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

But unfortunately, her husband lost his life in a car race.

In addition, all the drinks named after legendary figures on the afterlife wine list are personally mixed by Claire.

"One Johnny Silverhand and one Jack Wells. Please enjoy."

Just like now, in less than a minute, two drinks were prepared.

"Thank you."

David responded subconsciously, picking up the two glasses of wine placed in front of him.

Only dead legends are qualified to have a cocktail named after them appear on the drink menu in the afterlife.

This is the rule of the afterlife.

The goal is to immortalize their name on the wine list.

Of course, Claire would love it if a living legend were on the wine list.

But...

Because the recipe was too weird, the two glasses of wine that were mixed looked weird too.

Maybe it’s because I don’t understand cocktails?

David always thought so, then picked up the two glasses of wine and drank them in one gulp.

Jack's drink was okay, just a little sour, and the stimulation of the carbonation made his expression look a little ugly, while Johnny's drink almost cost him his life.

What a mess this smells like.

The spiciness of old-fashioned tequila, coupled with the spiciness of chili peppers and the stimulation of carbonic acid, the three stimulations mixed together have completely turned into a new unknown substance, which clearly interprets the word "spicy in the throat".

It felt like Johnny Silverhand himself, so chaotic and disorganized.

The taste almost made him vomit on the spot, but he still swallowed it with difficulty.

It's just that all the facial features are squeezed together.

"David, you don't look like you're good at dealing with carbonation, but why do you always order these two drinks?"

Seeing that he looked very tired, Claire asked curiously.

"Nothing, just to commemorate a friend."

But I still can't accept this taste...

"Um..."

Claire snorted back a little, then looked at him one more time.

As a bartender in her next life, she thought she had a strong ability to judge people, but she was a little confused about the young man David.

Especially this sentence in commemoration of friends.

At this age, normally he should still be in school.

But if that's the case, what friends are worth commemorating with wine?

"By the way Claire, can I leave you a recipe?"

When David said this, many mercenaries passing by stopped and looked at him curiously.

Being able to come here, you must know something about the young man David Martinez. He is already a legendary figure in the afterlife and the youngest mercenary.

However, the recipe for the wine has not been decided yet, and I happened to come across it today, so of course I had to take a look.

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

Claire still had that familiar faint smile on her face.

"Okay, let's decide on the content..."

David propped his head on the counter with his arm, looking at the metal ceiling, and thought: "One third of vodka and ice, one third of rum, and one third of Coke in a shot glass."

"Oh, by the way, let's add a slogan - [Live Greatly, Die Gloriously.]"

"Okay, no problem." Claire nodded and took everything he said to heart.

"Thank you."

David stood up and left the counter.

The content of this glass of wine is actually David’s original glass of wine.

The vodka is Maozi's street food, so it represents the street kid David, while the coke represents Lucy who likes to tease him with things like carbonated drinks.

As for why add rum?

Because rum is called pirate liquor, it is very suitable to describe him as a latecomer.

However, only he himself understood the meaning of this.

As for the taste...

It's not him who's drinking it anyway, so what does it have to do with him even if it tastes bad?

If I can cheat one, I'll cheat it.

Later, he found Qi Wei in a box-like place deep in the afterlife.

"David."

"Hey, Qiwei."

He greeted Qi Wei enthusiastically, but besides Qi Wei, there was also a bespectacled guy sitting inside - Faraday, and his three beloved modified male sex dolls.

The kind that has absolutely no independent consciousness, just like a bunch of dolls.

"Tsk, what a disgusting old pervert, he's actually a perverted male ketone..."

I complained slightly in my heart.

Although I already knew it, I still felt sick after seeing it.

However, he still chose to go in.

"come on."

When she passed Qi Wei, she left after saying this.

After seeing Qi Wei leave, Faraday, who was sitting inside with a gentlemanly demeanor, finally spoke: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Martinez."

"Isn't that right? You're being a little strange, Four Eyes... No, Mr. Faraday."

He sat down on the sofa with great fanfare as if he were back home, and said jokingly with a smile: "We have already met during that carjacking commission."

"Really? Then please let me introduce myself again. I'm Faraday."

"I know. They are from the military technology department. I understand."

