Cyberpunk, Gambit Implant Source Project

"It's not okay without identity. You don't know how strictly the Night City Hall checks this area, and I can't let you check in without identity information like you. "

A landlord with an expensive prosthetic body made up an excuse to refuse Bai Ge's request to move in.

It's not because of the so-called strict investigation, but the person in front of him who doesn't look like a person who keeps to himself.

There is no identity information, and at a glance all over the body, you can know that the guy who is full of prosthetic bodies, if it were not for the characters on the road, who would do this.

What if his enemies on the road came to the door and scrapped the room? Not yet repairing it at your own expense.

In the event that this person suddenly becomes mentally ill and becomes a cybermaniac and kills the tenant, he will also have to pay a large amount of money.

This kind of person can't even pay more rent.

Bidding farewell to the landlord of this building, Bai Ge walked slowly through the streets wearing a coat taken from passers-by who were addicted to the AR world.

In the afternoon, the Night City is sparsely crowded, and even if there are three or three passing by, most of them are in a hurry.

Looking at the ubiquitous holographic projection advertisements, Bai Ge seemed to have nowhere to follow.

In 2074, almost everyone will be implanted with a chip with their own basic identity information.

Find a job, pay, take the bus... It is needed in every aspect of daily life.

Without this chip, it can be said that nothing can be done.

"It's so troublesome."

The source plan processor is not compatible with the world's chips, and Bai Ge has no way to solve this matter at present.

I don't know if the hackers I learned from Yaqi can handle this.

"Rewriting the underlying code of the chip shouldn't be difficult for them, right?"

Anyway, I'll have to ask Yaqi about this to see if she has any news about it.

Making up his mind, Bai Ge walked towards the Black Angel Bar.

....

Halfway through, the vigilance program on Bai Ge's body noticed something unusual in the roadside monitoring.

The camera moves the camera following its own figure, and it is obvious that someone is detecting its position.

I wondered who was monitoring me while quickly walking towards the cul-de-sac on the side of the road.

There is no surveillance in these trails, allowing you to temporarily hide your exact location.

Crouch on the substation box on the wall and observe the situation, mentally quickly sifting through who is observing you.

"Did the NCPD police find me? Or is the Sixth Street Gang planning to get back the field? "

Yaqi said that he would delete the surveillance, but Bai Ge, who had watched the legal channel in his previous life, had some understanding of criminal investigation methods.

They were able to find information from footprints, cigarette butts, and hair shavings to identify criminals.

In this world with advanced technology, those police who specialize in arresting criminals must have other means to determine their identity.

"But I'm still a black household, so they can't find out my details for the time being, so the only people who have a feud with me are the Sixth Street Gang."

After waiting for a moment, I only heard a few sharp brakes from the mouth of the alley, and as Bai Ge expected, a group of people with the same old American flag logo as the Sixth Street gang yesterday walked in.

Crouching above them to conceal their figures, Bai Ge scanned the armament on their bodies.

Aside from the long and short guns they held in their hands, more or less lethal prosthetics were implanted in their bodies.

"It looks a lot better than those guys yesterday."

Watching the Sixth Street Gang who were searching around for their location, Bai Ge rolled up his sleeves and popped out his fist blade.

He didn't find a shop in the city that sold black coats, and he didn't want to expose his fist blade, so he had to cherish his clothes.

The gangsters who were looking around underground heard a 'cluck' sound overhead, looked up, and found that it was the figure they were looking for, and they all raised their guns and opened fire.

"Hit, we're killing him!"

A member of the Sixth Street Gang shouted excitedly, completely unaware that death was beckoning to him.

The projection left behind was pierced by the bullet and brought out wisps of black smoke, and the attention of the Sixth Street Gang who stayed there was attracted by the shadow, and Bai Ge went on a killing spree in the unsuspecting crowd.

Silently cut open the heads of the gang members who had transformed the most prosthetics, and then the projection device immediately ran, and shadows filled the alley in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the entire alley became like a hell of flesh and blood.

Body tissues slipped from the cut flesh in half, and these people did not have time to wail before they returned to the earth.

The smell of blood came to the face, filling the entire nasal cavity, and it was better for Bai Ge to open the internal circulation.

After glancing at the corpses on the ground, making sure that no one was alive, Mari collected the loot.

After a while, the pockets of his clothes were stuffed so full that they couldn't fit them, he gave up the syringes and small pills that were not good things at first glance.

This thing takes up too much space, and there is no second-hand recycling, too lazy to take.

Checked the system prompts and got 42 essence this time.

"Compared to yesterday I killed 16 people, today is not a little bit of one person, maybe some other people are stronger?"

Stepping over the body, Bai Ge left the alley, noticed the car coming from the Sixth Street gang, opened the door and sat up.

Looking at the interior of the vehicle, there is no difference from the previous life, except for some modified screens and wires.

What the function is is still unclear, simply got started, and found that this car is automatic.

So he turned the car keys to start the engine and drove towards the position of the Black Angel Bar amid the roar of the engine.

......

Stopped the car and came to the door of the bar, yesterday's security guard changed some people, cooperated with the inspection, and soon came inside.

Inside, it was still the same, with dim space and cold steel facilities, and the mercenaries waiting to take over in the corner.

Refusing to serve the staff who wanted to serve themselves, Bai Ge went straight to the bar.

Yaqi, who was receiving guests, saw him coming, apologized to the guests, and came to Bai Ge to say hello.

"Good afternoon, Robbery."

He took off his helmet and ordered yesterday's cocktail to Yaqi, then handed the cash in the bag.

Just now, there were more than 1,000 euros in cash in the trouser pocket of the Sixth Street Gang, anyway, they were all for nothing, and they were not distressed at all.

Putting away the banknote, Yaqi smelled the undispersed smell of blood in the air, and couldn't help frowning.

But he didn't say much, and helped him mix the wine and bring it to the table.

Then he took a paper document from the drawer under the bar and handed it over.

"The paper power of attorney promised to you yesterday, with the latest commission for the past few days."

Taking the document, Bai Ge read it roughly.

【Consignor: City Council】

【Entrustment description: Clean up the rat colony entrenched in the subway tracks! 【Pay

: 500! 】 【

Requirements: Bring your own protective clothing】

........

【Consignor: xx Bar

】【Entrustment description: Temporary security guard】【

Remuneration: 100! 】

【Requirements: Those who are physically strong are preferred! 】

....

Looking at the commission above similar to the end of the day, Bai Geleng froze for a moment.

In other words, how is this mercenary different from what he imagined?

Shouldn't it be high-risk and high-reward? How a smell of factory work in a past life.

Looking at the commission of looking for people to find things above, acting as a security guard, and cleaning up the rats, he said: "Is this mercenary different from what I thought?" How is it all miscellaneous work?

Yaqi laughed when she heard this: "Do you think mercenaries will do something to fight and kill?" Money gives enough to do anything.

And dangerous tasks don't appear in the order sheet, usually the employer finds me, and then I arrange someone to complete it.

As for the high-risk missions you want, when your reputation in Night City is good enough, some people will come to you to do errands. "