As a player, can you be normal?

King: I discovered something...

Angel was cleaning the vase and was in no mood to talk to him.

If this continues, the [Remnant], [Focuser] and [Rescuer] will all die. The king looked at the TV screen, touched his chin and said: Mirror Master's strength... seems to be a bit too high.

Angel, tell me, should I go into the script and change the story?

Would you like to make a bet? The loser will be contracted to repair the air conditioner for a year. Angel said.

OK.

Well, I bet they'll figure out the mirror themselves.

Then I'm sure to win. The king paused: But...if they really win, I will give good rewards to outstanding employees.

Angel smiled slightly and did not respond to him.

Angel, why do you think they can win?

I've seen that Li Nuo.

I know.

I asked him if he could kill Mirror Master. Do you know what he said? Angel looked at the king holding the boring turntable with the remote control and said, It's not whether I can, but whether I want to.

The king's fingers paused for a moment, and then he said: You don't mean to say that you saw the shadow of my past in that boy, right? It's been hundreds of years, and you still remember it so clearly.

Angel put down the vase: There is no way. The greatest advantage of bionic people is their memory that never fades.

…

It started to rain lightly again.

The woman was lying on the bed, the room was dark, she was only wearing underwear, her arms were on her forehead, her legs were bandaged, and she couldn't move at all.

If you use the company hospital to treat your legs, you will regain the ability to walk and get a company medical bill.

It would take thirty years without food or water to pay off the medical expenses.

So she would rather go to a black clinic to treat her leg injury.

She was bored waiting for a call from the clinic.

The room was dirty and shabby. It could barely accommodate a bed and a table. The water heater might have leaked electricity and there was no sink.

She glanced out the window. The sky was gray and the weather forecast said that it would rain heavily soon.

I'm a little hungry, but thinking of my broken legs...

If it starts to rain...how can I come back...

She took out her phone from under the pillow to see if there was any food delivery service nearby, but what she saw were missed calls and messages from her boss.

——Go to Jiulong, there is something important.

——Damn, what are you doing!

——Get over there quickly, bitch!

It's so stupid...

She put on gray spandex short sleeves, sat on the edge of the bed, equipped the broken leg with a half-body exoskeleton, tightened the fixation strap on the sole of the foot, and then unfolded the artificial auxiliary bionic external muscles woven with carbon nanotube yarn, and the nerve induction capture layer was tightly Stick to the calf.

In the same way, she put the other parts on her knees, hips and waist.

Finally, throw on a pair of black pants.

Under such circumstances, she could safely put herself into the wheelchair. At least if she was involved in a gunfight, she would not be thrown out of the wheelchair when escaping.

She sat in an electric wheelchair and moved forward slowly.

He left the room and took the elevator to the street.

Fortunately, Kowloon is very close to her residence, otherwise she would have to take the company's floating car there, which would increase her extra expenses.

The wheelchair was provided by the company, but she had no choice. She really had no money to buy a wheelchair, so she had to work for the company for a few more years to pay off the wheelchair.

The wind and rain howled in the building, and she stood up her collar silently.

The phone vibrated, and he slowly took out the phone marked with the Military Technology logo.

Her boss's profile picture was displayed on the screen.

Fuck...fuck...

She cursed under her breath, but changed her mood and picked up the phone.

Before she could speak, the voice on the other end of the phone almost roared into her ears.

Fuck! Valerie! Are you fucking dead!?

I……

She wanted to say Fuck you but couldn't open her mouth.

I'm on my way there.

You've got fifteen minutes, bitch!

The call was hung up.

She looked at the reflection in the window across the commercial street and stared at her face covered with wounds.

Oh shit……

Miles...

[Continuing to broadcast today’s major news, the Kowloon Lane area of ​​​​Kuala Lumpur New Town was brutally attacked recently]

The news was playing on the TV square behind them.

[Unidentified gangsters broke into the area and caused serious damage to the house. The amount of damage was at least...well, sorry, I can't say this]

[It is reported that the gangster is a cyberpsychopath disguised as a priest]

[In this regard, the Military Technology Priest Management Association stated: This person is a spy planted by a certain country, and the details are still under investigation]

[The police are currently formulating relevant retaliatory actions, and I believe there will be results soon]

[We will continue to report the follow-up progress of this incident for you. Fortunately, most of the nearby residential areas did not enter the crossfire circle. Considering the scale of the damage, casualties have been minimized]

The attacker...

It was familiar to her.

A few years earlier, I might have been the attacker.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

It's a pity that no one remembers the famous V.

Now there is only Valerie.

Less than ten minutes later, Valerie arrived at the pseudo-Kowloon City, took the upward elevator, and entered the devastated Kowloon from the platform square.

