Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

After some time, the family finished dinner and went to bed.

Arthur was lying on the bed, thinking about what happened today and making a summary. He held Gloria in one hand and held her up and down with the other. Although he couldn't eat, it was good to have a hand addiction.

Before he could think of this, Arthur couldn't help turning his head to look at David lying on the sofa, his eyes full of disgust.

It’s time to move out of Santo Domingo!

However, the plan to make money has been initially decided. The suppressor will be sold on the black market among cyberpunks and ordinary people.

The company still needs to be established. It will be sold first and then submitted for inspection. This is a routine operation in Night City.

If big companies can do it, Arthur can do it too.

Anyway, those insects in Night City are just like made of mud. It would be good if you don’t trouble them. They will never come to trouble you.

On the contrary, the Animal Gang may need to deal with it a little bit.

After all, those stupid guys are stupid to begin with, and they still inject steroids into their bodies every day. After their bodies become strong, these stupid guys don't like to use their brains even more.

Even harder to deal with than those lunatics from the Voodoo Gang.

There is a long way to go.

The more Arthur thought about it, the more irritated he became. Didn't he want to change his job and become a company dog? Why was it so troublesome? He turned his head and looked at Gloria lying next to him, then quietly leaned forward and said something in Gloria's ear.

Gloria's face turned red instantly, and then she looked at David who was already asleep in the distance, covered herself with the quilt, and then there was a sound of a dragon roaring and oozing.

"hiss……"

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It was early in the morning, and Arthur got up from the bed in a daze. Gloria almost ran away yesterday. After all, it was rain after a long drought, if Arthur hadn't controlled Gloria at the critical moment. Yeah, maybe it would be very embarrassing to stare at someone with big eyes and small eyes.

Arthur thought he might need to wait a little longer, but Gloria looked at David with more and more disgust.

David ate the bread in his hand with a confused face. Looking at his mother, he could feel the meaning in his mother's eyes.

What's going on here? It's only been one night, why doesn't his mother love him anymore?

Does that look mean disgust?

No, mommy loves me again!

Arthur stood by the window and looked at Night City, which had just woken up.

For example, Arthur had just looked out the window when a trauma team's floating vehicle floated past Arthur's window at high speed.

Arthur performed a so-called soul drift. The loudspeaker on the car was still screaming at the top of his lungs.

"This is the trauma team, setting out to rescue the target client..."

In the distance, there was an aerial vehicle of the Terrorist Mobile Team, howling at the top of its lungs. Many cyber lunatics jumped out of the aerial vehicle and seemed to be cleaning something.

There are also some people whose whole bodies are full of prosthetics walking through high-rise buildings, jumping from here to there, from there to here. I don’t know, I thought they were failures.

There were rumbling fires in the distance, and the sound of gunshots...

"Good morning Night City..."

With Stanlina's exaggerated howling coming from the radio, a new day in Night City begins.

"Night City is still so lively, no different from what it was more than ten years ago."

Arthur shrugged, picked up the clothes next to him and put them on. He walked to the dining table, looked at the artificial bread on the table and scratched the back of his head.

I ate real chicken yesterday, and today I have to eat cheap synthetic food from Night City. This kind of life is really making me scratch my head.

After some time, the father and son went out together again.

The corridors were filled with the sour smell of fresh vomit. In addition to the unknown liquid on the ground, there were also many black garbage bags placed in the corridors.

Arthur was disgusted by what he saw, but while Arthur was disgusted by what he saw, others didn't find it disgusting, because some people just slept on the ground like this.

Along the way, many people were wearing cheap Mewtwos on their heads and a cup underneath, and they were making random noises.

No matter what era people come from, they have to admire the opening of Night City.

As soon as he came downstairs, David looked at Arthur warily. He didn't want to use the switchblade to grab a car for him again and take him to school.

"Hey, hey, what's that look in your eyes? Am I, your father, the kind of unreliable person?"

Arthur felt uncomfortable all over when David stared at him, and couldn't help but complain. David was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded.

Arthur's mouth twitched, and he took out the keys to yesterday's motorcycle from his pocket, inserted a finger into the key ring and turned it.

"My friend just gave me a car yesterday. Let's go. I don't have to go to my friends from the Sixth Street Gang to borrow a car today. Isn't this really going to hurt their hearts? I think they are quite willing to help. We are like this Will they feel sad if they suddenly don’t need their help?”

After David saw the key, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard what happened later, he couldn't help complaining and said: "The people from the Sixth Street Gang are really unlucky for eight lifetimes when they meet you. Don't worry, they They will definitely not be sad, on the contrary they will be happy and we are living a normal life."

Can you be unhappy? Although there are many vehicles in Night City, it doesn’t cost much to buy a black car.

But no one can bear to be robbed every day.

What's more, they are gang members. If their car is robbed by others, it would be very shameless. The only thing they care about when hanging out is face, do you understand?

David followed Arthur to the place where the motorcycle was parked last night.

It seems that it is because the two-wheeled one is not worth stealing, or the model of the car given by the wanderer is too old, so even if it is left in broad daylight in Night City, a place full of five-star good citizens, No one stole it.

"Cool, is this Brennan Apollo?"

As soon as David saw the car, he couldn't help but rushed forward and started stroking it with his hands.

The design of this car is not elegant or avant-garde, nor does it have some fashionable high-end central controls.

But so what, only those pretentious city folk would like those flashy things, and Apollo was not made for those people.

This car is built for the wilderness.

The powerful engine is enough to leave any Chaos Daohui team far behind.

Arthur took out the key and started the Apollo, turned the throttle, and then glanced at David. David immediately came behind Arthur.

It looked like he was extremely excited.

Arthur took out a small helmet from the box next to him and handed it to David.

This is not Scorpion's car in the original book, but another car from the Rangers group.

It must be a gift brought from some dead wanderer tribe.

So this car is also equipped with an auxiliary fuel tank and a reserve tank.