Cyberpunk: 2075

"Welcome to Los Angeles, foreign guests, I guess I should say this, but you don't need me to say this to welcome you."

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The decoration is quite old, and there are broken metal seats everywhere in the narrow bar. The bar owner at the plastic bar is staring at the new customers who come in from the door. There is no special look on the middle-aged face covered with scars, and he is just calmly entertaining Said: "Tell me, what do you want to eat or drink."

Several customers who walked in looked at him. One of them, a young man with blond hair and a mustache, asked curiously: "Boss, how do you know that we are outsiders? Although your bar is indeed on the outskirts of the city, But it can’t just be a new guest, right? Is it possible that you can write down all the people in the city?”

“I can’t afford a prosthetic eye with that kind of functionality.”

The boss, who couldn't see any traces of prosthetic modifications on his body, answered the blond young man's curiosity: "It's just that outsiders like you can tell it at a glance."

"You can tell at a glance."

The blond young man looked at his clothes: "It's a pretty ordinary windbreaker."

"Hey, sit down, guest. If you order something good, I don't mind chatting with you and telling you why. If you want to get news from me, you have to consume it first."

"Okay, we're just here to eat anyway."

The blond young man didn't mind sitting down on the half-missed metal chair. He moved his buttocks on the half-moon-shaped base disk to ensure that half of his buttocks would not be exposed in the empty space, and asked:

"So what's delicious here? Boss, you already know that we are outsiders. You can't expect us to know what's on your menu."

"I don't have anything delicious here, only something edible."

The middle-aged scar-faced boss had a weird smile on his face that distorted his scar: "And the prices are very expensive. Everything is a rip-off."

"A black shop."

The blond young man glanced sideways and found that the other three companions who entered the bar with him were also sitting down. He looked at the black-haired young man who seemed to be the youngest among them. After the other party nodded, he turned his head again:

: "But we just happen to have this money that can be wasted."

The bar owner noticed the movements of the blond young man. He glanced at the youngest black-haired young man with a subtle gaze, and then turned back to look at the blond young man who seemed to be naturally mature:

"If you want me to recommend it, there is synthetic beef that I just grabbed from the protein farm this morning. It costs 45 euros and 500 grams. I can use the microwave to make it into a grilled steak for you. No haggling."

"Five hundred grams and forty-five euros?"

After hearing the price, the blond young man couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

In his memory, in the city where he came from, even a well-prepared steak in a restaurant only cost about twenty euros.

Although those restaurants did not have particularly exquisite cooking skills, they just randomly threw bloody raw materials into the pan, and he did not know what they were, and added synthetic butter to fry them at will. Compared with the steak that was snatched from the farm and grilled in a microwave oven for 45 euros, the former was obviously much more serious.

The blond young man's gaze shifted. This time he was no longer just staring at the youngest black-haired young man, but turned to his two other companions, a young man with a short haircut and a strong man. The blond young man sought their gaze with his eyes. Opinion.

"I want a piece."

The short-haired young man thought for a while and settled on a piece first, while the strong man next to him also ordered a piece.

The blond young man looked at the black-haired young man, who shook his head.

So the blond young man turned around and said, "Let's have three grilled steaks, boss."

"The total for three portions is one hundred and thirty-five euros."

The scar-faced boss calculated the price and stared at the blond young man: "Pay first."

"Okay."

The blond young man glanced around: "Then how do I pay? You don't have a device that can scan and transfer euros here. Is it possible to switch to an online receiver transaction?"

"cash."

"Um?"

"I only accept cash here."

Collecting cash in this day and age... .

Well, although it is relatively niche, cash is indeed in circulation.

The blond young man put his hand into the pocket of his windbreaker. In order to prevent special situations, he has the habit of carrying cash with him. This precaution was originally just to avoid the tracing of special transactions, but he didn't expect that it would actually be useful. day.

"One hundred and thirty-five euros."

The blond young man counted the money and handed it over. Then he looked at the boss who was about to turn around to get something. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, boss, do you have anything to drink here?"

“I can drink anything here, it’s up to you whether you dare to drink it.”

He said the same words as when he talked about eating before, but this time the boss didn't say whether the food was delicious or not, but only asked whether he dared to drink it.

"Do you dare to drink?"

Hearing this, the blond young man became curious: "How expensive is that?"

"The wine I drink here only costs 5 euros per glass, starting at 300 ml."

"Only five euros?"

Seeing the boss who was as expensive as a black shop at one moment, and suddenly offered a huge discount on wine prices at the next moment, the blond young man was a little confused: "Then what kind of wine is there?"

"There's only one kind of wine, and it's called 'Angel's Dream.'

Angel's dream?

For some reason, the blond young man remembered the past descriptions of this city.

Los Angeles used to be called the City of Angels.

"What type of wine is this, a blended wine?"

"Gobi Lizard is a biological wine made by mixing Chun Er wheat fermented liquor. Before drinking, add five drops of captured mouse blood and some additives and you can drink it. Take one sip and I guarantee you will have an angelic dream."

"It doesn't sound like it's something people can drink."

"Of course it doesn't look like it, because I just made it up for you, a foreigner."

The boss smiled: "It's just ordinary rum mixed with a special potion. Drinking it will burn your throat. If it burns, you will be burned to death and go to heaven to see angels. That's why it's called Angel's Dream. Drink it." You can see angels, isn’t it just like dreaming?”

"What if I go to hell?"

"We are already in hell now."

Before the blond young man understood what the boss said, the door of the bar was opened, and several figures walked in.

And it was at this moment that the boss's lowered words came to the blond young man's ears:

"One penny for a piece of information. Just look at them and you will understand why I know you are outsiders. Because our local youths all look like that or something even weirder!"