Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

"Hey, I heard that the old captain's sailors have crawled back from hell. They are really making a big fuss and showing off their power. The scavengers are going crazy and are looking for the cyber lunatic from last night."

"Dear Captain, your sailor has finally climbed out of that quagmire. I am still short of funds for the time being. If you are alive, you can come to me."

The name of the caller was Muammar Reyes. Speaking of this name, not many people in Night City actually knew it.

Because in fact, he also has a more well-known name called Old Captain.

He is the most famous middleman here in Santo Domingo.

Arthur and Mann used to live under his hands.

Although the other party is not a good person, and there are no good people in Night City, the old captain is pretty good among all the middlemen.

At the very least, he won't deliberately conceal certain information, just say what it is, and he won't be in arrears with mission funds.

Of course, as a middleman, he certainly made a lot of money, and the commission ratio was actually quite high.

But what does it matter? To be a gangster, you must have beer to drink. This is a must.

If you don't like it, you can do it yourself.

When you meet people who are willing to blow your head off for a euro, the old captain will sit in his car and watch the show with a wicked smile.

"You also know that you have just returned to Night City. The last time you were active was more than ten years ago. It will take a long time for others to trust you, an old guy, again. I will try my best to find it for you. Suitable and alive.”

Arthur didn't think there was anything surprising.

Cyberpunk in Night City is updated very quickly, and a batch will basically rotate every few months.

So no one will deliberately remember the names of these cyberpunks, because it is useless to remember them. Even if you save the other party's phone number, the other party's parts may appear on the black market half a month later.

It is actually very rare for people like Arthur to live for such a long time.

"Please, Cyberpunk Living Fossil has a lot of experience to ensure the completion rate of the mission. Those people really have no vision."

"By the way, old captain, I have just returned to Night City and need a means of transportation. Do you have any good ones there?"

After hearing Arthur's words, the old captain smiled heartily. He seemed to be in a good mood to see his old friend still alive.

"No problem, but there is no default here, old captain. I will send you the list later. You can choose for yourself. Keep in touch, Arthur."

Soon the call was hung up and Arthur arrived at his destination.

This is an area composed of several abandoned warehouses. The outside is as rotten as a garbage dump. The rolling shutter doors are covered with rust. There is also a disgusting smell of industrial waste gas and garbage in the air.

But it's not without its advantages, that is, basically no one will come to such a ghost place.

Another advantage is that it is big enough. Even if you shoot here, no one will cause trouble for you.

Arthur silently took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. Taking the long box, he walked to the rolling shutter door and knocked a few times.

"Hello, takeaway from hell!"

While Arthur was waiting, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Takeaway? What takeout?"

As soon as the slightly muscular and hoarse boy came up, he thought from Arthur's back. At the same time, Arthur could feel a cold touch coming from his waist.

Arthur didn't panic at all, even though he knew that what was pressed against his waist was a powerful weapon.

He took the cigarette from his mouth as long as he could, and the next moment it was as if time stopped. The smoke rose slowly in the air, incredibly slowly.

Arthur quietly put the cigarette back into his mouth, turned his head, and saw that one of the hands of a big man had changed shape, and the small missile inside was ready to go.

Arthur blinked and slowly shifted his position, took out a pistol from his waist and pressed it against the strong man's lower back.

The next moment, time returned to its flowing state, and Arthur's movements just now seemed to move instantaneously, so fast that it felt unbelievable.

"The takeaway from hell, of course."

Mann felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat. There was no Sianwistan on him.

But as an experienced cyberpunk, he has realized that he seemed to have offended someone he shouldn't have just offended.

"Friend, if something happens, how about we sit down and talk about it?"

"I told you a long time ago, don't be so impulsive when doing things. Sooner or later, the price of impulsiveness will kick your ass hard, but you just don't listen. I really don't understand how you survived in this shit pit. ?”

Arthur said contemptuously and then took back his pistol. He turned the pistol in a circle in his hand and stuffed it back into his waist.

After taking a silent drag on the cigarette, Mann turned around and threw the box in his hand to him.

Mann subconsciously took the box and had time to look at the man in front of him.

I don’t know why the voice just now, or the appearance of the other person, always feels very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before.

But since the other party didn't take action, it meant that he was not an enemy.

This also gave Mann a sigh of relief.

Finally, Mann rummaged through his memory and found this person, and his eyes slowly widened.

"Arthur? You bastard is not dead. Where have you been for more than ten years?"

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you plan to chat with me here?"

Arthur looked at the surrounding environment and really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Mann also responded, nodded, and then opened the rolling shutter door of the warehouse and said, "Come in and have a good chat with me about how you crawled out of hell."

Afterwards, Arthur sat in his seat, picked up the glass of wine that Mann poured for him, took a sip and nodded with satisfaction.

At least it's not fake wine, it's authentic whiskey anyway.

It's not the kind made with industrial alcohol.

"Is your... illness really cured?"

Mann seemed a little excited, but Arthur could sense that the other man's excitement was not just because of his return.

The whole room was a little dim, but Arthur didn't care. The high-level prosthesis on his body could ensure that he could maintain his vision in any environment.

Arthur touched his chin, looked at Mann with a little teasing and said: "Satan can be cured after a few days of work. I am also working for him now. Look at the box in your hand. , he asked me to give it to you."

Mann opened the box in his hand and found a spinal prosthesis inside.

It was the Sianwistan he ordered from Gloria.