Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

"No more words." Dilla shook the empty wine glass in her hand, "I'll call home first to check on the situation."

"Be at ease, be at ease, give you a tissue to wipe the sweat on your forehead... I have never seen you so flustered and embarrassed before."

"Aren't you afraid that you, cunt, are right?" Dilla glared at her colleague and grabbed the tissue he handed over to her.

"OK... OK..." The colleague shook his head. Being familiar with Dila's temperament, he had no choice but to bear all the blame on himself.

Dilla ignored him and just hurried to the bathroom, her hand holding the phone trembling slightly.

The old fuselage seemed unable to withstand his harder and harder grip, and it let out an unpleasant "squeaking" wail.

His fingertips were shaking up and down, as if they no longer obeyed the instructions of his brain.

In just a few seconds, he actually entered the wrong number three times in a row, which he had already memorized by heart.

"*, calm down! Dilla!" He said viciously to the panicked, pale and sweating man in the mirror, "You are such a waste!"

He punched the mirror as hard as he could, shattering the ridiculous coward into a pile of scattered glass shards.

"Huh..." Dilla gasped, her fingertips stained with blood pressed back and forth on the phone screen several times, and finally entered the correct number.

"Hello? Husband? What..."

"Are you okay? Nia!" The flames all over his body seemed to have found an outlet and spewed out. He was forced to roar uncontrollably, interrupting his wife's question.

"What can happen to me? What's wrong with you, husband? Why are you yelling, my ears are going to go deaf!" Nia said angrily, her voice was a little ethereal. It seemed that she kept her mobile phone far away to protect her ears. .

"Where's our dad? Where did old Ruifan go?" Dilla breathed a sigh of relief and her tone became much calmer.

"I'm at work...as usual." Nia said, wondering why her lover suddenly cared about such an issue.

"Where does he work? I asked him before, but he didn't tell me. He only said that he was promoted under the arrangement of the company... He is such a stubborn old man!" Dilla felt that her heart was about to beat out of her chest. He calmed down slowly, his tone was tainted with a slightly relaxed smile, and he seized the opportunity to express his bitterness to his wife.

"He said he would surprise you when the time comes..." Nia said mysteriously, keeping her promise to her father and not leaking the secret.

"Tch...Okay, okay, I'm going to take the order. This is a fat and greasy job! We can have extra meals at our house tomorrow!" Dilla glanced at the glass corpses scattered in front of her and felt Each small shard of glass reflected his own bright smile.

"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for your good news... I love you!" Nia kissed the phone hard, as if she wanted to press it hard on the man's lips through the phone.

She is already imagining the future. She and Dilla will stay in the store opened by her father and entertain the children together.

"I love you... I'm dead!"

"OK Bye Bye!"

Dilla put the phone back into her pocket, turned on the faucet and washed the blood on her hands. Humming a little tune, she happily walked out of the bathroom and gave a "reassuring" gesture to her colleagues who looked at her inquiringly. , leaving the motel with brisk steps.

Of course, he didn't forget to leave a tip for the waiter when he left, which was regarded as the cost of repairing the mirror.

Although there have been constant turmoil recently, his family is still relatively stable.

Is there anything more comfortable than this?

Dilla thought about it, opened the door of her car parked on the roadside, and sat in.

He pulled the rearview mirror and looked at himself with a rosy face, and the smile on his lips became even brighter.

Turning the steering wheel fiercely and pressing the accelerator hard, the old taxi flew like a light peregrine falcon. Before the car behind got close to the rear of the car, it slid out of the parking space, turned around in the middle of the road, and drove in the opposite direction, on both sides of the two-lane road. Just before the two cars were about to cross, the car passed between them.

Dilla used his driving skills wantonly, just to reach the destination faster.

Three cars were forced to stop in the middle of the road due to his arrogant behavior. Amidst the red car lights, the furious car horns blared one after another, which was harsh and unpleasant.

The entire driveway was blocked because of his dashing behavior.

Dilla glanced at the rearview mirror. It seemed that an ambulance was also blocked, but he didn't pay attention to it.

These days, rich people have all insured themselves, and if there is a problem, they are picked up by a special floating vehicle. This kind of old ambulance is really rare. It is probably a charity to treat homeless people on the roadside.

In other words, it is more accurate to say that collecting corpses is just for show.

Dilla thought, sneered, stepped on the accelerator hard, and blocked the mouths of all the vehicles behind him with a stretched red ribbon.

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"Damn! Why did you stop? Life is at stake!" The young voice roared, and blood seemed to spurt from his young throat.

"There's a traffic jam! Damn it, what's going on!"

In the old ambulance, two figures surrounded the old man lying on the stretcher, their hands constantly busy.

Originally, according to the government's instructions, their medical team was going to participate in the weekly "hobo treatment" public welfare program. Unexpectedly, they met an old man who attempted to jump off a building on the road.

"Holy shit! Damn that immoral thing!" The red-haired woman ran back from the car and closed the passenger door forcefully.

"Gloria! What's going on?" The man who was bandaging the old man urgently asked quickly, and the young assistant who helped him was even more anxious.

"There's a madman driving dangerously and blocking the whole road!" Gloria said angrily, knocking on the clock in the car that was about to break.

"Damn it!" the driver beside him cursed in a low voice. Being familiar with the traffic conditions in Night City, he had no hope of solving the traffic jam problem in time.

"What should we do now? We can't just watch him die in front of us!" The young assistant finally couldn't help it and shouted out the wishes of everyone present.

"Open the back door! Get out of the car and go to a place where there is no traffic, and ask a driver to help! In such a big place, I don't believe there is not even a single kind person!" Gloria patted the company's newly issued yellow jacket uniform, "Be worthy of it. These clothes! We are also doctors! Damn it, I am going to snatch someone from the hands of death today!"

The young assistant was the first to answer, anxiously opening the rear door and preparing to carry the old man out on a stretcher.

"Be careful, this old gentleman can't stand the slightest bit of trouble!" The male doctor still maintained his professional calm, while carrying the stretcher, he warned the young man not to be rash.