Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

Jim is a member of Trauma Team Inc.

Because he let the murderer go during the last mission, he was recognized as an outstanding talent by the trauma team.

The trauma team believes that outstanding talents should be transported into society to continue to benefit society!

This is the philosophy of the trauma team!

So Jim graduated gloriously.

Fortunately, he quickly found a new job at a company called Umbrella.

Although the face of his boss that day felt a bit familiar to him.

But that's not important!

Because the world is full of prosthetic technology, everyone’s face will feel familiar to you.

Because those people's faces are probably things produced on the assembly line in the factory.

What surprised Jim was that the salary offered by the boss of the Umbrella Company was very high, fifteen percent higher than when he worked in the trauma team.

This made him very happy.

And today is his day to go to work!

Although I don't know why the Umbrella Company would locate its factory in a bad land, this is not a problem for Jim.

As a member of the trauma team action team, he has absolute force to ensure his own safety.

After a short drive.

Jim drove his vehicle outside the factory on the bad land.

Looking at the biotechnology protein farm next to him, Jim couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it doesn't look too biased.

Jim handed his ID to the 930 door, and after looking a bit like a homeless security guard, he was quickly allowed in.

He had just entered the factory, and the scene in front of him almost petrified him.

"Snapped!"

"You damn things! Get moving, you, Little Heizi No. 2! I've been watching you for a long time! You're just working there, right?"

"Snapped!"

"You're not allowed to eat today! Let's see if you're still willing to work if you're hungry for a day!"

"Bah bang bang!"

In front of Jim, a fierce middle-aged man with an eyepatch on his left eye held a whip in his hand and slammed it on a little black man who fell to the ground.

The little black man held his head in his hands and kept howling miserably.

After seeing this scene, many Xiaoheizi around did not have any intention of resisting, but instead waved the hoes in their hands more vigorously.

Jim thought for a moment that he might have traveled through time.

Maybe it's not 2076, but 1860, or 1861.

But anyway, Jim thinks it should be before 1865.

Because isn’t this proper slavery in front of me?

The fierce middle-aged man who was waving the whip in his hand was stunned for a moment after seeing Jim.

Then he rolled up the whip, spit on the ground viciously (bbdc) and kicked Little Heizi No. 2, and then came to Jim.

"Are you the doctor who came here today?"

Jim nodded numbly. The scene that just happened gave him some shock.

He looked at the prosthetic hand on his body, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

That's right, prosthetic technology, coupled with the badland environment.

This should be Night City, and it should be 2076!

I didn’t travel through time and space!

"This is..…………"

The fierce middle-aged man took out a small hip flask from his arms. The flat silver flask had an arc and looked like an antique that was more than ninety years old.

The other party took a sip of wine and exhaled the smell of alcohol. Then he took out the whip from his arms and flicked it hard, making a cracking sound.

Xiao Heizi, who was originally a little relaxed around him, suddenly waved the hoe in his hand like a propeller.

The movements are simply faster than those tentacle monsters in the factory.

"Well... your job is to look after these slaves..."

Before the other party finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat walked over and directly interrupted the other party.

"What slave? Mr. Arthur said this is not a slave!"

"These people are fighting for their own tomorrow, and Mr. Arthur spent a lot of money to buy them back."

"As long as these guys pay back their debts, Mr. Arthur will let them go!"

"So you shouldn't call them slaves!"

"Instead call them Dreamers!"

The alcoholic middle-aged man twitched his lips, then took another sip of wine before saying: "Yes, yes, it is indeed a daydream to leave here. Thinking about it this way, it seems that he is indeed a dream chaser!"

The man in the cowboy hat smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Jim, and then began to introduce the surrounding environment.

It took some time for Jim to adapt to the environment.

He cannot admit that he witnessed the return of slavery in 2076.

He thought that he should record this incident and write it in his memoirs. Maybe hundreds of years later, his memoirs could be used as teaching materials in schools.

Looking at the little black guys who were still working hard under the scorching sun, Jim suddenly looked at the uncle in the cowboy hat next to him with some doubts.

"Brother? You said they can go back after paying off their debts. How much do they owe Mr. Arthur? How much can they earn every day?"

The old man in the cowboy hat took out a cigarette, lit one, and handed one to Jim before saying, "Oh, actually, I don't owe much. I think each of them feels like you are worth it!"

"...

This won't be over even if I die of old age!

The man in the cowboy hat then added: "Why don't you ask them how much they can earn in a day?"

Jim's eyes lit up. Could it be that Mr. Arthur was not as beastly as he imagined?

You should be able to earn a lot by working hard here for a day, right?

"How many?"

"One hundred dollars!"

...I think their title of Dream Chasers is appropriate!”

The cowboy hat laughed everywhere, then patted Jim on the shoulder and said: "Don't pity them, your terminal should have permission to connect to our umbrella database.

"You can look at what they did. Everyone here is a beast. It's not too much to shoot them!"

"Well, even fried mushrooms and eggs are not too much!"

"So now we are just recycling waste, so you don't need to have any psychological burden, let alone any moral condemnation.

"According to Mr. Arthur, throwing these people here is a contribution to Night City!"

"Your mission is just to ensure that they don't die. It's their own choice to live comfortably.

After saying that, the man in the cowboy hat left.

Jim, on the other hand, scratched his head, went directly to his office, turned on the computer, and began to look up the information on this group of slaves.

The entire medical room was extremely silent. After a while, a little black man entered the medical room covering the wound on his arm.

"Hey doctor, I feel like I have a splitting headache, like it's going to explode. I think I need some rest! By the way, I hope you can help me take care of this wound.

Jim withdrew his gaze from the computer expressionlessly and focused on this little black guy.

It just so happened that he was looking at the other party's information just now.

Jim silently picked up a medical chainsaw next to him and came directly to the little black man.

"It's a small problem, I'll just open your skull and check it out!"

...Doctor, you are really a miracle doctor! I suddenly feel that my illness is cured and I want to go back and continue to work hard!"

After saying that, Xiao Heizi ran out quickly, not even planning to sew the wound on his hand.

The cowboy hat who was still squatting outside the door widened his eyes after seeing this scene.

What a miracle doctor!