Cyberpunk: 2075

Ghostly.::

After hearing this, Oliver, who came to the so-called Seventh Bar with his companions and acted as a communication staff, looked at the people who walked in from the door. After seeing the group of people clearly, what came to his mind was The first thought that came out was.

"Uzumaki Gang?!

It’s not surprising that Oliver thinks so, because in the Night City, he would make such crude modifications to himself, as if it would not be surprising to die suddenly at any time.

Moreover, even the faces have been changed beyond recognition, and all kinds of prosthetic eyes have been installed. Nine out of ten people are from the Uzumaki Gang.

But this is not Night City, this is Los Angeles, the 'City of Angels' that hates the people of Night City, so naturally it is impossible for the Whirlpool Gang to exist in Night City, and its power is only within a few blocks. If these people want to If I were to use more precise words to explain my first impression, it should be the "Vortex Gang" in Los Angeles.

The Los Angeles Police Department was destroyed as early as the second Los Angeles Riots. Now the only government presence to maintain order is the front-line garrison troops sent by the new United States. Oliver has no way to compare with what he did when he was in Night City. Similarly, through the special program installed on the prosthetic eye, he connected to the Night City NCPD database and checked the identities of these people, so he didn't know what attitude he should use to face this group of 'locals."

Oliver didn't think about it, but the few people who walked in had already noticed that they were very obvious outsiders.

The leader, who had three pairs of prosthetic eyes installed on the original eyes and cheekbones, immediately focused on Oliver sitting in front of the boss. His six eyes scanned, observing Oliver up and down. , looking at the obvious prosthetic appearance of Oliver's prosthetic eyes and hands;

After a while, he waved, and the people who followed him in sat down in various places in the bar, vaguely surrounding Oliver and others, and he sat in the seat next to Oliver. On top, half of the butt is exposed from the gap.

It seemed that he was used to this kind of tattered seat. This person who had a high degree of physical transformation looked at Oliver and spoke a soft voice that was adjusted by the throat tone mechanical component: "Foreign? "

"That's right."

Oliver turned sideways and tilted his seat once: "Is there any problem?"

"No problem, just a little curious."

This man, who looked relatively young, at least Oliver's age, said, "I wonder if you are from Night City."

People in Los Angeles hate people from Night City very much, but they can't say that they are from Night City.

The information he saw on the bad land flashed through Oliver's mind, and he asked with a puzzled expression:

"Is there anything special about the people of Night City?"

"It's nothing special, but if they are guests from Night City, then we have to give them a good welcome... After all,

We are ‘brother’ cities.”

The six-eyed young man showed a smile that looked scary but showed some kindness: "So, foreign friends, are you from Night City?"

"How could I be a person from a ghost place like Night City?"

Oliver rolled his eyes: "I heard in that damn place that cyberpsychopaths are killing people on the streets all day long, or the NCPD is messing with the law.

There are other gangs called the Sixth Street Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang that are fighting. If I were from that place, would I still be alive today? "

Hearing Oliver's denial, the six-eyed young man's kind smile stopped slightly, as if he was wearing a mask and stopped on his face: "Who are you, my friend?"

"What's wrong with the bad land salesman? Do you have to ask about this kind of thing? Is it possible that you Los Angeles people still have the habit of asking about everything?"

"Of course not."

The six-eyed young man didn't care about Oliver's attitude and still maintained his mask-like smile: "It's just that it's rare to meet outsiders.

As a local, you have to welcome everyone. "

Then he introduced himself: "Let's just treat it like a casual chat while drinking. I'm Jin Zhiyun from the gear group. I don't know what to call my friends. Maybe in the future we will need your help with shipping goods."

Gear set?

Listening to this somewhat unfamiliar vocabulary, Oliver was more concerned about the six-eyed youth's last name: "Jin Zhiyun, are you Chinese?"

"Korean."

Jin Zhiyun looked normal: "But my grandfather's generation is American."

Korean descent.

After listening to the introduction and looking at the other person's expression, Oliver knew that he should also tell his name, but he had no intention of hiding his name.

His appearance had been altered, and his name was so common that it might as well have been pronounced: "Oliver, of Buckle."

"Barker...."

Jin Zhiyun had obviously heard of this tribe. Before Jin Zhiyun could speak, Oliver continued to speak: "Oh, I have joined the Snake Nation now. I should call myself a Snake Nation."

To hang out outside, you must have a corresponding identity. People who simply run goods are naturally not very convincing. Before entering the city, the team discussed using Bucker, whom V is most familiar with, as a disguised identity. Among the members of the Bucker family, no one understands Bucker better than V, and V is now connected to Oliver in the communication, waiting for Jin Zhiyun to continue questioning.

If they want to do things in this city, they have to establish some connections with local people. If they can reveal some insignificant and past intelligence to get the information they want, it would be great.

"I heard that Baker joined the Snake State, but I didn't expect you to come to Los Angeles."

After comparing the information he knew in his mind, Jin Zhiyun had a basic trust in the identities of Oliver and others.

And the people of the Snake State...

are considered to be some background and not easy to move.

After all, it is said that there is a company behind them.

Just when Jin Zhiyun was about to say something, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the bar, breaking the somewhat silent conversation environment in the bar, and following the gunshot, there were continuous gunshots and roars outside:

"Gear group bastards, get out, let me fill your little round ass with a big steel cannon!"

Hearing this, the gear group members in the bar stood up almost at the same time, and rushed out of the bar one after another without Jin Zhiyun saying anything, and Jin Zhiyun also stood up.

He stretched out his hand and patted Oliver's shoulder gently:

"Welcome to Los Angeles, Oliver friend."

After saying this, he disappeared instantly, leaving only a half-broken rotating round chair where he was originally.

Sian Westin.

Oliver listened to the increasingly violent gunshots outside as the gear group members rushed out, and looked at Carl.

Carl was sitting by the window of the bar, looking out, and felt Oliver's gaze turned back and smiled at him.

"I think I like this city."

The familiarity of this city is just right.

No wonder it is called a sister city with Night City.

This taste is just right, it is exactly the same as when Carl first came to Night City. The first thing that welcomed him was always the sound of gunfire.