Chapter 126 The Rising Sun in the Bad Land
"Taiyang. I haven't seen you for months."
An old Mackinac pickup truck, temporarily modified with black and red stripes, was running on the road.
Facing the rising sun, the homeless man's skin began to burn.
"Boy Neville, I'll leave the tribe to you. Don't be like that old bastard Hector and choose the wrong direction."
Thinking these words in his mind, the wanderer lowered his head lower and lower, and finally, the car crashed straight into the guardrail on the roadside, and then according to the set program, the car exploded violently.
When company agents caught up, all they got was ashes.
As the morning sun rises, the badlands begin to get hot and dry.
The wanderers believed in the fairy-tale future promised to them by biotechnology - "chasing the sun to the end of the world", and eventually became unable to even see the light.
"But they spent the most heroic day in their lives today, and may their spirits be sublimated in the flames."
Badlands.
Neville muttered.
After a whole night of madness, the rest of the time was spent saying goodbye.
The pursuit actually ended when Lille and the others crossed Heywood's Bridge and reached Santo Domingo.
Technically, when Lille enters Santo Domingo, he is going home, and he can control the traffic network here with just a glance.
From the enemy's perspective, this was a rather sudden incident, and the manpower on duty itself was not enough to search the entire city.
The scale of the subsequent riots was huge, and the company's pursuit capabilities would be constrained by insufficient intelligence and their own agendas.
Intelligence agents soon got the news that Arasaka was suspected of being behind the scenes, which would further weaken the desire to pursue and enter a stage of strategic adjustment.
Now, all they can do is immediately assess the damage, implement contingency plans, and then discredit their opponents to try to get more from the political table.
Lear sat in the driver's seat tiredly, holding on to the steering wheel, but felt infinitely sad in his heart.
".Is that the last one?"
In the other car, Neville nodded: "Elton, like Cedric, is a legend in the tribe - of course, not as good as your Night City standards."
Obviously, Neville was talking about the Lille trio.
But what he didn't know was that the standards of Night City Legends were not like this, and the trio was an anomaly.
Most people will die in what happened tonight, and the difficulty of surviving and dying together are not at the same level.
At this time, the other two legends are already fast asleep - they still need further treatment, but Lille has already prepared emergency treatment, so just go to sleep.
As for himself, the effects of the lizard potion were fading, and the over-speed regeneration had used up all the energy drawn from the nutrient solution.
The long-term impact on him remains to be studied, but currently it seems that there are no other side effects except that the system constantly pops up boxes to eliminate some violent symptoms.
Lille returned:
"The core of becoming a legend is not about making waves, but whether you live for yourself. When your life comes to an end, whether you can tell yourself with a clear conscience that this is your own choice.
He is already part of the legend, tell us his story. "
“His story takes place during the War of Unification, when Junko troops were rolling through the Free State and a small troop of Junko scouts arrived on his farm.
In order to prevent the war from burning down the farm, he gathered nearby farmers and killed the scouts--
But obviously, this won't stop the war from burning out. I don't know what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't tell the whole story.
In the end, Junke rolled over the farmland, nationalized his assets, and listed him as a wanted criminal. "
It's an old-fashioned wandering story, but this Elton is obviously a little too grumpy and doesn't think about whether killing the Scout will achieve his goal.
Or maybe it was the farmland that he could never return to that made him lose his mind.
Maybe he knew the outcome before he took action, and he just wanted revenge, just like today.
After Neville finished speaking, he felt a little more relaxed and continued:
"If he hears you say that, his beard will probably go up to the sky."
Lear smiled: "I mean it—what would happen if he heard this?"
"I took out a large box of beer from my trunk, and then told the people who were booing on the side that anyone who disagreed should stand up——
‘I guarantee I’ll drink you till you vomit! ’--Haha, you should really see him drunk! Like a seal that can't find its way north! "
After laughing, Neville looked at the endless bad land and suddenly felt that things were not that bad.
