Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

The two walked into the event venue, and most of the people around them were discussing the shooting at the Dewdrop Hotel.

Everyone heard the explosion, which was so loud that people thought there had been an explosion like the one in the Watson district in Santo Domingo, and it made people panic.

In addition, there are some strange things.

"Thank you for your boyfriend's service to the unification of America and his heroic sacrifice in the terrorist attack on Martin Luther King Street.

After our verification, you are the last relative of this boy. Tsk, according to his military rank, the total pension is 500 euros.

Have you received it? ah? ! "

V saw a Sixth Street Gang handing out "killing pensions" on the side of the street. It seemed that the Dewdrop Hotel had indeed killed many Sixth Street Gang boys.

But there is still a pension?

The soldiers of the Sixth Street Gang were quite impatient, and the reason was very simple. There was a man standing next to the "widow".

The woman felt as if she was struck by lightning when she heard the news. Then she turned around and crawled into the man's arms crying, without answering the Sixth Street Gang's questions.

The soldier instantly yelled: "Are you deaf? I asked you if you received it! Fuck you bitch!"

A man and a woman were startled by the roar, and the woman's tears were sucked back into her tear ducts:

The special skills of cybernetics are due to the fact that some cheap prostheses are installed on their faces, which may cause negative pressure in the tear ducts when they are frightened.

"I heard that!" the woman wiped her tears, "I will live well with this money, but how long will 500 euros last?"

How long will 500 last? This is a good question.

According to the prices in Night City, it is more than enough to buy a human life, but if it is purely about living, it really won't last long.

Miraculously, the man also showed real sadness on his face. He gritted his teeth and touched the woman's head: "My dear, it doesn't matter. I will join the Sixth Street Gang to support you."

"But you can't even hold a gun tightly."

"That can be learned - I want to join the Sixth Street Gang!"

The man suddenly raised his head and looked at the soldier. The latter was stunned for a moment. He was just thinking about whether to give this bitch a good beating after paying out his pension.

But now the man is one of his own.

So he laughed meaningfully, patted the man on the shoulder, and stuffed a jade ring into his hand - I didn't even know if this old gun could fire normally:

"Hahahaha. Interesting. Come on, take this gun. When you kill a thief, you can report it to the recruitment office."

The man grabbed the gun and said firmly to the woman in his arms: "Don't worry, I will work hard for our family."

The two kissed passionately, and the sun shone on them - even after passing through the black smoke, the light seemed a bit unreal.

"What a bloody drama." V was stunned by the plot, "I thought that man was her father at first."

"It's too messy, it's too messy, Heywood wouldn't be like this." Jack shook his head, "The American spirit has begun to share wives."

The two walked towards a small bungalow, where the sergeant was sitting - he would wait until the right time to appear outside again.

"You two. Why is one missing?"

"The event hasn't started yet, there are some things that need to be prepared - do you still give people pensions?"

"Of course." The sergeant snorted, and then lit a cigarette for himself, "Isn't it natural for soldiers to receive pensions when they die in action? Our Sixth Street Gang is a regular military organization."

"It's really quite formal, and you can see that it's very popular. There is a woman at the door who had already changed her husband when she received her pension, but just now her new husband also joined you."

The sergeant was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's none of my business, as long as he can contribute to the Sixth Street Gang."

V didn't say anything to this, shrugged and sat on the sofa opposite the sergeant.

"I told you, why don't you choose a better place to hold the event?"

"What's wrong with this place? This place is pretty good." The sergeant said and took a deep breath of cigarette. "But it's not as good as Lijing District. Who let Valentino take that place away?"

Lijing District is now a relatively complex area. Valentino operates there, NCPD also appears there, and people from the Sixth Street Gang will also go there, but the Sixth Street Gang does not have much industry there.

It's just some stupid young people and street bastards who go there to stir up trouble.

But a long time ago, Lijing District was also where the Sixth Street Gang made its fortune.

After speaking, he looked at Jack who was hesitant to speak: "Okay, I know what you want to say. You are still young and don't know what happened at that time."

V showed an interested expression: "Then tell me?"

"I said? Let me tell you, the people in Lijing District owe the Sixth Street Gang a big favor! If I hadn't led people to bring down the law and order, the place would still be a lawless place!

In the end, things calmed down, and Valentino teamed up with the NCPD to drive us away. How damn corrupt. "

Jack was a little unconvinced.

Valentino is a gang whose main link is blood relationship, which caused him to have some reactions to these remarks even though he was no longer a Valentino.

