Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

But at least this time the rescue made the guy who decided to "not communicate with each other until old age and death" reach a subtle consensus.

He said that he was not the same person, but he did not delay anything for the sake of the other party.

After a moment of silence, Panan turned on the radio.

It's still the explosive electronic rock before.

In the endless bad land and the bad land of sandstorms, listening to this song is a completely different state of mind.

Passing through Shiji Mountain and entering the area where Hongfeng is located, the sandstorm is still chasing after them, biting at their backs.

If this situation continues, the Night City tomorrow will probably be in disgrace.

But the air quality is already ridiculously bad, and no matter how bad it is, it won't be so bad.

Instead, they have to find a shelter that can accommodate them.

"Did you see those houses? Let's go over there and avoid them!"

The world in the sandstorm is the same, there is no distant scenery for you to appreciate, and there are no different pictures drawn by different sky colors in the morning, noon and evening.

Some just can't see the way clearly.

Panan suddenly made a sound, which lifted everyone's spirits.

In the hazy dust, Luo Qi saw some faint black outlines.

Low and sparse, it looks almost like a bungalow.

"I have the impression that this place should be safe, at least for now." Saul confirmed through the car window, and when the car drove into these lonely houses, he immediately jumped out of the car.

"Go in! Come on!"

Everyone got out of the car quickly, staggered by the sweeping gale, and got into the house one after another.

Although the small one-story house without a light source was in the dark, it seemed bustling because there were so many people.

Outside the door, the storm continued.

Screams, screams, howls.

"Huh... Finally, I have a place to stay."

Luo Qi found a corner and sat down feebly.

He was the hardest of them all, and when he came down from the roof of the cement factory just now, he almost stepped on the air.

The sand in hair, clothes and shoes is nothing compared to fatigue and hard work.

Including Sol, there are fourteen people in total, filling the room to the brim.

Mowell ignored them and sat down beside Rocky.

"Heh, heh... just in time for dinner."

Panting heavily, Sol, whose physical condition was actually not optimistic, found a sofa and sat on it.

"I'm not hungry, I just ate a few catties of fucking sand."

Phranam stood by the wall, walking up and down.

Looking around, he shook his head.

"Looks like we'll have to spend the night here. It would be even better if there was electricity."

She and V struggled a bit, and finally connected the electric box.

Just hearing a "Zi La Ding Dang" sound of electrical appliances starting up, the whole house brightened up.

Everyone took a breath.

Much more comfortable.

"Hey, it's done! It's bright!" Panan also sat down happily and breathed a sigh of relief, "There are a lot of useful things, and the Ingels are leaving in a hurry."

"Biotech paid them a good price."

Saul agrees.

It appears they know the original owner of the place.

Whether they were bought by the company or hired because of technology, all in all, now this place has become a house without an owner, and they can rest assured.

Everyone was exhausted, especially after running around in the sandstorm, which doubled the exhaustion.

"Damn, it's a bit cold in this room."

Sol, who only wore a short-sleeved vest, hugged his strong shoulders, looked at Luo Qi and Mowell who were hugging each other for warmth, and other clansmen who were shivering from the cold, shivering authentically.

"I tried to turn on the heat, but it didn't work."

Panan kicked the unresponsive heater, turned his head to V and said, "Try it, maybe it will come alive in your hands."

"It's supposed to be self-igniting, I'll short it out and then fire it up."

She sat back on the sofa opposite Sol, crossed her legs, and felt a little tired.

"Okay, wait for me." V nodded and said.

"Thank you. If Saul freezes to death, our trip today will be in vain." Panan did not forget to put an end to Saul, a bit like a child quarreling.

And Sol was just helpless, and didn't think about arguing with her.

After a while, the heat coming out of the stove and V, who had turned into a disheveled face again, came.

Panan took out a bottle and put it on the dusty coffee table: "Did you see this? This is a good thing before the last war, but it has been kept for so long, I hope it will not be poisonous after drinking it."

This is what she just found out of the cabinet. Although it is not an expensive brand, after all, the people who lived here before were not rich, but the age of this thing gives it a lot of points.

"what is that?"

Luo Qi rubbed Mowell with his shoulder curiously and asked.

Mowell turned on the scan, took a look, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Whiskey, many years."

After a pause for a few seconds, she continued to add.

"Somewhere between alcohol and a bioweapon, depending on how well sealed it is."

Hearing such a creepy description, Luo Qi couldn't help but react to those bad memories.

As one of the foreign wines, the taste of whiskey is not the most spicy, but it must not suit Luo Qi's taste.

As for a bottle of whiskey that has been stored for many years and has an unknown origin, if it continues to change its taste due to oxidation, Luo Qi has a hunch that as long as he dares to drink it, the "wonderful" taste and taste will definitely make him crawl all over the floor.

"We're so lucky today."

Panan said happily.

"Lucky...that's a good word you chose." Sol shook his head.