Valerie marveled at the scene in front of her: Holy shit... this place has been fucked by God's dick?

Well, you can say that. A man who was recording something came over and helped Valerie push the wheelchair: That guy Mason is angry because you were ten minutes late.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I already owe the damn new United States of America about 100,000 euros in medical expenses. Valerie asked: I remember... your team should be on vacation today, right?

We worked extra overtime yesterday, which cost the company a lot of electricity. A kid's hand got caught in the machine. According to the company's regulations, our team needs to pay extra electricity bills and machine maintenance fees to the company. So today's vacation is cancelled.

Don't be surprised, just get used to it.

The man pushed Valerie to a certain floor in the building, where a large number of staff were conducting on-site inspections.

We discovered an old acquaintance of yours, Valerie.

Old acquaintance...heh, who is it?

Li De.

Valerie's eyes froze.

She saw Li De lying under the white cloth, dead.

He was shot in the lung and has been dead for over a week.

They lifted the white cloth, and there was a strange smile on Li De's swollen and rotten face.

Look...he smiled as happily as if he had been blessed by God.

Yeah, what do you think, Valerie?

The woman has been in a state of confusion. Many years have passed since she became a company dog. This is how she thought about meeting her old friend.

But I didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Who killed...?

The leader of the Fierce Ghost Gang, Big Daddy, but... The staff looked behind the railing at the wreckage of Kowloon: After this night of torment, the Fierce Ghost Gang is probably gone, at least in Kowloon. They have no foothold in this place, damn...it’s fucking unbelievable.”

Yeah... incredible. Valerie seemed to see the way she used to do things: I said... what is my job?

Oh, the superior said that you need to identify the perpetrator's combat methods. You must know that the surveillance here has basically been destroyed and cannot be repaired.

The perpetrator...

The priest who volunteered to broadcast live at night had a mosaic face. It was hard to see what he looked like. The company's propaganda to the society was just an advertisement. The staff handed Valerie a cigarette, but the woman did not refuse.

She doesn't smoke, but sometimes she misses an old friend, so she smokes one for him.

Old friends, old friends again.

I still have an operation, so I'll make a long story short. Valerie stared at the mess at the scene, her pupils flashed left and right, and she quickly said: Judging from the deceased and the surrounding damage, the murderer's weapon was a melee weapon. The length of the iron rod is about 70 to 80 centimeters. Judging from the bite on the ground... he should have suffered severe injuries, but he is not dead. He has steel armor or excellent physical resistance.

She pushed her wheelchair and came to a slope.

There are two types of bullets, 9mm round-head bullets for pistols, and special explosive bullets for shotguns. Pupils passed through the bullet holes in the wall: The bullets can penetrate the wall, but they are not smart weapons, but... have a special smell of gunpowder. Son, that's Malorian.

You mean, Johnny Silverhand's favorite gun? the worker asked.

Well, I can guarantee this, it's from Silver Hand. Valerie stared at the semicircular hole left on the wall in confusion: There is also an eight-star gun, an eight-star gun from Adam's Heavy Hammer.

Damn, this is a bit nonsense.

No, listen to her. When it comes to killing, no one in the world is more professional than her.

Valerie didn't care what other people said. As she walked, she glanced around and said: The murderer is about 172 to 178 centimeters tall, not too tall. He is a special type of servant who is used to using skills to move. Bing', probably didn't have too many implants installed, and there are no signs of any time-stop implants. All in all, this guy is probably a lone wolf similar to 'Morgan Blackhand', but with weird burns trace.

Valerie picked up a piece of scorched earth: It is not an ordinary flame, but like a phosphorus fire bomb. It is extremely corrosive and has a large range. The target should have used this kind of flame many times in a narrow area. Normal people would never Crazy enough to use this thing on a small scale.”

Why? someone asked.

Do you shoot a gun while you poop? Valerie asked.

I say, Valerie, you'd better make it clearer, one person said.

To put it simply, he obviously carries a large number of phosphorus and fire props. If those things are used in a small area, even himself will be burned to ashes, just like the minions of the devil, so he must have a way to prevent the flames from affecting him. Injuries, and also, if you look at the bodies left at the scene, those who were killed in close combat, the wounds show the murderer’s ruthlessness and quickness, and his ability to do things without hesitation.”

Valerie was silent for a few seconds, as if she saw her former self.

That person must have walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Okay, Valerie. A man said, Take some photos and make a report plan. We have to work overtime tonight to find out what happened to the murderer.

Hey, you can't rest anymore?

Stop complaining, at least we're still alive, right?

