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"It just so happened that this guy liked the legendary world conqueror Genghis Khan very much, so he took his name and used it."

"But isn't Genghis Khan called Temujin?"

Bai Rui expressed her doubts, wondering if there was something wrong with the history of this world or if her cognition was confused.

Isn’t the real name of Genghis Khan Temujin?

"Hey, Bai Rui, you are really educated. I only found out about this 'Genghis Khan' by searching on the Internet."

Well, you are the heavyweight.

Wells looked ignorant and gave Bai Rui a thumbs up.

"That guy is just as half-baked as I am. He mistook Temujin's son for his father, so he called himself 'Chagatai'. But he has been calling himself that for so long that he simply stopped changing it."

......

Silence, still silence.

Bai Rui was thinking whether it was birds of a feather flock together or birds of a feather flock together.

Otherwise, how could Jack find these two heavyweights from more than 200 people in the Hive?

"How about meeting these two guys?"

"No problem at all."

Jack nodded seriously.

Chapter 233 "Crusader" Rising Star Plan, "Bounce" James!!!

"James is drinking upstairs, and John is on leave at his own house. It will be easy to see them."

Jack obviously knew how funny the nicknames he had chosen for the two people were, so he honestly called them by their real names to preserve the last bit of his dignity.

But it's no use anymore.

It's impossible to be serious with such a funny nickname.

Bai Rui had no choice but to walk up the stairs and head to the bar on the first floor.

The "Rip Off" bar was still so peaceful and relaxing, with sexy music playing, and the Hive mercenaries who had no delivery missions sat at the tables in twos and threes, drinking wine.

As soon as he came up, Jack waved his hand and pointed to one of the tables.

Apparently, James "Ricochet" was at that table.

But before the two men got close, the situation took an unexpected turn.

The people at James' table were a little tipsy and were chatting with bottles of wine in hand. James, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and had the "beehive" icon tattooed on each arm, seemed a little drunk and lay on the table as if he had fallen asleep.

But as if suddenly awakened from a nightmare, James sat up abruptly, picked up the empty beer bottle on the table and smashed it to the ground with broken glass.

The breaking sound stimulated James even more. His eyes were blank and he looked around in panic, as if he didn't know where he was.

He lost control of his body and slid off the chair to the ground, looking extremely panicked and frightened. His hands were as if he was holding a gun, and he was crawling under the table.

"Go, the 'ricochet' disease has occurred, quickly hold him down!"

"Fuck, this is such a bad time!"

James' drinking buddies at the table all started to move, looking anxious but not panicked, as if they had dealt with this kind of situation before.

At this time, Bai Rui and Jack also came over, and the Hive mercenaries who stood up also noticed it.

"BOSS!"

"BOSS!"

"Never mind me, what's wrong with this James?"

The situation suddenly became like this, and Bai Rui was a little confused. He thought that James had some malignant disease.

James stared at everyone in panic, muttering something, and tried hard to get under the table.

At this time, the older mercenary nearby saw this and quickly called another person.

"Marcus, get your squirt gun out, James is having PTSD."

The man named Marcus did not hesitate and quickly took out an inflatable water gun from his pocket, which was totally incompatible with the current tense atmosphere, and stuffed it into James' hand.

Only then did Bai Rui hear clearly that what James was muttering was the word "gun" intermittently, but it was unclear and she could not hear it clearly for a moment.

It was really like magic. After being sprayed with water by the water gun, James actually calmed down slowly and his body stopped shaking.

Finally, James calmed down completely and his eyes slowly became clear again.

"Funk..."

Coming back to his senses, James patted his head in disappointment and slowly crawled out from under the table.

"Phew, done!"

The people around heaved a sigh of relief when they saw this, and slowly pulled over chairs and sat down again.

Bai Rui was the only one present who didn't quite understand.

Although she had some guesses, she was still missing some details.

"It's nothing, just an old problem of our soldiers, PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)."

PTSD, in layman's terms, refers to a delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths involving himself or herself or others, or being threatened with death, or serious injury, or a threat to physical integrity.

Simply put, it is a psychological disorder that a mentally normal person will experience after experiencing the death of someone else, or killing someone with his own hands.

In modern society, occupational diseases are common among police, doctors, and soldiers who face the death of others on the front line.

Among soldiers, the symptoms were more severe.

Because soldiers often kill people with their own hands and they also suffer extraordinary psychological pressure.

After all, the police and doctors can still use moral factors such as eliminating evil and saving patients to alleviate their doubts, but the soldiers have nowhere to escape.

In many cases, they just killed another person who had nothing to do with them for 3,000 euros. There is no morality that can explain such a thing, especially when it has nothing to do with defending the country.

Therefore, the incidence and severity of PTSD among soldiers are extremely serious.

One of the symptoms of this mental illness is the re-experiencing of psychological traumatic scenes. Specifically, for soldiers, they often think that they are still on the battlefield where their lives are threatened.