David waved his hand in disappointment. "Instead of being so fussy here, why don't we just get straight to the point. What do you want to talk to me about?"

If Qi Wei hadn't been the middleman to contact him, he wouldn't have bothered to come and would have gone home to be with Lucy.

But Faraday said calmly, "Don't worry, let me buy you a drink."

He pointed to another glass of wine on the table, but he made no move to pick it up.

After all, boys have to protect themselves when they go out, especially when facing this dead man ketone.

He didn't want to drink a glass and then wake up with a sore butt the next day.

But Faraday didn't care and continued, "I've heard a lot about you recently. You've been building up a reputation for yourself, and even joined the Terrorist Mobile Team. You're a newcomer who's been upgrading with Sian Westin."

"Tsk, what are you trying to say? And the Sian Westin you mentioned is just one of my prosthetic parts."

"That's true. Now you look like you have more prosthetics than flesh, but you still maintain this slim figure. It seems that you have a good prosthetic doctor."

Faraday continued to talk about a bunch of irrelevant things, which made David even more irritable. What he hated most was this kind of red tape and a bunch of unnecessary small talk.

Can't you just say what you want to say?

You have to go around in circles.

However, before he could get angry, Faraday mentioned the key point.

"I used to work for Mann because he was quite good at teamwork, but sometimes his obsession with others distracted him and reduced the quality of his work.... I heard that you are also good at teamwork."

"Don't you know everything?"

David, who had heard enough nonsense, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, "From Qiwei."

The curling green smoke created a hazy veil between the two people, making it impossible for them to see each other clearly.

But their gazes never strayed even a bit.

"That's true, but I expect you to prove that you have the same level of professional skills as Mann."

Faraday's tone never changed. He kept talking about some unimportant things in a very slow tone.

"Want to test me?" David narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's understandable."

"hehe."

David suddenly laughed out loud: "Mr. Faraday, I don't quite understand what you are talking about..."

"But don't forget one thing. You are the client, and I am a mercenary... In other words, you are here to ask me for help."

"What do you mean?" Faraday frowned slightly, and a red light flashed in the three eyes on one side.

"Nothing, just a little bit emotional."

As David spoke, he slowly sat up, straightened his body, and imitated Faraday's tone and said slowly:

"We have known each other for several months, and this is the first time you have come to me for help... I can't even remember what your attitude was when you came to us last time."

"Besides, my old buddy Mann is also your old partner, and you have never visited him once since the accident."

"Let me be frank! You never wanted our friendship. You only knew how to do dirty money deals with us."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Faraday narrowed his four eyes slightly.

He seemed to understand what the young man in front of him said, but he couldn't quite understand it.

But David didn't care and continued to talk to himself:

"I understand. You made a fortune in military technology, your business is doing well, and you live a good life. When you go out, you have people from military technology to protect you. It's not difficult. You don't need a friend like me."

"But... now you come to me and say, 'Mr. Martinez, I want to test you.' You have no respect for me at all. You don't consider me a friend, and you don't even want to call me Daddy David."

At this point, Faraday finally understood.

"In other words, you don't want to accept my commission?" Faraday's eyes gradually became unfriendly.

The beginning was still okay, but it became increasingly outrageous towards the end, especially the word "Dad", which was simply an insult to him.

"That's right." David leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs and said, "It's best if you can understand that."

But even so, Faraday still sat there and did not leave.

"What? You're not going to leave yet?" David teased again.

"Martinez... No, Mr. David, won't you consider it again? The jobs I have are not cheap. They are all jobs from the company, the ones with the highest remuneration."

Faraday tried to salvage one more wave.

Normally, there would be nothing to talk about in this situation.

But there is no way. There is something in David's hands that he must get. Only in this way can he continue to cooperate with military technology.

"So what?"

David stood up slowly and looked down at Faraday who was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were a little cold. "I am not short of money, fame, or commissions...especially your commissions. I have no shortage of them."

"you..."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Without giving Faraday any chance to continue speaking, he immediately turned around and left the room.

Only Faraday was left sitting there gritting his teeth in hatred.

Before the discussion, Faraday had prepared countless plans, including one in which David asked for an exorbitant price.

But I never expected that this guy would so decisively refuse my commission.