The Death Knell

"But don't tell me, Lao Wei, I really found a big business recently."

Faced with the doctor's statement of seeking stability, Jack actually understood that after all, he only has one life. If he dies, he is really dead, and the money he earns will naturally be of no use. However, he is still determined to do something big:

"Dexter Deshawn, do you know? The fat Jesus from the Afterlife nightclub weighs about 300 pounds and has big golden arms. He is definitely a strong brand in the middleman industry. He is looking for someone to do a big job recently. V and I are going to give it a try."

At this point, Jack was still a little yearning, as if he felt that he was favored by a big shot and was very respectable.

If people who are bullish think highly of themselves, does that mean they are also bullish?

"Tsk, although I have never been a mercenary, I was once a boxer. Mercenary brokers are just like boxing managers. They are all just lying on other people's bodies to suck blood."

Dr. Victor was unmoved, and instead began to persuade him. In his opinion, middlemen were also some kind of exploiters. They took orders, assigned jobs, provided transportation, and then sat in the back drinking and bragging. After the work was completed, they would be divided. More than 40% profit? Almost like robbery:

"No matter how awesome he is, it doesn't mean anything. It can only be said that he has not fallen over so far. How long has he been in the industry? I remember it was less than three years, right?"

In fact, as a mercenary middleman in Night City, it's not bad to live for three years, which at least means he doesn't have any big problems.

You must know that the people the middlemen deal with are all armed. If the money is unevenly distributed or people are cheated, they can easily be killed if they come to settle accounts with them afterwards.

But it also depends on who you compare with. Rogge in the Afterlife Nightclub has been a middleman for more than 50 years. She owns all the bars. She is the top middleman in Night City.

It's a pity that people like that, let alone little guys like Jack and V, Victor himself, a former boxing champion, can't talk to each other, so he can't be of much help in the mercenary industry.

At most, after the two children were punched with some bloody holes, their own treatment costs were reduced.

Speaking of Rogge, there are several mysteries in Night City, and she is one of them.

The first is Johnny Silverhand, who blew up Arasaka Tower. After the incident, his life and death were unknown and he disappeared without a trace.

Some said he was killed by a bomb, some said they saw him being captured by Arasaka, and some said he became a god and grew wings and flew into the sky.

Next is Rogge. She went with Johnny to blow up the Arasaka Tower, but Arasaka didn't hold her accountable afterwards. She even got a large sum of money to open the Afterlife Bar without knowing where.

Some people said on the street that she betrayed Johnny Silverhand; others said that the money was Johnny's trump card left to her, and that she also had a handle on a big shot in Arasaka; others said that she was actually the There are all sorts of outrageous and unbelievable theories about Johnny Silverhand after his disguise.

Things are like this in the world, you never know the truth, all kinds of rumors are prevalent, but it doesn't matter anymore.

In a place like Night City, it's pretty good to live in peace and stability. Only young people like Jack and V can have passion and drive.

Anyway, every time Lao Wei saw these two people, he always felt that he had seen himself when he was young, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and he was willing to help them.

"Hey, I also know that the most awesome middleman in the next life is Boss Roger, but..."

Jack, who was holding a beer can, heard the topic of his debut year. He touched the pigtails on his head speechlessly, looked at V who was sweating profusely by hitting a sandbag not far away, and shook his head:

"But I only saw her once in the next life, and then I was glared at by her bodyguards. Good guy, those few were all covered in military-grade prosthetics and had no chance to talk to her."

A prosthesis, or electronic implant, is an electronic device implanted in the human body, which can greatly improve various qualities of the human body, or allow people to have some special functions.

The word Cyberpunk was originally a compound word composed of cybernetics and punk.

It goes without saying what punk is. As long as you know that it was first translated as "renegade", you can probably understand the meaning.

Cybernetics was proposed by the American mathematician Norbert Wiener in 1948. The most important point is that the purpose or behavior of the organism itself is essentially the same feedback mechanism shared by the machine. Machines are also affected by various kinds of 'feedback'.

The prosthetic body is a creation that greatly blurs the boundary between flesh and metal. It turns people into more like machines, or functional parts in the social structure.

Let’s not talk about sociology for now. It’s meaningless. Let’s get down to business.

If a civilian prosthetic body can change a person's physical fitness from ten to twenty, then a military prosthetic body can probably turn this number into a hundred. The gap is so big.

But it doesn’t mean that the more prosthetics you have on your body, the better, because these things need to be connected to the nervous system to control and powered by bioelectricity, so the number of prosthetics a person can afford is limited.

Without professional scientists or doctors, implanting too many prosthetics will make people go crazy. This is the so-called cyberpsychosis. It is actually a brain wave disorder that manifests as visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, madness, paranoia, and bloodlust. etc.

In short, people with the disease will have irrepressible violent tendencies.

Therefore, getting military prosthetics is not a fool's errand. If you can find top medical experts or technology masters to safely install a lot of military prostheses into your body, that would be great.

"Okay, you have nothing to say to an old man like me. I don't understand the mercenary business of fighting and killing, Jack boy."

Victor waved his hand, took a sip of wine, and returned his eyes to the boxing match on TV:

"Anyway, you'd better take it easy and don't think too highly of yourself. There's never a pie falling from the sky in Night City."

This is his experience. Anyway, in this dark world, nothing comes for free. Everything has been priced secretly.

After being a doctor for so many years, he has seen too many people. Many young people initially had dreams of becoming masters and legends in the city.

The results of it? I never came back to the clinic again, needless to say I knew what happened to them.

Maybe he died in an alley, maybe he went crazy and was captured by the Terrorist Mobile Team, or maybe he turned into a sausage sold at a stall outside. Who knows, just think in the dark direction.

"I think Dexter Deshawn is okay. At least the roads say he's not bad." Although Jack is very stubborn, he is not ignorant. After hearing what Lao Wei said, he felt a little unsure. , after all, he grew up on the streets, and he also understands what it means to be alienated from people's hearts.

But at this moment, a strange voice came from the stairs leading to the underground clinic, joining the conversation between the two of them without warning:

"The doctor was right, Dexter Deshawn? That little fat black pig is a fucking dick."