Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

【But, that won't work...】

【We have nothing in Night City, but at least we can't let others take away our bones. 】

[So we choose to work hard, this is not my choice alone. 】

His body was sitting upright, but his eyes were filled with endless exhaustion.

Night City can eat people.

It first makes you bow your head with cruel survival rules, then strips you of your dignity and personality, and finally shreds your spirit and body, leaving the ordinary people at the bottom to become unexamined walking dead.

Jack is 30 years old, and V is 27 years old. They are not rich and rich, and they cannot fly around in a floating car like Saburo Arasaka when they are over 150 years old.

And Luo Qi even owed Regina part of the money.If it weren't for the commissions he received and the money he had scavenged from the scavengers, he wouldn't even be able to pay the cost of Mowell's medicine.

He loves to drink coffee, but he has never dared to set foot in the luxury cafes of petty bourgeoisie. He can only find his favorite in cheap drink shops in the streets and alleys.

He likes to collect guns, but only dares to choose the cheapest Pulse DS1 for customization.

He loves hand-made models that most boys like, and he saves money for several months before buying a box.

He enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by music, and has made countless appointments before being lucky enough to win a Dongyue Electronics speaker.

But these were all destroyed by Arasaka's attack.

He has no regrets - this is the risk that should be taken in the days of dancing on the tip of the knife.

But he still sees no hope.

I hope that this faint light will die in Night City.

For the average lifespan in Night City, they have lived more than half of it.

Either they die from lack of medical care, or they die from starvation and cold, or they can die violently on the street as long as there is a sudden accident one day.What's more, the job of a mercenary is to seek death—either to let others die, or to die himself.

If you want to escape from the hell of Night City and become an extraordinary person, you must first enter the deepest part of hell.

Challenges and opportunities coexist, and Cyan Bi Building is such a place.

If you succeed, you may become a master in one fell swoop.Among the punishments for failure in the challenge, the best one is death.

[So we went, went without hesitation. 】

Two soft little hands grasped his palm and squeezed it gently, sending out a temperature that softened the body and mind.

It was Mowell, she just held her hand without saying a word or showing any expression.

[If the relic is not damaged, pulling it out may kill you, and you will not get a complete relic.You may now be lying in some company's data network being studied. 】

Luo Qi said indifferently, but there was no trace of ruthlessness and interest-oriented indifference.

The two just met by chance, and he was able to preserve Johnny to this day, which is already the best of humanity.

Johnny is not just Johnny, he represents the only gain for all who risk their lives.

【damn it. 】

Johnny spit out these few light words from his throat.

I don't know if I'm scolding Luo Qi, or myself, or...

This world of shit has not changed for half a century, but has become more and more violent.

But he doesn't blame Luo Qi.

But that thank you, I can't say it.

cigarette!

He wants to smoke.

To cover up the omnipresent, flowing stench of the city.

That taste, no smell required.

Chapter 42 The wind is sweet, so cute

【Mr. Johnny Silverhand, now you have three places to go. 】

Luo Qi counted on his fingers.

【Anders Herman, the chief designer of Relic, fled to Kangtao, he may have a way to get you out. 】

[The voodoo gang wants to use relic to find Ott. In Pacific Island, they must know something that we don't. 】

【Rogge, the most powerful middleman in Night City, the boss of the next life, etc...】

Luo Qi asked in a shocked tone with raised eyebrows.

[Rogge really participated in the 2023 Arasaka Tower attack?She is your teammate? 】

He remembered the well-known legend about Rogge's deeds 50 years ago.

Legendary mercenary, cyberpunk icon, king of the underground, world corrector...

Her name is countless, which is one of the reasons why Jack has always admired the afterlife.

"Did you hear that? The heart of Night City is here - beating."

"Can you imagine? Susan Forrest, Old Snake, even Morgan Blackhand... have all sat on these stools and slept on this bar."

This is how Jack introduced the afterlife to V.

Unlimited yearning and excitement are the sound of footsteps towards the future.

Luo Qi had the honor to read the materials related to the bombing of the Arasaka Tower that year, involving a club called "Atlantis", which was once the center of illegal activities in Night City and also the bridgehead of the resistance organization.

Thanks to some of the media who did not have time to die at the hands of the company's persecution in those years, some history is still not forgotten.

The members of Atlantis include-Rogge, who has become an urban legend, the legendary mercenary Morgan Blackhand and Johnny Silverhand.

[In short, go to Rogge first. 】

Johnny didn't want to care about the Voodoo Gang or not, and he wasn't in a hurry to get out of the PDA.

He is very clear that only Rogge can give everyone the greatest help.

