Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

There are more and more people on Woodhaven Street, and the pungent burnt smell in the air is overshadowed by the smell of cheap alcohol. The fat of synthetic meat is mixed with the smell of alcohol.

Although the food was cheap, the atmosphere in the entire venue was surprisingly lively, and the diners were really happy.

There is no other reason. 15% of the population in Night City has an annual income of less than 2,000 euros and a monthly income of less than 170 euros, and more than half of these people are gathered in Santo Domingo.

The cheapest food on the market, for example, pink burrito XXL, costs 10 euros each, which is more expensive than many bullets. A bucket of grilled chicken nuggets in fast food restaurants costs 30 euros and up.

Snacks made from synthetic meat or other cheap ingredients circulating on the black market may be cheaper on the street, but they won’t be much cheaper.

To sum up, 170 euros is not even enough to live in a decent house, and you even need to pick up garbage once or twice a month to eat.

There are many reasons for this distortion of prices: corporate wars, unification wars, financial crises derived from various wars, inflation

It can be said that the world has been experiencing terrible inflation since the beginning of the 21st century, and the prices of these basic necessities have increased particularly exaggeratedly.

I don’t know what the Sixth Street Gang is up to, but free food and wine?

It's simply unimaginable.

Even leaving aside those homeless people, the per capita annual income in Santo Domingo is only about 3,000 to 4,000 euros, and a free meal is still not something they can ignore.

To these people, every dollar is worth breaking in half.

"It's cool!" A man who was missing an arm used his remaining mechanical arm to drink and drink. "The American dream is so fucking awesome!"

The soldiers standing guard on the side were happy: "Is it cool?"

"It's cool." The man was drunk and cowardly. He shook his head and put his hand on the soldier's shoulder, giving a thumbs up. "This is the American dream."

The member of the Sixth Street Gang took out a small energy wallet and handed it to him: "Look, please bring this thing back fully charged. It can be exchanged for wine."

"Is there such a good thing? Let's go! The sixth-level version is my business! I don't dare to kill people, but I am good at stealing electricity!"

Then the man fell to the ground with a crash, unconscious.

He was sleeping on the floor and kept mumbling something nonsense. Even the translation software couldn't figure out what he was talking about.

On the roof, V was happy when he saw this scene: "You just started drinking and you fell down?"

[Lille: That man has not long to live, and his nervous tolerance has made it difficult for him to stay awake. 】

"Is it because you're drunk that you're mentally ill?"

[Lille: To be precise, hangover recovery is related to whether the body can secrete some catalysts. You will feel uncomfortable and dizzy before the hangover is resolved. 】

[Lille: But under the same alcohol concentration, whether you are drunk or not has a lot to do with your nerves. It is normal for a person with neurasthenia to drink alcohol. 】

"Does this count as poisoning?"

[Lille: No, he won’t live long without wine. This is more like treating him to a big meal before he dies. 】

No one knew whether the man who fell to the ground had just recovered from an illness, had a nervous breakdown caused by long working hours, or had experienced other shocks.

All he knew was that he couldn't even hold a glass of wine now.

People here have a hysterical sense of disobedience when they relax, as if they want to drown themselves in alcohol and the pleasure of eating meat.

But it's really just a little bit of wine and synthetic meat.

Jack became a little silent now. He just looked at the cheerful faces in the venue without saying a word and ate the meat in silence.

After a while, David brought Lucy and Qiwei, the two hackers in the team, to V's table——

To be precise, it is this "bucket". Beer and synthetic meat are placed on a rusty metal bucket. Fuel is placed in the barrel next to it. The wire mesh is placed on top to become a simple grill.

"This is just a security mission. It was originally a security mission, but we didn't have the time to protect it for a long time, so it became what it is now."

V started to explain the division of labor for this task straight to the point.

But as soon as she started talking, she felt a little weird: whenever she was asked to do these things, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, she just conveyed what Li Er meant and read it accordingly.

David sat upright and nodded.

【Data transmission in progress】

"We have four main defensive areas, the first one is overhead, the road above the Pecho Petrochemical Dam, but there's another group there."