"Are you going to make a long story?" Panan was not surprised by Sol's attitude, shrugged, poured himself a glass of wine, and said to V who was at a loss, "Come on, sit down and have a good time." Listen, it won't be over in a while."

"No, I'm not trying to educate you," Thor said, "but we do need to talk."

The patriarch of a homeless family, and a member who left the family, in the knowledge of the homeless, these two people are already strangers.

But whoever sees them both are not like this, except themselves.

"Don't be angry, we are all our own people, what can't be discussed?"

Mitch sat on the side and quickly smoothed things over.

He tried to wink at Scorpion, but the latter just rolled his eyes, showing that he was not at all good at such situations.

Just like when Panan broke with Sol because of the future of the camp, Scorpion didn't say a word, but just stood aside silently, waiting for Panan or Sol as his own clan to encounter trouble, and then stand up out.

However, Panan and Saul argued that except for Mitch and Scorpion, the other Ardecaldos did not have enough reputation to participate in this conversation involving the future of the camp and the family.

Of course, they didn't have any better ideas.

Not because of short-sightedness or stupidity, but because no one dares to pat their chests and guarantee that they can take care of the future.

Sol left the back of the sofa, pressed his elbows on his thighs, raised his dignified face covered with messy hair and beard, and said slowly.

"The thing about the Chaos Knife Society—it's what should happen in the headquarters. They want to know everything about us—the location of the camp, the route, the unloading point."

Homeless people have no fixed source of income because they neither farm nor have stable jobs.

Everywhere they go, striving for all the resources they can get is the key to the survival of the entire group.

You can drive a locomotive and carry a gun to the wilderness to fight with the bastards of the Chaos Knife Society; you can also become a mercenary, taking the commission of "city people" and doing what customers ask them to do; "Bad land rider", running around in the wild for every piece of goods entrusted by the commission; or even simply becoming a short-term labor force as a worker, as long as he can support himself and his clan.

Fighting with Chaos Knife Club is their amateur activity-although they can't beat these fully armed mad dogs who rape and plunder every day except for beating, smashing, looting and burning.

Once they know their own weak links, especially the vulnerable old and weak women and children in the camp, it will bring an unacceptable and devastating blow.

"If this information falls into their hands... it only takes one or two raids to finish us." Thor said worriedly, "If you mess up this time, you will screw up, huh... then I will be a dead man .”

"It's not now to argue, aren't you tired?"

Luo Qi was so tired that he couldn't stand it, so he lay down on the ground, his teeth were chattering from sleepiness, and he yawned carelessly.

"Besides, it's prudent to be cautious, but don't take the efforts of the big guys for you as if they don't exist."

He looked around at the Ardecaldos who were doing their best to get Sol out, changed his posture, spread the plastic board next to him on the ground, and then lay down on it.

This is not easy to answer, but everyone knows that what Luo Qi said is not unreasonable.

"We can't expect to handle the Chaos Knife Society ourselves."

Saul crossed his arms and insisted on his own ideas.

"Then sell us to biotechnology?" Panan immediately retorted emotionally, "Do you think this is a bad idea!"

It also entered the link of "my own hard-to-recite scriptures" that Luo Qi didn't know about.

Adekado is not some vagrant who is very rich, or in other words, as long as he is a vagrant, there is no such thing as being rich.

It is extremely rare to have a little money on hand.

It appears that Panan and Saul have nearly opposite views on the future of the camp.

This is why they can quarrel and are quite at odds.

"I have to stand on Panan's side in this matter. What you came up with is a bad idea." V couldn't help interjecting.

"That's not right!" Panan immediately straightened up after receiving support.

Saul looked at V with questioning eyes, and shook his head heavily: "Do you understand, just express your opinion here?"

Chapter 70 Long Night, A Night Without Dreams

V, who was choked up, was not angry, but spoke his mind.

"You know what I admire most about homeless people? Your taste for freedom, no, your thirst."

"That's rare in Night City because corporate dirty hands are everywhere."

"I really can't believe that you are going to give them the most precious things."

After he finished speaking, he just looked at Sol quietly, wanting to get an answer from the other's eyes.

"Thank you, V, I can't say so well."

This made Pananda nod his head, and crossed Erlang's legs happily.

Saul was silent, he crossed his arms, and seemed to be looking at V and Panan across the coffee table, but in fact, his frowning showed that he was thinking about all this.

It is a kind of sorrow, always worrying about the future of everyone.

"We've dealt with companies before."

At this moment, Luo Qi suddenly said, "That kind of extraordinary communication."

He turned his head and looked at V who was sitting on the sofa next to Panan.

"Never, never, ever do business with corporations."

"Because it's seeking skin from a tiger—they only want to eat more benefits, and as long as the benefits are enough, they will show no mercy."

"There are many possibilities for the future of the camp, but dealing with companies is not only selling one's own soul, but also putting a clear price on one's head."

"Do you believe in the reputation of Jackal Tiger Leopard?" He smiled and glanced at Sol, "What's more, the company is far more greedy and cruel than Jackal Tiger Tiger Leopard."