Valerie put out her cigarette, and the people around her had already walked away. She took her cell phone and took pictures everywhere.

The rain started to fall again.

getting bigger.

The water droplets in the sky washed away the messy ruins, and the neon lights in the distance continued to flash, but they were much weaker.

There are many people carrying their daily necessities among the ruins.

She took photos for recording in the heavy rain. Looking back at the photos, she found that... most of these people didn't seem to be in any low mood, but were... very happy.

Someone noticed the Military Technology sign on Valerie's wheelchair and deliberately kept a certain distance away from her.

They all deliberately fear the company.

Valerie looked at the group of people and slowly pushed the wheelchair, until the wheels got stuck in a rock crevice.

Damn it……

She pushed the wheels hard, but to no avail. She couldn't load the implant and was a real waste.

It's garbage.

He is a useless person.

It's a piece of meat that's not even worthy of being made into parts.

Madam, let me help you. The girl's voice came from behind.

Valerie turned around and saw a girl with watery eyes helping Valerie with her hands. A middle-aged man came behind her and helped her push the wheelchair out.

Thanks……

My name is Emily.

Yeah, Valerie.

Valerie noticed that there was no regret or panic in the eyes of these people. Instead, they reflected the brightness of the sun above the dark clouds.

You...why don't you look panic at all? It's obvious that our home has been destroyed.

Who would call hell their home? Emily said: It must be a good thing to leave the control of hell. What's more, after this destruction, the government will install a new garbage room for us, at least we will have a place to live. It’s okay, isn’t it?”

Oh, yes, but you all look very happy, especially you.

Of course, because Arasaka Tower was bombed.

Valerie's hand stopped.

Arasaka Tower...

You mean, Arasaka Tower?

Sorry, I just used a metaphor... Emily said: But it's just like the legend in 2077, a lone wolf overturned the wasteland alone.

These words stabbed Valerie's chest like needles again and again.

The name V in her mind was imprisoned in her soul, imprisoning her life and her will.

Ever since she was deceived by Miles and turned into a useless person, she hasn't missed her former self so much for a long time.

What did that man do?

The Fierce Ghost Gang was almost completely wiped out, and the demons were wiped out. He did it all by himself that the company couldn't do.

Who is that lone wolf? Valerie frowned slightly: Isn't it related to Morgan's Black Hand?

Isn't he... the priest of your military technology? Emily heard someone calling her, waved her hand, and ran away with a smile: I'm leaving first. May the priest keep you safe.

Aren't the priests of military technology all a bunch of blind people... Valerie wondered.

In the silent doubt, she raised her head and saw in the distance in Kowloon, a skyscraper was blown into a nearly V shaped gap.

Dust brushed her vision.

The unseen dawn light shone into his eyes.

The company is looking for the priest.

But no one will record the smiling faces here as if they were liberated.

The company is making terrible plans behind the scenes.

But no one cares about the dark lives of the people at the bottom.

She leaned back in her chair as if she had turned on Sian Westan, and stood in the heavy rain, staring at the ruins and the hope brought by theology.

Finally, Valerie shook her head.

She knew that these should have nothing to do with her.

After all she is just a forgotten piece of trash and a legend.

On the way back, she still didn't call the company's float truck, after all, it would cost extra.

Valerie set the wheelchair to automatic navigation and driving mode, found a shelter to take shelter from the rain, and looked through the recorded photos and information in boredom.

The rain and fog are hazy.

She was worried about how to explain to Michiko Sugi that the surgery was to be cancelled, and she had to work overtime again. As a company dog, this is normal. Your life is no longer yours, it belongs to the company.

In the rain and fog, two high-speed cars collided in the distance, followed by the sound of machine gunfire.

Valerie knew that there was another gunfight in the neighborhood, and she immediately turned her wheelchair and planned to leave the place of right and wrong.

However……

A blazing car burst out of the fog and crashed into the electronic barrier behind her.

Valerie was knocked to the ground.

When she was about to get up, a car parked nearby, and four guys with submachine guns and pistols got out of the car.

She recognized these bastards at a glance as scavengers.

A butcher who specializes in selling human bodies.

Valerie knew that the scavenger would not take a fancy to her. After all, she was a useless person who couldn't even install an implant. In this world, a guy whose whole body was made of flesh and blood was not worthy of becoming a commodity.

Isn't this...V?

Valerie raised her head sharply at the sound.

It's really V.

In front of her eyes was a pair of black boots covered with mud. Looking up, a man wearing a gas mask looked down at her condescendingly.

Do you still remember me, V? The man took off his mask, revealing half of his face made of exoskeleton and stitched skin: I also ran away from Night City, and I owe you this face.

