Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"This perfect life can be built again if the building collapses."

As soon as Lil woke up, he heard V humming "Breathe That Jamaican". It seemed that he had been brainwashed.

It's a sunny day in Badland today, and the sun shines on the bare land, making people's eyes hurt.

Of course, it has no effect on the people in the car, especially Lille - he is still lying down.

My whole body ached, sore and tender. It was okay to move like an ordinary person, but it was hard to tell if I was fighting like a fanatic.

But under the influence of [Heart of Evolution], thinking is almost unaffected.

"Where are we?"

"Are you awake?" V snorted, "We have arrived in Washington, and we will see the president soon."

"President, right? You have a sense of humor. Trust me, you definitely don't want to see the president."

"Who said that? I'm just counting on the president to give me a big job, so I won't have to worry about it for the rest of my life."

"hehe."

Lil thought this joke was funny. If V from a few years later in the original timeline heard this, he would probably beat the current V to death.

V turned on the news station: "We're still a ways away from the border checkpoint. We have to find a way to get there."

Logically speaking, there should be no signal in this place.

However, the Beamon armored vehicle comes with a small signal amplification and receiving device. It can barely listen to the radio, but the sound is a bit intermittent.

I guess Atlanta didn't expect anyone to listen to city news at the border.

Coincidentally, the news being broadcast on the radio station has something to do with these two people:

"A few days ago, a vicious attack occurred in Atlanta. The military science and technology force said it was attacked by Kangtao Company in the bad land. The attackers were Zhu Shen and Cai Pin, supply chain management specialists of Kangtao Company.

Both of them are currently dead. Kang Tao expressed ignorance about this and denied any connection between their actions and the company. APD is following up.

If you have any information, please submit an APD. If the clue is confirmed, a reward will be provided to the clue provider. "

Just as Lille thought, Junke was a little confused, but it can only be said that it was an unexpected surprise to put the blame on Kang Tao.

After all, this will greatly affect the direction of the investigation.

"Now that I think about it, I think we were really brave." V laughed after hearing this, "The entire Atlanta police are looking for us, Military Technology, Kangtao.

But they didn't even know that the guy who was playing tricks on them was a bald ass - well, not anymore. "

Lille does not feel that the crisis has completely passed: "In fact, they have not missed their last chance."

"That's true, so think about how to trick them a second time."

They also need to pass a wall, a six-meter-high border barrier.

During the Unification War, Northern and Southern California fought to the death and had no relationship at all. In order to emphasize this and prevent vagrants and other parasites from the north from threatening the south, southerners built this wall in a big way.

Southern California belongs to the new America, and beyond this high wall, you reach Northern California——

That is, the territory of Night City.

Like all border barriers, there will be no warning before firing, and the only way to cross the border is to go through the border checkpoint.

Checkpoints scan your face, register your vehicle, and heavily armed drones track you, sending your coordinates to rapid response systems in orbit.

Getting through the border wall is very, very troublesome, especially for Lille -

Because it was the military technology company that won the border checkpoint contract.

Once you enter the checkpoint, military technology will remind you all the time that this place can turn into a battlefield at any time.

This is the high wall.

Click click click click click. click.

The car made strange noises again.

"Fuck, this car hasn't been running normally."

"We have to repair the car." Lear thought for a while, "Find a town to stop for a while and let's inquire about something."

"This is the last town until we get to the checkpoint. If you don't tell me, I have to go there and take a rest - I'm really fed up with the sand.

Maybe if I stand on my head and shake twice, I can shake out two pounds of sand. "

"Then you'd better shake off." Lear tried to sit up straight, "because we have to pretend to be professionals now."

"What professionals?"

"Military science's suit dog."

V never thought that one day he would have to pretend to be a company dog.

The good news is that Lear said that she doesn't really need to wear a suit, but her clothes should be neater, including zippers and bags.

Company dogs may be dirty, but their clothes are always as neat as possible.

The last thing is to be arrogant.

"Arrogant? What you said made me grasp the trick a little bit, but it still feels weird. Is it the police chief we are looking for?

What are you doing with him? Can't we just go to the bar? Talk about things while drinking. If you can't reach an agreement, give him a few blows. "

V shook his hair, and sand really came out of it.

The car drove into this small town called Dry Water Creek. It is estimated that there are not even 30 permanent residents in this small town.

There is an abandoned oil well nearby. There used to be many migrant workers here, but after the financial crisis and the replacement of oil by alcohol 2 in energy, many small oil wells were abandoned.

When the oil wells were abandoned, the town also declined. The environmental impact of oil extraction was left here forever. The water source was cut off and farmers could no longer farm.

Now there is only one gas station and one vending shop. Most people just make a living, providing some services to passing passengers and earning some living expenses.

Maybe in the future, sooner or later this place will be completely abandoned.

The harsh environment in the West really makes people miss the beauty of Atlanta, even if that's just the appearance.

"Have you ever seen an old western? Forget it, you must have never seen it - after all, in these bad lands, the traditions of the old America more than a hundred years ago are still maintained.