He suddenly began to understand the somewhat relieved expressions on the faces of elders such as Cedric, Hector and Elton when they bid farewell to their old friends.
If you don't die like this, but stay in a tent and never see the sun until you die, that would be too depressing.
"44, all dead, but worthy of death."
The old man ends and a new legend rises - and now they are definitely legends, at the cost of 44 lives.
"Hector said that you will be in charge of the clan from now on - what are you going to do?"
All 44 good players died suddenly. Red Ocher's combat effectiveness is now greatly reduced, and it can even be said that he has no combat effectiveness.
Except for the elderly, children, and some women who have no fighting ability, the number of young men left in the tribe is quite small and they don't have much experience.
"Continue to do what we are doing, smuggling or something like that, but maybe no one will be willing to give us jobs like this."
Neville smiled bitterly.
After a heroic night, the reality is still cruel.
The Red Ocher tribe was not originally known for its fighting. With so many good warriors dead, who would be willing to give them jobs?
Lear had been waiting for this.
"You don't have to worry about it now. The most powerful brothers in Night City are here now. Are you still worried about finding a job?"
No work to do?
Along the way, his phone was about to explode.
If a eldest brother with such a high status cannot find a job, then neither can anyone else.
The car was finally almost reaching its destination, and all the way from Lille, I saw red ocher converted RVs and tents.
"That's true." Neville smiled, stretched out from the driver's seat window, and shouted to the tribesmen, "Come and watch a few people around to see if there are any company dogs or police chasing after you! "
This voice woke up V and Jack who were standing next to them--
I have to say that Hector still has some discernment in selecting people.
"So now we're taking shelter in the Badlands."
"That's it."
Lear nodded, and then continued: "Let's take good care of our bodies first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
V rushed backwards, looking up to the sky and howling:
"Ah - why do we need to hide from the limelight now? I'm going to the next life! Think of the eyes those people will use to look at us! That's awesome!"
Lear glanced at V: "A child is like this. Rogge also avoided the limelight in the bad land after blowing up the Wasteland Tower. Anyone with brains knows how to avoid the limelight."
"Really?" V was a little confused.
"Really-Jack, I already reported to Mrs. Wells and Misty when I came here."
Jack scratched his head: "That's what I was about to ask."
V bounced up with a snap, and then shrank his stomach with a ferocious expression - the movement was too violent, internal injuries.
"Ouch. Damn, it's really serious this time. How much can we get?"
Lear smiled coquettishly: "If I say I don't have a point, will you be angry?"
Jack and V looked at each other and shrugged at the same time.
Lille mentioned this at the beginning of this time - the goal of this operation was not for money.
As for the core goal: whether Lille can regain health, in their opinion, this question is not even necessary to ask--
What kind of sick man can swoop down on a manticore and dismantle its engine?
But now Lear seems to have completely returned to human form.
Jack asked curiously: "What happened yesterday? You looked like a lizard? That was really fierce!"
V moved his butt directly to the side of Lear and looked at Lear's tail--
Eh? Where's the tail?
He looked at V and patted him with his hand.
Lille looked helpless: "Don't look, it was a state of emergency yesterday, thanks to the biotechnology equipment."
"So you're okay now?" V pinched Lear's arm again, "That's not right, it's the same thickness?"
".Any experiment requires time to study and compile the results."
V nodded regretfully: "Okay, but looking at you, you really don't look that sick anymore.
So I have no money this time - I really don't know when I can buy a sports car. "
"Speaking of this - actually we didn't get nothing. Do you still remember that I had people attack the Impala Motor Company?"
Leal smiled mysteriously.
boom--
There was a strong engine sound outside the camp, and it seemed that a car was approaching quickly--
No, if you listen carefully, there's more than one car.
[Communication request: Old Captain]
Old Captain: Dad, the car is here. Come out and see the baby!