This was somewhat different from what he knew.

"If you were really that good, how could you be driven away? I know that local residents jointly reported you to the NCPD."

"Haha." The sergeant sneered, "You won't believe that. The bottom line is that there is no money - look at this gun."

He took out a smart assault rifle from the box behind him, and the painting had been changed to American style.

"Look, Nocota Company's advanced prototype can be divided into parts. The smart chip can lock up to 5 enemies. What kind of chemical corrosion will be induced when a bullet enters the human body? Isn't it awesome?

I plan to use it as the final prize for this shooting competition. "

V and Jack are confused: Is it awesome to lock 5 enemies?

Their "artificial intelligence locking system" can lock more than five enemies every time?

The air froze for a moment, and V nodded: "Yeah, awesome."

The sergeant also noticed that there seemed to be a hint of disdain in V's tone. It was probably an illusion.

So he continued: "Although our business is experiencing difficulties now, it is not difficult to find a few boxes of these high-quality weapons in the warehouse.

But we didn't have these things when we first started, and there was a rumor going around that the Six Street Gang were just puppies for military technology.

Come on, I started with a fucking old revolver!

Why doesn't military technology provide support to those who are mentally retarded? Don't they want it? It was my name that led to military technology coming to our door! "

After the sergeant finished speaking, he recalled the days when he started home.

At that time, the original Six Street Gang wore armor sewn from scavenged leather and used guns that could be put into the garbage dump.

Lijing District, Santo Domingo. There are murders, robberies, and thefts every day. The only way for ordinary people to live longer is to hide at home and do nothing.

Then they can starve to death.

"Why were you kicked out later?" V asked curiously.

The sergeant laughed self-deprecatingly: “It’s simple, there is no money—the streets are no longer chaotic, and everyone has to go out and make money.

Valentino has more money than us, has a wilder lifestyle, and has more people than us. They open a casino and sell top-notch drugs. They have money and are happy.

When they have money, they will provide some notes to the NCPD, and the NCPD will cooperate with them to eliminate them.

At that time, the Six Street Gang, I didn’t have much support from big companies at that time.

It was also from that time that I realized that I had to make money, make a lot of money - without money, I would be unarmed and unarmed.

Haha, did you see the slogan? The American dream, the American dream is supported by money. "

"Then you do business with military technology?"

The sergeant nodded calmly: "Yes, no one takes care of the security of these places, so I take care of it myself, but this requires money and equipment. It is impossible for people to defend their lives with a pair of fleshy fists.

Because robbers and murderers have guns in their hands.

The American Dream gives me goods, allows me to make money, and allows me to do whatever I want. I believe in the American Dream. "

There was silence in the room for a while, then V picked up the beer on the table and opened a can: "To be honest, reselling high-priced vaccines is also part of the plan?"

"Yes." The sergeant also opened a can of beer, "I'm not going to give you any great reasons, but the fact is: I need the money so damn much.

People here need vaccines, so I will look for vaccines. As for the price, that is beyond my control, and it was not made by me.

When I become poor, I can’t even protect myself, so why should I do anything to self-dedicate myself?”

After the sergeant finished speaking, he smiled and looked at Jack who didn't know what he was thinking: "Big man, you look like Valentino. If you were in a gang, you might be their big brother now.

But you're not cut out to be in a gang, really, I can see that - so back to business, you two."

"Actually, there are three." V pointed to his head, "There is one more."

"Okay, three of you."

"Oh, by the way, we also called in a group of good mercenaries. You have to pay them. The normal price is fine."

The sergeant took back his hand to toast angrily: "Do you have any more? How many of them are there?"

"Three of them." V shook his head, "They are already drinking outside."

The sergeant was already swearing in his heart: Who is this habit of interrupting other people's speeches? Who follows? !

Calm down your mood and organize your language.

"Okay. There are still three of you. This time it's up to you. You are the most professional and awesome in Night City.

The Sixth Street Gang and my life, especially my life, depend on you. "

Jack also opened a bottle of beer, and when he lifted the can, he was still thinking.

V poked him, and he also received news from Leal.

[Lille: A confident smile can help increase the employer's trust in the mercenary. The employer does not want to hire a young man who is full of problems. 】

So Jack put aside those thoughts and showed a professional smile.

"Haha, do you even need to say that? A professional mercenary must accomplish his mission."

Thanks to Menghui Baima Temple, Lazy Azhai, Book Friends 1604301830044ic, and Three Dragons for the tips.

Sorry foster parents, I was delayed a bit today.