Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

"Hey, Boros, where are you taking us?"

Rowena opened the window of the floating car and couldn't help but look at the looming neon night view below.

"Hunting... a prey that has been on the run for more than a year." Boros whispered, pressing the tip of his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth, clenching his teeth as if to grind out sparks.

"Besides those Kang Tao combat robots, is there anyone who can escape from the Terrorist Mobile Team?" Melissa asked a little strangely. In her experience, the Terrorist Mobile Team has never failed except for that one time. example of.

"The relationship between hunter and prey is always relative..." Boros shook his head, "Sometimes you search along the branch-like footprints on the ground, thinking that you are just catching a chick. In fact, it may be a ferocious beast. dragon!"

"Oh, Captain, you are showing off literature like a bear trying to knit a sweater!" Bit teased, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"The metaphors you two used are quite bad. What you said is not human. I'm going to vomit." Rowena is worthy of being a hero among women. She tied Boros and Bit together and damaged them again.

"Smile more now, and you won't be able to laugh again later." Boros glanced at the playing team members and said coldly.

"Wow." Rowena made a face at the captain with a cold face.

Melissa looked at them, her fingertips kept tapping on the brand-new thick armor, and the melody was as rapid as a torrential downpour.

"Say a few words. Look at our newcomers. They are extremely nervous." Bit was born with a bad mouth. Even if he rarely speaks human words, it still sounds strange.

Melissa raised her eyebrows and just nodded silently.

Her neck was tightly contracted, unconsciously hiding her face in the gap between the moonlight and shadow.

Rowena glanced at Melissa, sighed softly, grabbed her hand, and conveyed a calm emotion with the palm of her hand.

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a year ago.

January 20, 2073

"Calm down, calm down..." Dilla looked at the slightly skewed rearview mirror and repeatedly gave herself psychological hints.

A minute ago, he completed the fat order as quickly as possible, and the joy burst out of his chest, like a vine, tightly grasping all his brain nerves.

A minute later, he received a call from his wife. Worry, anger, sadness, sorrow, regret, hatred, humiliation, almost all the negative emotions that humans can have were all gathered together to crucify him in his sins. on the cross.

He roared suddenly, pushed into reverse gear, and stepped on the accelerator.

The old taxi seemed to be infected by its owner. The tires were rubbing against the asphalt road until they smoked, and the outdated engine also made a hoarse roar.

The black car body was like a matte sword. He held it and pierced it into the traffic flow. The red taillights were the scarlet blood splattered out.

The sounds of car crashes, curses, horns, and brakes all formed the victim's wail, which seemed extremely harsh under the endless night sky.

Even the designer of this car probably didn't expect that someone could actually drive this pile of scrap metal at a speed faster than that of a top sports car.

The black shadow screamed upstream, and the bustling and noisy colorful ocean of Night City could not stop his steps at all.

Every time his footsteps reached a place, the torrent at that place would be roughly and completely cut off by him.

"Answer the phone! Old guy! Damn it, answer the phone!"

The speed has long exceeded the limit that the meter can record. This old beast that he secretly modified revealed the crazy silhouette of a mad dragon for the first and last time today.

Madness has taken over his brain, and he will never stop moving forward until he finds the missing old guy.

Yes, old Ruifan is missing.

From the moment his wife called anxiously, all the ominous premonitions came true.

Senior, leader, teacher, friend, father-in-law...

What does Ruifan mean to him?

Dilla didn't know it herself, but she just welded the sole of her foot to the accelerator, turning the person and the car into a traceless shadow, shuttling through all the streets of the Night City.

The old mobile phone had been twisted and deformed by his excessive strength. He simply threw it on the passenger seat, held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and completely turned it into a gust of wind.

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"Gloria, help me! I found a driver who is willing to take us to the hospital!" White, the male doctor, shouted loudly, calling back to the red-haired woman who was looking for a kind driver on other streets.

"***! Thanks, man!" Gloria gasped, ran over, and slapped the kind driver, a strong man, on the back.

The young assistant stood aside, bent over and panting. He had just returned from other streets.

The strong man didn't seem to expect that the red-haired woman's hands were so strong, and the sunglasses on her face were almost knocked off by the force.

"Ahem, life is at stake, carry him into the car." Mann frowned and stared down at the old man lying on the stretcher.

The sound of death's breathing was approaching, blowing the stench in his ears.

"Damn it! The vital signs are weak again, get in the car quickly." Gloria shouted, she had been paying attention to the instrument display next to the stretcher.

The old man's condition is getting worse and he may not be able to survive for long.

Mann nodded, folded down the back seat of the car without hesitation, and lifted the old man into the car.

The car radio was still on, but it suddenly switched from exciting music to news reports.

"Good evening, Night City! An emergency message is inserted below. All the roads from the city center to Westbrook and Watson District are blocked! An unprecedented traffic jam! Now the road designers of Night City need to be He was pulled out and whipped! The reason is unknown... Oh no! According to reports from reporters on the front line, it was a cyber lunatic driving a... taxi with a speed of over 400 kilometers per hour! Yes, a taxi! It completely disrupted the entire City traffic!”

Mann slammed the steering wheel of the car. The hospitals capable of treating this old man were all in the city center, and now the roads were all blocked...

"Do you want to give up?" Mann asked the three members of the medical team in the back seat with a somewhat depressed tone. He kindly tried to help, but ended up getting hit on his hand.

"Go..." Gloria had just uttered the first syllable when a harsh sound of brakes, accompanied by strong winds and thunder, stopped in front of their car.

"I found you." A man got out of the car with twitching limbs, staggered over, and put his face against the rear window of Mann's car.

"What's going on, you..."

"He is my dad...Thank you for saving people...Leave the rest to me." Dilla rudely interrupted the male doctor's question, ran back to his car, and used brute force to put down the unmovable The rear seats were all removed.

"Leave it to me..." Dilla said again.

Those blue eyes were filled with a gradually crazier scarlet color.