Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

After Arthur thought for a moment, he suddenly clapped his hands and looked like he suddenly understood.

Yes, he should have thought that it had been more than ten years since the original owner's wife and children had probably moved away long ago, and might even have died in Night City.

So it's not necessarily his wife and children living here.

Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and went directly to the door of the room to take a closer look.

But he didn't expect that as soon as Arthur came to the door, a window would pop up on his retina, asking him if he wanted to pay the rent immediately.

Arthur's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, things that should be faced should be faced.

It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided.

If the memory of the original owner is correct, then this set of rooms should be registered in the name of the original owner.

Under normal circumstances, if you move, the people here will definitely change the registrant's information.

Since nothing has been replaced, it means that the people inside have not been replaced either.

Arthur clicked OK, and almost as soon as he clicked OK, the door opened.

And part of the amount in the lower left corner of the retina was deducted.

Arthur strode into the room, threw his handbag on the sofa, looked around and found that no one was in the room.

On the contrary, the whole room was filled with the breath of life.

There were clothes on the sofa, and some 100% artificially produced food from Night City on the table. The radio on the table was automatically turned on and was playing some news about Night City.

Arthur casually picked up a bottle of sparkling water on the table, unscrewed it and took a swig of it.

"system?"

[Ding~ Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for getting a suppressor manufacturing plan. 】

The next moment, Arthur felt that there was a lot more knowledge in his mind that did not belong to him.

Arthur pinched his eyebrows and quickly understood everything.

In this world, almost everyone stuffs some weird parts into their bodies.

These things are not originally in your body and will naturally trigger various rejection reactions.

At this time, a drug called an inhibitor is needed. On the one hand, this inhibitor suppresses immune problems, and on the other hand, it suppresses neurological problems.

But no matter what, the role of the drug is to trick your body into sneaking up on you, making your body unable to recognize that the old guy who has been working for decades has been replaced by a sexy bitch.

There is almost no difference between the function of a suppressor and that of an inhibitor, except that one is a drug and the other is a chip.

As long as the suppressor is plugged into the data interface, the suppressor will replace the medicine to cheat and attack your body.

Arthur touched his chin and felt that this thing was not good at all.

Arthur even thought that this thing should be something that was created in a large company's laboratory and then hidden away.

Because selling this suppressor, how can I make money by selling medicine?

You must know that potions can be sold repeatedly. As long as he is still alive, he has to keep buying them, and it is all money.

This suppressor only needs to be purchased once.

For Arthur, this thing is simply not cost-effective. If the other party doesn't continue to consume, how can he make money?

Just as Arthur was thinking, there was suddenly a loud noise next to him.

"boom!"

Arthur immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it straight at the vent that made the noise.

Soon, a boy with his head wrapped in gauze and wearing a school uniform climbed out of the vent and dropped a black plastic bag full of things.

Arthur was stunned for a moment.

David?

David Martinez?

Seeing the other party crawling in from the vent, Arthur looked around the room again.

So this is David Martinez's home?

And I'm David Martinez's father?

Just as Arthur was thinking, David Martinez, who was more nervous, finally saw Arthur pointing the gun straight at him, and immediately raised his hands.

"Well, I just came back to get something that belongs to me. I don't want to stay in this room."

Apparently, David mistook Arthur for a cleanup crew who wanted to rent a house without paying rent.

Arthur slowly retracted the gun and fell back, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and his hands hanging on the back of the sofa.

He held a pistol in one hand, and his eyes flickered, looking up and down at David with interest.

"I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for more than 10 years. What happened to make you disrespect me so much?"

"You don't even want to call me father."

Arthur became very satisfied with his original owner's family at this moment.

This is David, a man who can become a legend in Night City within a year.

Definitely not because of David's mother Gloria.

After all, his surname is Martinez and not Cao, so he definitely does not have the blood of Cao's thieves.

He simply took a fancy to David's qualifications and felt that he had a golden thigh and could make a lot of money in the future.

"ha?"

David immediately put on a confused expression.

What do you mean you don't even want to call him father?

Could it be that his mother found a stepfather for him outside his back?

Following this idea, David thought about it for a while and felt that this matter seemed quite reasonable.

After all, his mother has taken care of him alone for so long, so it is understandable that she suddenly wants to pursue her own happiness.

Thinking of this, David's face suddenly turned serious.

"My father is dead. I will never call you dad. But if it is a marriage with my mother, then I agree. As for the title, the most I can call you is uncle..."

Good guy, Arthur was almost killed by David.

Do you still need your approval for the marriage between your mother and me? Do you still want to just call me uncle?

It seems that the naughty child needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise he will not know how red the flowers are.

"boom!"

The pistol in Arthur's hand instantly fired into the open space at David's feet.

David was startled and immediately raised his hands as if surrendering.

"What are you doing!"

Arthur, on the other hand, continued to sit on the sofa leisurely, pointing his gun at David, with a smile on his face.

"Call daddy!"

David: "..."

David looked at the pistol in front of him and the blackened bullet holes on the ground. After a moment of silence, he said, "Dad!"

"Alas! My good son!"

Arthur immediately stood up with a smile, came to David's side, patted his shoulder, and put the pistol in his hand into his hand.

"This can be considered a gift from dad to you."

David looked at the pistol in his hand silently. If his memory was correct, the name of this gun should be Unity, right?

It's neither a good nor a bad pistol. The only upside is that it's cheap and reliable enough.

After a long silence, David quietly stuffed the pistol into his waist, and then said: "Thank you!"

Although he was threatened with shooting and called someone else's father, this was one of the few gifts he received, and of course he had to cherish it.

Arthur smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Where's your mom?"

After David was silent for a moment, he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "When I was picking me up from school, there was a car accident on the road. We didn't buy insurance, so I sent her to the Night City Mental Rehabilitation Center."

Although Arthur already knew, there were many things that he had to ask before he knew them, otherwise there was no way to explain them.

After taking the cigarette out of his mouth and taking a deep breath, Arthur patted the other party's shoulder.

"You are such a filial son!"

David thought Arthur was complimenting him, so he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and twisted.

"I'm not complimenting you, bastard!!!"

Arthur slapped him hard on the back of the head, rolled his eyes angrily, picked up the black plastic bag on the ground, and threw it on the sofa next to him.

He quickly came to the sofa, took his handbag over, opened the zipper, poured out all the clothes inside, leaving two long guns, then put the cigarette into his mouth and zipped it up again Picked up the bag.