Valerie knew that this was a debt she had owed before, so she smiled and said, I killed so many people, how could I remember you?

The man put the gun to Valerie's forehead.

I've been wanting to see you since Adam Hammer was resurrected.

We also want to dissect you to see what supports you to be so powerful.

Raindrops hit the ground.

In the silence, a gunshot rang out.

At the last moment when Valerie lost her will, she met Victor and Jack Wills, her father and best friend.

Old Wei...

But a big hand tore her fantasy into pieces.

Top Hat stood behind Miles, looking at her happily, his last consciousness occupied by the devil.

After all, she is a plaything of this era, a victim between the devil and power.

…

The suburban roads are desolate, with ancient ruins crawling in the rain and fog, and the salty soil seems to be covered with frost.

Sea buckthorn and Populus euphratica grew between the rusted railway tracks buried under the soil. On the distant hills, the microwave array of the wireless power transmission station reflected the rain light.

Michiko Uesugi climbed down from the power station ladder with pliers in her mouth.

She walked back to the house next to the road, wiped her head with a towel, and received a new commission.

Damn, that's a big job.

Military technology commissioned mission: kill the priest who caused trouble in Kowloon.

The price offered was nearly half a million euros, and as a middleman, she could get 50% of it and give the rest to the mercenaries.

Someone contacted Michiko before she opened the contact device.

Michiko, I heard from the middleman in the city that there is a big job.

The caller's name was Samos. He was an old-school mercenary who advocated heavy firepower and teamwork. He had a seven-member mercenary team.

Yeah, yes, are you interested?

You can try it, but the price... the middleman in the city will take 60%.

I want fifty percent, Samos, no bargaining.

good.

When will we do it? Do we need equipment? Michiko thought about her own arms business.

We have arrived near your place. Don't worry about the equipment. With the locator provided by the professional prosthetist, the work will be completed soon. Remember to prepare the money.

The other party hung up the phone.

Michiko clicked on the screen window and chose to accept the order. Not long ago, she got into trouble with a big company because of an order involving military technology. If this order can be done well... at least there will be an explanation, so that she will not become the company's prey one day. .

Intermediaries like them, with complex personal connections and internal company resources, tend not to be targeted.

Just like two countries fighting each other without killing each other.

The middleman is a transitional person and does not bear risks.

She looked out the window and saw a taxi parked on the side of the road.

Immediately afterwards, Michiko saw the person she least wanted to see, the white-haired girl getting out of the car wearing high heels, trousers and a white shirt.

Let me go...why is she here again...didn't this girl go to find Valerie...

Michiko hurried out.

Little thief cat, the wind is blowing hard right now, you shouldn't come here right now!

Sorry, Miss Michiko, a friend of mine is injured and needs to find a place to rest. Chabai pointed to the taxi behind him in the rain, took out his gun, and shouted: Sorry to trouble you!

Michiko gritted her teeth: Trouble! What are you doing with a gun? Are you trying to kidnap me? Let me tell you, when I was young...when I was young...

Her voice became quieter and quieter, and she became less and less confident.

She saw another person getting out of the car, a priest wearing a felt hat and holding a cane.

Michiko quickly glanced at the wanted file on the screen.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand...five hundred thousand...a reward...priest...

Michiko was going crazy at this moment.

I fished you out of the garbage dump, and you did this to me!

Facing the accusation, Chabai pulled the bolt of the gun.

At the same time, Michiko heard Samos's signal: Michiko, why is the priest's position... where is it with you?

Michiko gritted her teeth: Help, help!

A gunshot broke the dullness of the falling rain.

Li Nuo's pupils stared at the direction of the fire, and he subconsciously flashed his head.

Sniper bullets smashed through the roof of the taxi.

Cha Bai... there is an ambush... about a hundred meters away, to the north.

It's not an ambush, it's someone who has just arrived. The position has not been set yet. Chabai's prosthetic eye activated and scanned the surroundings: There are seven people, and there is a sniper. Li Nuo, it seems you are wanted.

A car broke through the rain and fog.

Two people opened the car door, turned on the accelerator, and quickly approached Li Nuo at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The moment the two samurai swords struck, they saw the amber pupils moving parallel to their movements under the accelerator.

In an instant, the cane turned into a whip blade, rolled over the flesh and blood body, blocked the remaining light of the samurai sword, and chopped off the internal parts of the two sword holders into the rain and fog.

Li Nuo moved a few steps to the side and just in time avoided the car and collided with it.

Cha Bai raised her hand and fired a fireball. As the fire exploded, she stepped out and stopped the vehicle with her heel. She was hit and sandwiched between the front of the car and the body of the taxi.

