Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

While drinking tequila, Arthur was thinking about whether he should talk to Arasaka about this matter.

Although now Arasaka Yorison wants to minimize the influence of the entire Arasaka Group, or even disband it directly.

Or take back the neon government ownership.

But this kind of thing is not something that can be done simply.

There are many factors to consider.

The most important thing is that it must be slow. It will take two or three years to drop from 100 to 50 or 60.

Only in this way can the mad dog behind him be quiet.

As for why?

That, of course, gives time to the mad dogs behind the Arasaka Group to sell their shares.

The world's green leeks will be the final insurance for this plan.

Anyway, after cutting one crop, there will be another crop, and after cutting one crop, there will be another crop.

After being harvested for thousands of years, the leeks are still growing and have extremely strong vitality.

"Zhuo, damn the company, damn the boss, damn Qiya...

Arthur is thinking about whether to get a piece of Yori Nobu Arasaka. After all, the organization behind him is very interesting to Arthur.

But suddenly there were waves of complaints from the side.

A man who looked quite delicate and a little downcast was sitting on a chair at the bar, slumped on the bar and holding a bottle of tequila in his hand.

It looks like some kind of lost noble.

The reason why it is exquisite and down-to-earth is because the clothes the other person is wearing are expensive at a glance. The reason why it is down-to-earth is because the clothes on the other person are stained with stains that do not belong to the clothes.

Of course, if you tell me how big a nobleman you are, Arthur doesn't believe it.

The middle class of this world can fall from heaven to hell.

But people who stand at the top of this world will never fall from heaven to hell because the underlying logic has long been modified.

These are rules made by the rich and cannot be changed no matter what.

If one day, it is really possible for the rich people in this world to fall from heaven to hell...

Then they will turn this world into hell!

Is it better for everyone to die together than for him to die?

Buried with him... Only in this way can his death be warm enough.

Arthur thinks that the company dog ​​of some company was fired because he peeked at the boss's underwear.

There were probably a dozen scent dogs behind him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have hid in Dog Town.

"What's wrong, brother? Is there anything unhappy that you can tell me to make me happy?"

"Maybe big brother, I can take out my pistol and give you a ride, ending your troubles in this world and leaving you completely at peace.

Arthur was free and did not hesitate to chat with the down-and-out noble next to him.

Although there are no nobles in this world.

After hearing Arthur's words, the company dog ​​looked up and Arthur then lay down on the table again.

"Fuck you ma..."

Before he could finish his words, Arthur's pistol was thrust directly into his mouth.

Arthur picked up this gun in the toilet. He didn't know if some drunkard had drunk too much and threw the gun in the toilet.

Fortunately, Arthur picked it out, otherwise the toilets in this club would have been clogged.

As for cleanliness...there is nothing clean in Night City.

What else can you pursue in a city where E. coli is floating around in the air?

Arthur even suspected that if a person who truly physically traveled from Earth came to this world, he would probably die suddenly on the spot.

The cause of death was lung infection.

"Oh, my goddess of death, has the light of Death Zhao Star finally illuminated my way home?"

The hesitating company dog ​​said this.

It was obvious that he seemed determined to die.

Not too afraid of having a pistol shoved into his mouth.

Arthur silently pulled out the gun and threw it on the bar. The bartender quickly picked up the gun and placed it under the counter with a serious warning: "We don't allow guns here!"

Arthur ignored the bartender and looked at the company dog ​​next to him.

The company dog ​​smacked his mouth.

"Well, why does this taste so weird? It feels good when you eat it. Did you stab it into something? For example, cake or something?"

"I just picked it up from the toilet next to it, so you must have some serious illness.

Arthur thought the other party must be crazy.

This is normal, although company dogs are reviled by people all over the world.

But one thing is that the living standard of corporate dogs is far higher than that of ordinary people.

Although I am so tired from overtime that I vomit blood, I often use stimulants to relieve fatigue, although in the company it is like having a harem fight to win each other's favor, although I occasionally have to play ball with the rich woman, even though I occasionally have to lick the dog's butt to please the boss. ...

But making money is not shabby...

It's better than being beaten up in an alley until you can't move and starving to death on the spot, or being pulled into a corner by some scavenger and having your waist cut off.

No matter how high-pressure and chaotic order is, it is better than true chaos.

At least that's what the company dogs think.

Therefore, once a company dog ​​stays in the company for a long time, his mentality will be changed unconsciously.

I think it's better to be a dog than a human being.

But once these people are fired, their mentality will immediately become worse than having their aorta cut.

Those who can't accept it will even find a tall building and jump off a high-rise building to take away one or two ambitious company dogs.

So Arthur said something a little sarcastic133.

He often feels that he is not perverted enough and therefore does not fit in with this city. Even though he has been here for so long, he still feels that his previous life was better.

At least you won't see anyone using a men's cup on the street.

"Oh, so it's this? I asked why it tastes so good. It seems that the people in Dog Town eat well. It's much better than what those in the company make, which smells like stimulants. It's really unbearable for me.

"...!"

Arthur's face turned red from suppressing it, and eventually turned yellow.

Arthur looked at the shameless person opposite, who seemed to have received some kind of corporate dog inherited from the mysterious gourmet Lao Ba, and was speechless. He really underestimated the extent of Night City's disease.

"Sure enough, no matter how much I overestimate this city, I will always be taught a lesson by the people in this city!"

Arthur scratched his head.

"Why is your face turning red all of a sudden?"

"I call it refreshing!"

"Then why did it turn yellow again?"

"Go to the prosthetic doctor to get waxed. You pervert, tell me why you are moaning in Dog Town?"

Arthur waved his hand helplessly, picked up the tequila and planned to take a sip, but suddenly remembered what the man said just now and had no choice but to put down the drink in his hand. .