Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

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David jumped out of bed with a bang and quickly rummaged for something on his messy bed.

While looking for it, I shouted: "Mom! Here is the dress I bought yesterday!"

Gloria, who was cleaning, stopped and put her hands on her hips dissatisfied: "Every time I can't find something, I scream at the top of my lungs."

"But you are the one who cleans the room every day!"

"That's because you didn't tidy it up yourself -" Gloria walked in and looked around, then magically took out the coat from the closet David had just rummaged through, "Isn't this here?"

David showed respect for his mother and continued to look for the next thing he needed to go out.

Gloria looked at his appearance and thought of the news she had just received:

Yes, as a Santo Domingo native, she could get that message too.

"You want to go out? Take part in a shooting competition?"

David scratched his head: "You have to find something to do, right? The notice said there are still business owners looking for workers."

Gloria sighed and put her hands on David——

This kid seems to be growing taller.

"I know you do some dangerous work outside, and I admire those people very much, but all things are dangerous, and you are doing a very good job now."

David scratched his cheek lightly sheepishly.

Since dropping out of school, including various small and large jobs, the overall income has exceeded 100,000 yuan.

However, most of it was used by him to upgrade his prosthetic body and learn how to modify firearms. The total amount that her mother got in her hands was probably only about 10,000 yuan.

For Gloria, after her son dropped out of Arasaka Academy, the treatment of those legendary corporate dogs was already out of reach. Now she has to treat her son with the average level of Santo Domingo.

Ten thousand yuan may not be much for a corporate dog, but for the poor people of Santo Domingo, it is a lot to be able to spend so much money.

It was also this money that allowed the two of them to rent a two-bedroom house in a skyscraper, which was much more spacious.

But David himself knew that it was really not much compared to the money he had spent in various other places.

"Mom, I won't do anything dangerous. I'm just going to see if anyone is looking for technicians."

David felt very guilty when he said this.

Unlike his mother, his mother may have only come into contact with some unscrupulous doctors through her work in the corpse collection team, and has never even seen a scavenger.

Most of the gang members that most people have ever seen are just idle gangsters on the street, the lowest level.

But David is different. He has seen real members of those gangs, real murderers who kill without batting an eye. To be honest, he now feels that these people are more dangerous than many cyberpsychopaths.

When a cyberpsycho goes crazy, he may kill one or twenty people, and then be taken down by a violent terrorist mobile team.

And a full-scale civil war by the Whirlpool Gang almost blew up the entire Watson District.

Gloria closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and finally took her hands back, put her hands on her hips, and said seriously: "Then I'll go with you."

"good"

[V: Boy David, call your people out and give you a job to help the Sixth Street Gang. 】

[V: It’s a bit dangerous to take a good guy with you - but you can have a drink and a meal first. 】

David immediately changed his face and said to his mother seriously: "No, Mom, the Sixth Street Gang people are over there, you can't go."

"how do you know"

"Don't ask Mom, you can't go there."

After speaking, David walked into the storage room and took out his guns and equipment.

He did not have the money or the confidence to implant a large amount of subcutaneous armor into his body, so he could only add some external armor to the epidermis of the skin and under the clothes through the classical method.

While arranging the equipment, he told Gloria uneasily: "Don't go out recently, don't go to Woodhaven Street."

Gloria froze on the spot, watching her son sort out these things and skillfully load the bullets.

She was not a fool, he knew that David was working with the man who saved their mother and son.

These days, her son had changed so much that she had not expected it.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she responded silently, watched David leave the house, stood in front of the window and watched him leave the building, and walked into Mackinac wearing that dress.

Her head was empty, and she didn't know how to feel about her son's changes.

All thoughts naturally focused on the graffiti on the back of David’s new clothes:

A burger with a gaping mouth.

Gloria sighed, of course she knew what it was: it was the most popular urban legend in Night City recently.

Young people like it.

"What crazy graffiti." V said bluntly about his younger brother's taste, "Why do everyone draw such things on their clothes and cars?"

Jack in the back seat nodded silently: "Okay, don't you know why?"

"I know." V nodded with deep understanding, "It's all Lille's fault. He can't even come up with a normal name."

"Honestly, I think this graffiti is quite stylish."

The two men were now sitting in the Mackinaw, which was parked on Woodhaven Street.

This place is as poor as a construction site, and some of the houses the residents live in have not even been topped off, so they have to simply decorate them themselves.

On both sides of the street, haphazardly piled garbage piles were burning, and the black smoke choked people's noses and hair.

Jack frowned and fanned in front of his nose: "It smells worse than Heywood's rat's nest."

V sniffed: "The air in Heywood's rat nest is not good, so it's just half-weight."

The roofs of flat-roofed houses are scattered in various places, and local residents have built "overpasses" made of metal plates between the buildings.

And on these rooftops is the main place where the Six Street Gang holds activities.

Although this place is poor and smelly, it is also one of the favorite places for the Sixth Street Gang to gather. Firstly, because of its location, you can occasionally see NCPD and Valentino next to Lijing District, but here, it is completely owned by gangs. The world is under heaven.

Second, there are all "commercial facilities" here. In addition to a few bars, there is also the Rama Armory and a low-end prosthetic doctor clinic. Although the service and equipment are not good, they are cheap.

From the topography point of view, although the buildings here are basically small one- or two-story bungalows, they are generally slightly higher than other places and are the highest point in the nearby area.

If you want to snipe this place from a high place, you can only snipe from the Peizhuo Petrochemical Dam, but there are almost no hiding places there.

If they sniped up there, they would have to face Adecado wandering around, and in the Badlands, excellent prosthetics were not as important as excellent vehicles.

If they choose to attack from the terrain below

This has reached the point where the two sides have a head-on game.

From a traffic perspective, the entire traffic network will be controlled by Lear, and all vehicles will be monitored through ctOS's intelligent threat identification algorithm.

From a signal perspective, three military-grade electronic listening devices were deployed in key areas to monitor all abnormal communications.

Perspective recognition, a total of 16 Ironclad drones will follow the sergeant's movements that day to patrol possible shooting sites.

This kind of information coordination system is already a military-level arrangement, unless they also have military-level support——

But they are just a group of mercenaries.

Taking the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops is considered a good thing in any era, but not everyone can do it.

Mackinac stopped by the street and watched as the Sixth Street Gang put out food and beer. V turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"Let's go and see how this event goes."