[I have no objection, how about you? 】

Luo Qi asked, looking at Mowell who had been sitting silently beside him.

She nodded and had no objection to this sound plan.

"Go and talk to Roger first, what happened recently is too messy."

V thought so too, and then yawned deeply.

"Where did you talk about the Voodoo Gang and Evelyn?"

Luo Qi frowned, feeling as if he had missed something.

"The Voodoo Gang asked Evelyn to take pictures of Mewtwo in Arasaka Laishan's suite, so as to observe the layout and security facilities inside. Unexpectedly, Evelyn planned to do this vote herself."

V's voice came from the earphones, and there seemed to be vehicles whizzing past there.

"Dexter was contacted by Evelyn. Not only did he evade his employer, but he also wanted to kick out the middleman and split the bill with us."

"Wait... Where did the Voodoo Gang get so much money?" At this moment, Luo Qi realized the problem, "No, they didn't plan to pay at all!"

"That's it."

V sighed, it was very frustrating to be used between the hands of others.

"She's definitely found a new buyer, it's just that no one knows."

Depend on.

Rao Qi, who had calmed down, was also laughed out of anger.

From the very beginning, their career was a fantasy that never existed.

On the contrary, it was Evelyn who somehow managed to hook up with a certain company or organization that could afford it.

It's a pity that her ability is mediocre and her heart is higher than the sky.

But is Evelyn really hateful?

If the trip to the Cyan Bi Mansion failed, Luo Qi would never sit down and think about the problem in such a leisurely manner, because his anger must have made him walk on the road of revenge.

Evelyn is not well-off, even a little bit tight. As a sex partner, no matter whether it is high-end or not, it is just a toy after all. She wants to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to turn over. T-bug wants to use the money he earned from this ticket to retire directly, buy a mansion by the sea, isolate himself from the world, and die.Dexter wants to use this ticket to come out again and restore everything he lost during the two years of running away.Jack and V want to use this vote to become famous and become legends in Night City.

And Luo Qi is not interested in becoming a legend, all he wants is to save his brother, and have a future where he can afford the rent.

Mowell was simpler, she just wanted to report her life-saving grace.

In the past, the ending was bloody chicken feathers, but now, you can still enjoy the sunlight of the setting sun.

Not bad...

Not bad your sister!

When you find the group of hanging hairs from the Voodoo Gang, hang them up one by one and flick them to death!

Luo Qi's stomach hurts when he thinks of this.

But those two little hands touched him again, and he turned his head to look, and saw Mowell leaning quietly on his shoulder with his head of silky black hair.

She seems to have a wonderful magical power, which can make Luo Qi's impetuous spiritual world calm and breezy.

"Come on, it's getting late, let's go have dinner."

Luo Qi stood up, for some reason, a little happy physically and mentally.

It is also a good experience to just walk slowly on the street on a day when you don't have to fight.

Walking from Japan Street through the Kabuki District and back to Little Chinatown is the road Luo Qi is familiar with. Although his home here has been completely lost, his memory will not be forgotten if he wants to.

Finding a fairly clean chow mein stall, Luo Qi and Mowell sat at the bar, chatting casually.

But most of the time it was Luo Qi who was talking, and Mowell who was listening and answering a few words from time to time.

There is indeed nothing interesting about her life in the past few years.

The delicious fried noodles were placed in front of the two by the stall owner, and Mowell handed over a pair of broken disposable chopsticks.

"I don't have anything on me!"

Luo Qi just took a mouthful of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth happily, when someone beside him was shouting.

"We didn't say you had."

"When the Tiger Claw Gang came, why didn't you come to search!?"

The man raised his voice and shouted indignantly.

Tiger Claws?Search?

Luo Qi turned his head and looked over. A man and a woman were surrounded by a wall by two NPCD policemen.

"Shut your mouth, you little brat."

The guy threatened viciously.

Oh, NCPD, that's all right.

Luo Qi didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of law enforcement department that catches first-rate villains and third-rate villains.

As long as stray bullets don't fly into his bowl while eating, everything is fine.

"Wow~! Look at you, garbage police! Saving the world, saving passers-by, awesome, isn't it!?"

The guy who was so angry that he lost his mind was still shouting.

It seems to have interfered a bit with eating.

Rocky picked up the pepper, shook a little into his face, and motioned to Mowell.

The latter took it, added a little too, and put it back in place.

Shoulder to shoulder, listening to the background sound of heavy traffic, eating and watching a good show together.

"Yao, you can fucking shut up!"

The woman with him yelled anxiously.

"You'd better listen to your friend."