The Peizhuo Petrochemical Dam area is regarded as a separate large area. The terrain above is open and there are no bunkers. There is almost no possibility of the enemy sneaking up to the dam to snipe.

Centered on the main activity venue on Woodhaven Street, it is divided into three areas to the north. The depth is greatest in the north direction, and the other two areas are closer to small fan-shaped areas. One part of the fan-shaped area is the urban area with buildings, and the other part is the rotten area. There are construction sites and other wasteland.

Urban areas can be monitored by hackers taking over hacked road network cameras, cars and other smart devices, but wastelands without cameras on the sides can only be patrolled manually.

These two areas are what David needs to lead people to take charge of.

"In general, just patrol. If you see anyone strange, just shoot."

Lucy raised her hand: "I want to know who the enemy is? Is it dangerous?"

"Just like you, mercenaries should be quite powerful. As for whether they are dangerous or not?" V paused, looked at Lucy and asked curiously, "I remember you robbed the Burger King when we first met, why don't you? Do you think that’s dangerous?”

In V's memory, David was still a good student when Lucy was a thief. Now David thinks about doing something big every day. Why is this girl becoming less and less courageous?

According to Lear, Lucy is the street kid and David is the good citizen, right?

Lucy was a little embarrassed: Who knew that even a chip stolen on the subway could be stolen from Big Brother!

".That was an accident."

As for why she is becoming more and more timid

David hugged Lucy fiercely and grinned: "Don't worry, although it's a bit absolute to say there won't be any problems, we can definitely handle it!"

"Well, then we are responsible for the second area. Let's go over and take a look at the place first."

Lucy covered her forehead, picked up two portions of wine and synthetic meat from the ground, and the two left here.

Qi Wei was still where she was, looking at the backs of the two people leaving, thoughtfully.

V glanced at her: "These two people seem to have a special relationship, don't they?"

"It's unusual. They all slept together."

"Oh~ No wonder." V shook the wine can, "I can see that you are a veteran. Are you familiar with those two people?"

Qiwei scratched her head and sat on the broken wall beside her: "I brought the girl here, she shouldn't have grown up on the streets like us.

When I first saw her, she was a directionless girl. She knew nothing about hacking but nothing else.

Later, for some reason, I suddenly felt motivated, as if I had a goal.

Same as you are now. "

"What do you mean?" V pointed to himself, not quite understanding the ambiguous words, "What does it mean to be the same as we are now?"

"It's very energetic. Can I ask, for what purpose do you do those crazy things?"

"Why?" V thought for a while.

To put it bluntly, the dream that ran through her childhood was very simple: after seeing so many awesome things, she just wanted to be the most awesome one in Night City and show off her awesomeness.

But to say so would be a bit too low-priced.

[V: Did you hear that? I'm asking you! 】

[Lille: Me? Wasn't he asking about you? From the beginning, I was purely trying to survive! Now that's one of the goals. 】

The external brain refused to provide quality answers, and V fell into deep thought.

Finally, Jack spoke. He looked at the people celebrating crazily in the venue, and suddenly thought in his head: Isn't this the kind of car he likes to drive the most, the awesome Thursday?

Free drinks, good brothers get together and have fun.

Being able to treat guests to dinner and be respected by others is his goal - to be a decent person.

So he said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's to be a decent person and a big shot."

Such a simple answer, but V felt that this answer had the same effect as her thoughts.

Qiwei looked at the "big man" and looked at the towering skyscrapers in the distance without much emotion: "Everyone in Night City thinks so."

"What, what do you want to say?"

“I just feel that people like us, people called ‘punks’, are either escapees from the shameful past, or dream chasers with great ambitions who have lost themselves.”

Upon hearing this, V sneered, finished his beer in one gulp, and said disdainfully:

"As soon as you hear it, you will know that it is the confession of a loser. Once you make enough money, you will not have such thoughts. You should hang out with us more to ensure that you make enough."

"This one is, it's just a little too exciting."

"Okay, get ready to work."

After the words fell, the Sixth Street Gang turned on the power of the surrounding speakers, and the volume of the manic rock music increased. The sound wave pushed the atmosphere to a climax, and the sergeant's voice also rang out——

"You little bastards, are you all fed the American dream?"