Cyberpunk, Gambit Implant Source Project

Easily jumping over the distance of 20 meters between the two buildings and landing firmly on the roof of the other building, Bai Ge violently opened the closed door of the rooftop.

Head down the stairs.

The stolen wanderer's coat covers the armor well, and the black hood is worn, revealing only a diamond-shaped helmet face.

As a crosser, he doesn't want to be exposed to cameras until he has the city's legal identity.

For fear of causing some unnecessary trouble.

As for showing a helmet, he wasn't worried.

Although the original prosthetics were developed for practical and medical purposes, they have now evolved into a way of life.

In 2074, prosthetics have long been the same as tattoos and jewelry, and they have become a common daily landscape

, and the streets are full of implanted prostheses, and he is a guy who wears a black coat and only has a helmet.

Apart from making others feel tasteless, there is nothing to be doubtful.

There are more eccentric guys in Night City, and even the street gangsters will put together a maverick prosthesis to highlight his unique taste.

Bai Ge turned off the system on his body that was unusual compared to normal people, lest others see his eccentricity.

Then deliberately stepped out of the building with the sound of footsteps.

Came to the door, quietly blended into the flow of people, eavesdropping on the conversation between them.

In the casual chat between these workers, the basic information of the city was inadvertently revealed.

And this information is exactly what Bai Ge wants.

A middle-aged man in blue overalls lights a cigarette and communicates with his companions.

"Timmy, I overheard from the manager that the workshop was going to force us to install a new prosthesis to improve our efficiency."

The companion on the side was stunned, and then hurriedly asked: "Do you still want a loan?" I still owe the company a lot of money.

Shaking the soot, the middle-aged man took a sip, uttering words that made Timmy desperate.

"The dead fat man said that the price of prosthetics should be raised, so that we owe more debt, so that we do not think cranky.

I really don't know how that dead fat dog can say such words in his mouth.

Immediately after that, Bai Ge's information processor sounded their angry curses after translation.

Ignoring the mess of local slang, Bai Ge continued to look for valuable information from the noisy crowd talking.

"A jeep for 200 euros?"

"Mary's affair? Well?

After listening to this Mary's affair history, Bai Ge couldn't help but sigh at the openness of the night city.

After walking with the flow of people for about ten minutes, Bai Ge finally found some useful news.

"Can't stand the company's oppression and want to be a cyberpunk?"

What does that mean?

Bai Ge looked puzzled, he heard the word for the first time, and he still couldn't understand what the workers were talking about cyberpunk.

"Naga, we should have done this a long time ago, if you hadn't pulled me, I would have joined them a long time ago."

At the intersection, a group of people stood on the side of the road waiting for the green light, three of them were indignant, and their words made people around them pay attention, but they were unmoved.

Talk about the history of blood and tears over the years.

Bai Ge was mixed in, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He didn't understand why these people had to curse two dirty words when they said a word.

At this moment, he really wished that the information processor had the function of blocking profanity.

At the very least, there must be a sound suppression function.

Endure the discomfort in your heart and patiently listen to the conversation between them.

He understood the basic concept of cyberpunk.

All in all, mercenaries.

A mercenary who takes money to work and handles affairs for others.

It's just that they don't treat the company as a lackey.

After understanding the meaning of cyberpunk, Bai Ge was very interested in it.

After collecting information in the past few days, Bai Ge's favor of these companies is very low.

Every day, workers angrily curse the company for not caring about the lives of workers in order to accumulate money.

In order to increase work efficiency, it is mandatory to let employees take out loans to install very expensive auxiliary prosthetics.

In particular, the sixteen-hour work system made Bai Ge shiver.

"If I go to work in this kind of company, I will have to carry a bucket and run on the first day."

This kind of company that squeezes employees, he will definitely not go to work.

So now after learning about the profession of mercenaries, there is a great interest.

"Collect money and eliminate disasters for others."

The mercenaries do not need identity information to receive the task, and it just so happens that Bai Ge is a black person.

For now, the job is a good fit for him.

"You can get a task in the bar?"

This way of receiving life reminds him of mercenaries in otherworld anime.

They also rely on taverns and mercenary unions to take on tasks.

After waiting for a while, the red light changed, the crowd began to swell, and some people walked quickly to the slightly dilapidated building across the road.

Bai Ge didn't follow, and across the street was an obvious residential building.

He planned to find a bar and inquire about the mercenaries.

Since "Source Project: Yin" is not equipped with a hacker prosthesis and cannot get an electronic map of Night City, he has to slowly search the streets for the address of the bar.

Bai Ge slowly searched along the road, and the endless stream of vehicles kept driving past him, listening to the voices of workers drinking alcohol in the roadside shops.

This feeling of novelty has always haunted him.

In his previous life, he didn't have time to press the road, and he was in a hurry to buy things, and he never calmed down to experience it carefully.

After coming to the other world for a while, Bai Ge heard a burst of music when passing by a street corner.

Looking at it, a red and green signboard is shining with lights.

Bai Ge paused and glanced at the name of the signboard: "Black Angel Bar? Then

he walked to the door of the bar.

The door of the bar in the other world was no different from the previous life, and there were several tall and tense men standing.

Bai Ge stepped forward and was about to go inside, but the security guards stopped him.

A big man with Mohawk's hairstyle stared at Bai Ge and said in a bad tone: "Hot weapons are prohibited in the bar, check if you bring them, and if so, please turn them in to the counter."

When he first arrived, Bai Ge had no intention of asking for trouble, and in addition to the high-frequency energy fist blade, he only had two shurikens of the same material, and he was not equipped with thermal weapons.

So he stood in front of them and raised his hands flatly.

A security guard took the scanner and scanned it for a while, then nodded.

Several security guards then gave way and let Bai Ge walk in.

This bar is open in the basement, and you have to go down to get in.

The stairway aisles are covered with strange fluorescent graffiti, some of which are black skeletons, others of which are so abstract that they can be compared to the lines scribbled by elementary school students.

After walking two flights of stairs, Bai Ge finally came to the inside of the bar.

The moment he pushed the door open, the irascible music surrounded Bai Ge's ears.

Looking inside, the smoky environment is full of surging human heads.

The prosthetic bodies implanted in some maverick hipsters emit dim lights and dye the bar colorful.

Many people on the dance floor danced unconsciously, seemingly venting the fatigue accumulated throughout the day.

And in the separate private room in the corner of the bar sits many weird guys.

Yes, Bai Ge divides them into weird groups.

Unlike the people in the bar who simply vent the pressure of life, they wear auxiliary prostheses that are different from workers, and although at first glance they look no different from normal people, the blade hidden in the body can kill others in seconds.

"These guys are mercenaries? They are weak compared to my prosthetic body. "

After the calculation and comparison of the chip, the blade in their arm is not a threat to me, and the nano-coating outside the body can block it.