiet.

The group of guys who were watching the excitement in the stairwell were all stunned.

"Hey, hey, hey, doesn't this brat want to live? He even dares to scold that person."

"Haha, I guess this guy won't be able to leave Sheng Nightclub today."

A few old-timers expressed regret, but their eyes were full of excitement.

It's not uncommon for someone to die, but what's rare is that there are people who are so desperate.

Emeric, who was in charge of guarding the door, also stared expressionlessly at the little kid in front of him who spoke without thinking.

He is not only responsible for guarding the gate of the afterlife, but also for ensuring the reputation of the afterlife and its customers.

"Hey, kid."

Emeric took a step forward and looked down at the thug in front of him.

"What? You're letting me in now? Then get out of the way!"

This man was completely unaware of his death.

"Look, Emeric is about to take action."

Someone whispered this, and everyone's eyes turned to the big guy Emeric.

Emerick's hand was seen reaching behind him. He would probably pull out a pistol and shoot this unlucky guy to death in the next second.

However, the gangster's companion was obviously more perceptive than this guy. When he saw Emeric's actions, he quickly grabbed his friend and covered his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry, my friend is drunk and didn't mean to offend."

While apologizing, he dragged her towards the stairwell.

Seeing this, Emeric also put down his hands behind his back.

"Oh, what a pity, I missed the show."

"It's gone. It's gone."

Seeing that there was no more good show to watch, the onlookers dispersed.

However, David had no idea what was happening outside the gate of the next life, and he didn't even hear a word of curse from the gangster.

Because it was really too noisy here, the loud rock music and the revelry of the surrounding mercenaries made it almost impossible for him to hear other sounds.

I don’t know if it’s because that old woman Roger missed Johnny Silverhand that this happened.

"But, what is there to miss about that madman?"

David muttered something casually, then sat down at the booth in front of the counter and greeted the "female" bartender who was busy at the bar.

"Hey, Claire."

"Hey David, how are you?"

The "female bartender" called Claire stopped what she was doing and responded enthusiastically: "What would you like to drink today? The same as usual?"

"Yeah, same old fashioned, one tequila old fashioned, some beer, some chili. And the other one is vodka, ice, lime juice, ginger beer. Oh, and most importantly... some love."

"Got it, one Johnny Silverhand and one Jack Wills, right?"

"Yes, that's right. Thank you for your help." David nodded with a smile.

As for the drink for Jack Wells, it was his own idea, and he intended to give Jack a surprise later.

The only pity is that this glass of wine is only sold to him for the time being and is not included in the wine list.

But soon this glass of wine will officially be on the wine list of the afterlife.

He is confident about this.

"This is my job."

Claire always smiled gently and it was very comfortable to chat with her. She was completely different from the doorman who had a stern face all day long, as if someone owed him a lot of money.

But since we're talking about Claire, there are some things we need to know...

Claire Russell is the full name of this "female" bartender, and basically all the regulars in the afterlife know her.

The bartender not only knows their favorite drinks and what they drank last time, but also knows exactly what their friends ordered.

Likewise, most people know a thing or two about Claire.

For example, although this person is a great beauty, most people are not interested in that.

Although there is also the untouchable title of bartender in the next life, the most important thing is that Claire is a transgender...

That’s right, it’s just as you imagined. She was originally a lesbian and had a sex change operation for her husband.