The driver of the car held his cigarette holder in his mouth: You idiot, you really think you are made of iron.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the face outside the car window raising his head.

Then the car door was opened by Li Nuo.

The two of them focused their eyes on the four people in the car.

Less than a minute later, the sniper who was ambushing in the sand dunes was preparing to change positions because he had not received a signal from the team.

A bullet flew from a distance and cracked his head open.

Blood sprayed on the ground and mixed with the rain into the soil.

Li Nuo put the sniper rifle back into the weapon box.

He glanced at Cha Bai who was stepping on his head and said, Don't you think it's dirty?

But it works. Cha Bai lifted up the heel of his shoe that was connected to the sticky flesh, took a few steps back, and looked at the closed rolling shutter door of the house.

At this time, Michiko opened the rolling shutter door. She looked at the scene outside the house and the mercenary team that was completely wiped out. She raised her hands in a please gesture.

You two, it's raining heavily. Come inside quickly.

…

Michiko is a woman who adapts to the changing circumstances.

When danger comes, she will never resist. When being raped, it is better to enjoy it than to resist. This is her motto.

She arranged a resting place for Li Nuo and Cha Bai, and was entrusted by the two to find Valerie's contact information.

That woman... was supposed to come for surgery, but she seemed to have to work overtime, so she postponed it. Company dogs are like this. They only have a sense of time for the company and no time for personal life.

Li Nuo sat next to Michiko and opened the panel without saying a word.

[More than three players have completed the task, and a group chat window has been established]

[The satellite positioning map can be opened. Do you want to spend 500 gold coins to enable group chat and map positioning in this script? 】

What the hell?

[Note: The group chat system will appear in certain scripts, similar to the small theater mode]

Li Nuo spent 500 gold coins.

You can see that players who have completed the mission are marked with red dots on the pop-up window map.

Xing Kai: Oh~ can you output text with your thoughts?

Li Nuo: Let me try...

Li Nuo: The minimum membership fee is 0.3 yuan/day, view the full content\u003e

Nanami: I actually clicked...

Marger: Huh?

Nanami: How are your missions going?

Marjie: Humph~

Xing Kai: I work as a doctor in a homeless group, and I'm currently in the last chapter. I'm stuck. Who knows how to separate two men who are stuck together?

Li Nuo: Just cut it.

Xing Kai: Isn't this good? I don't know much about mechanically constructed creatures.

Marger: After cutting it, install an electric airplane cup instead. Huh.

Xing Kai: I'll give it a try.

Nanami: How...are you all doing?

Li Nuo: Cha Bai and I have already met. We are waiting for you at the marking point.

Marjie: Where's Miss Chabai?

Cha Bai: Take a bath.

Nanami: “Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot”

Marjie: By the way, Li Nuo, I watched the live broadcast and the news. Are you sick?

Li Nuo: I can't help it...I was tricked by the mirror. That old bastard is waiting for us in Night City.

Nanami: What's going on?

Li Nuo: The minimum membership fee is 0.3 yuan/day, view the full content\u003e

Nanami: Anyway... let's get together first and then talk... By the way, there seems to be one person missing?

Su Mei: I am being transformed by the people on Miles' side - this world is so exciting.

Li Nuo: Speaking of Miles, I have a plan. Regarding the plan for the next main mission, we have to kill Miles, the president of the new United States of America.

He looked at the mission panel.

The further quest line is to cooperate with Miles, or kill Miles to get her inner eye.

Both missions allow you to enter a certain space in Night City to find the Mirror Master's true form.

Li Nuo used Michiko's computer to look up air tickets. It would take at least a whole day to see Miles going to several of her temporary residences and offices.

If you have enough time, it would be great to cooperate with a company.

But now they only have 48 hours to prepare. During this time, the system or some special factors will have fewer and fewer restrictions on the Mirror Master.

As time shortens, the danger increases. His opponent is a high-dimensional demon, and he has only one choice.

Kill Miles.

Su Mei: You're crazy... That old guy is surrounded by bodyguards armed to the teeth.

Nanami: Didn't you watch the news... A priest destroyed Kowloon. Who would do this except a madman?

Li Nuo: So I plan to hire a mercenary.

Su Mei: I guess...you are referring to V, right? I checked the national archives system. She seems to be a disabled person now, and it was Miles' order.

Marge: It doesn't matter. Victor and I can transform her into a Yorha machine. It only takes four hours.

Nanami: What? What!? This can be done? Tell me in detail!

Li Nuo: The minimum membership fee is 0.3 yuan/day, view the full content\u003e

…

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*(Uh...I slept for about ten hours and am writing)