This kind of mental illness can be controlled with effective social care and medical care, but unfortunately, there is neither in Night City.

This kind of social indifference is more likely to worsen the condition, causing veterans who already suffer from PTSD to go to another extreme, cyberpsychosis.

So that explains it.

James just woke up and had a relapse. He thought he was in a trench. When encountering danger in a trench, the first thing he would do is to look for a gun and a cover.

So the mercenaries gave him a water gun, and his condition was alleviated.

As for why the Hive Mercenaries would carry a water gun.

Nature is designed to deal with this situation.

After all, there are more than one person suffering from this disease. As time goes by, doctors become good doctors and they have mastered some skills.

“But there are also benefits.”

Seeing that the situation was under control, the old mercenary took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, and started joking with the people around him.

"We came back from the battlefield, and Night City was full of gunfights. It was like coming home."

After hearing this, everyone laughed.

People who are a bit older tend to find fun in hardship, and everyone laughed when this dark humor came out.

Only Bai Rui couldn't laugh.

Looking at James, who had been having a seizure just a moment ago and now talking and laughing with everyone as if nothing had happened, Bai Rui felt mixed emotions and couldn't figure out a clear feeling.

At this moment, Hive, the organization she founded, felt even heavier in her heart.

Their own hive can absorb these veterans, allowing them to earn money and do some decent work, which has undoubtedly helped them greatly.

If she didn't do this, these veterans who were discriminated against by society would have no choice but to work in sweatshops and become gang members for money, and that would be an endless abyss.

James, who has returned to normal, is just a normal guy.

After all, she is only twenty-six or twenty-seven, which is the prime of her youth.

He has all the qualities of a young man: enthusiastic, generous, talkative. Of course, he is also very capable, which is totally inconsistent with his funny nickname "Bounce".

Or maybe it was because he had too few interactions with women in the army, so when he spoke to her, his eyes were a little evasive and his speech was halting.

But in short, he is indeed a good player and Jack has a good eye.

When it was announced that the opponent would be selected for the special forces team with Jack as the captain, the boy jumped for joy three times.

Chapter 234 I couldn't help but burst out laughing!!!

"Bounce" James was dealt with, and the only one left was the spiritual Mongol of Night City, John, nicknamed "Chagatai".

According to Jack, John is also a veteran.

And he served for many more years than James, a full eleven years.

"Chagatai" John was off duty today and was at his own home, so Bai Rui and Jack drove to John's house.

John's house was not far away, in an old residential building in the Kabuki district, and it was on the first floor, which saved a lot of effort.

After all, there doesn't seem to be any elevator access projects in Night City. Going upstairs in these old communities is not cyberpunk at all, and you still have to climb on foot.

They soon arrived at the destination and Bai Rui and Jack got out of the car.

"Ahem, there are quite a lot of people here. I thought it was a desolate old neighborhood."

After getting off the car, Bai Rui put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath of the colorful air in the alley that was mixed with gasoline, garbage, etc. He was almost sent away directly. He spoke while coughing.

"Heh, you must be kidding. Every inch of land in Night City is worth a lot of money. There are people everywhere. There is no such thing as a desolate place except the outskirts of the city."

Looking at Bai Rui who was almost killed by the exhaust gas, Jack finally regained the confidence of an old Night City man and said with a loud laugh.

"Let's go. 'Chagatai' is on the first floor opposite."

Just like any old building, the walls are gray and covered with colorful graffiti. There are also waste newspapers and old glass bottles everywhere. If you are sharp-eyed, you can even find some used syringes in the corners.

Obviously it was left by some "gentlemen".

The security in this area is obviously not very good, but this is something that the NCPD officers in this area should consider, so Bai Rui and the others were not disturbed.

"'Chagatai'! 'Chagatai'! I'm Wells, and I'm here to see you!"

I knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time.

Bai Rui frowned.

"He's not home?"

"That's impossible. This guy stays at home all the time except for work. I don't think he has any other hobbies."

As Jack spoke, he tentatively turned the doorknob, and to his surprise, the door opened as soon as he turned it.

Looking at the wide open door, the two men looked at each other, both with vigilance in their eyes.

The door was not locked, but no one answered. I thought Chagatai might have met with some accident.

The two men pulled out their pistols and entered carefully.

The scene in the room was somewhat unexpected to Bai Rui.

In her opinion, the homes of these veterans should be messy, with empty wine bottles and empty food boxes everywhere, but she didn't expect that Chagatai's home was quite clean.

The table, sofa and TV are all placed properly. Apart from the lack of a bit of life, there's nothing wrong with it.

"'Chagatai'! 'Chagatai'!"

Jack shouted twice more and walked into two rooms, only to find that there was indeed no trace of "Chagatai". He immediately touched his head in confusion.

"Is he really not here?"

Before he finished his words, he heard a typical hoarse voice coming from outside the window at the back of the house, which was caused by the damage caused by cigarettes and alcohol.