There is a mayor and a police chief in the town. For legal money-making matters, go to the mayor, and for other matters, go to the police chief.

If we don't say hello, we will be considered rude or even mean.

And now we are dogs in suits. "

Lille pulled on his clothes - he was wearing a lot more serious clothes. The casual clothes he bought in Atlanta looked like brand-name goods.

After adjusting his clothes, Lille straightened his back, and his temperament instantly became tougher.

However, considering his sickly appearance - his temperament should be said to be a bit sinister, just like the sinister villains in TV series.

V glanced at Lear: "You really look like a dog in a suit, but you don't let me speak and you make me arrogant. How should I pretend?"

This is indeed a problem. It's not that V is not arrogant. The key is that as long as the other person has some brains, the uncultured smell will seep out when she speaks.

The biggest problem with letting her pretend to be a dog in a suit is that the dog in a suit is too highly educated.

Leal thought for a moment and said: "Look at your account."

After saying that, Leal knocked on the door of Dry Water Creek Police Station - in fact, this is a rectangular living unit made of colored steel and bricks.

"Come in - it seems that you are still a little polite. When you arrive in a small town, the first thing you should do is to find the police chief here."

The Sheriff wore a large-brimmed Western cowboy hat and a pair of orange sunglasses. His fingers were not covered with skin, which did not cover up his carefully designed hand prosthesis.

Most hand prostheses are designed for better shooting, and obviously this one seems to be too.

Recoil grip pads are provided to reduce recoil. It's obvious that this Sheriff likes to use high-power firearms.

Seeing the person coming, the police sergeant looked at the two of them - the one in the lead had no expression, just smiled - a very professional smile that made people look at him.

The one at the back

V just saw the deposit in his account - 500,000 euros!

Who can be richer than her?

Even if this is a police chief, he's just a police chief from a border town.

When he returns to Night City, he must stay at the Chambi Building for a few days. The poor police chief may not be able to live there for even one day in his life.

The more he thought about it, the more proud he became. Facing the police chief's appraising gaze, V rolled his eyes with disdain - Poor guy!

Well, it’s as if it’s worth 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan - the police chief thought, the person who came here is not evil.

At the border, the people he dealt with the most were all kinds of wanderers. They were either flattering or wary, and even if they were dragged, they were just stern but inwardly cruel.

This attitude reminded the police chief of those guys' looks like this when he went to Atlanta on a business trip.

That inexplicable attitude of looking down on himself, and his smiling expression - it's so similar.

Although it is uncomfortable, it must be treated with caution.

"I'm Andrew Jones, sit down."

Hearing this name, a strange feeling immediately came to Lille's head——

He knows this name.

In "Cyberpunk 2077", the Rangers will encounter the Sheriff at the beginning.

So Lear leisurely sat in front of Andrew: "Silver shotgun, right? You once served in the special forces. It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect to see former soldiers here."

Andrew's expression immediately became better——

He always liked to brag about his military career and his unique nickname.

It's a pity that no one in this place usually knows about these things.

"That's me, may I ask you two?"

Lear smiled: "You can call me Dennis the Burger King - you know, the situation is complicated recently, I heard that there was a wanderer family here recently that merged into the Snake State.

Generally speaking, in this kind of change, there will always be a few unsighted people looking for private work - which is a bit troublesome, because private work is difficult to check.

Is there anything noteworthy happening in town? Maybe someone is planning to use these guys to smuggle some, well, stuff that interests us. "

Andrew's expression changed slightly.

Because he felt that the other party was questioning him now - this identity change came so naturally.

He was so torn and wanted to ask for more information, but the temperament in Lear made him think it was best not to ask too much.

Thinking about it carefully, this person is still willing to make up a name for himself, which is quite polite.

"Well I don't care about that, but I suggest you contact a guy named Willie McCoy, you know, he has some connections."

"A middleman? These tramps are still being protected. It's really..." Lear shook his head, "One more thing, our car has a small problem and we need to find an auto mechanic - do you guys know how to repair armored vehicles? Someone?"

"An armored car? I'm not sure if he can repair it, but this is the only one in town. The auto repair shop is on the edge of town. His name is Mike."

"Thank you for your help, Sheriff, I will mention your enthusiastic help in the report when I get back.

But now, I have to get back to business. "

After saying that, without waiting for Andrew's reaction, Lear stood up and walked towards the door.

Andrew just thought there was something strange about the conversation - first of all, he was glad that the man recognized him.

But out of duty, he should have asked more questions, but now he couldn't ask any questions.

On the one hand, he was a little worried, but on the other hand, he was also willing to help this person - after all, he seemed to have a good background, and he also gained respect from him - although it might only be superficial.

After thinking about it, Andrew said, "Uh, what model of car are you trying to repair? I can say hello to Mike."

Leal opened the door, revealing the black armored vehicle, standing still under the wash of sand, dust and strong wind.

The line of font printed on the container shines brightly in the sun--

"Military technology, Beamon armored vehicle."