Chapter 36 Good morning, hello mom, Night City! (Posted in the early morning today)
"Good morning, Night City!"
"Yesterday's Dead Man Lotto, the final result was a perfect 30!"
"Thanks to the endless gang wars."
Snapped.
Jack turned off the radio:
"Okay, hello, that's bullshit. There were more than 30 people who were chasing us yesterday. I don't know if 3 of them survived in the end."
"The lottery is a scam, so what's the point of the Dead Lotto? The winners are all high-ranking NCPD agents, all with connections.
You know, others say they control the numbers in lottery draws.”
V also responded from the side, but his condition was a bit bad, his whole body was stained, and the palm holding the gun was blown to pieces.
Now she looked like a wanderer, her clothes all in tatters.
The three of them finally found a long-abandoned house in the Bad Land to rest for the night. This place was good because it had a sofa and a bed.
The bad thing is that there is nothing but garbage, which makes people feel like they are garbage too.
"You still have the nerve to say that?" Jack wanted to say this angrily, but he really didn't have the energy.
"Why am I so shameless? Don't you think this feels good?"
Jack folded his arms in front of his chest and said angrily: "This is a smuggling job! We should have come through safely! But Junke and Arasaka came, and there was a Demon Lizard!
Damn it, you don’t even need that thing to deal with cyberpsychosis! "
"Then you have to pay more - who keeps us all alive?"
V stood up from the sofa with some force, in a good mood, and patted Jack on the shoulder: "Okay, brother, to be honest, we did use your customs declaration, but look now?
We succeeded! Don't give me any money either. Considering how honest you are, I can't let you run away in vain. "
After saying that, the prosthetic eye flashed blue, and Jack immediately received the news.
[Transfer: +5000 euros]
Jack was stunned for a moment: "I'll go. So much money?"
The transfer put Jack in a trance - how could he remember that he was the client.
Jack quickly reacted: "That's not right, so you guys..."
[Transfer: +5000 euros]
V stood on tiptoe and hugged Jack: "Okay, brother, you have done a big job, but you haven't come back to your senses yet. We can still make a fortune after we process this batch of goods, so what else is there to be dissatisfied about?" of?
Stimulate life and stimulate income. "
Jack was speechless. The gas-reducing medicine called "Ojin" was so useful.
And he didn’t even have that much money for this commission.
Jack sighed, "You know, V, you're actually not that much of a jerk."
"Look what you said - we'll leave when Leer wakes up."
"This friend looks sick." Jack said bluntly, "Last night, you and he were both in bad condition, so we didn't see the car crashing into it. If I hadn't been awake, the car would have been It's going to be scrapped."
"Well, let him speak for himself - but don't look at him like this. It's really impossible without him."
Lear was actually awake, but couldn't move or even open his eyes.
In fact, from the moment he put on this strange Sean Westan in Atlanta, his whole body ached.
And once he uses this thing, his body will enter a state of severe pain and become stiff like a corpse.
Fortunately, he got over it. This kind of pain that was supposed to make people mad could not have much of a mental impact on him - it was a wonderful feeling.
Feeling the stiffness dissipate, Lear felt his whole body numb to the extreme.
Listening to the conversation between V and Jack, he felt a little strange - there had been a slight change in the lines of the two buddies.
If my roles were reversed, I would let you know what it means to be rich.
"ha--"
His body returned to normal, and he took a long breath and let it out.
"Finally woke up - don't die before reaching Night City." Although V said this, it was unpleasant, but it was obvious that she really cared about Lear.
"I can't die—but I'm going to die soon. Where is this?"
Jack said: "In an abandoned farm in the Badlands, V said he would wait until you wake up before making a decision."
Lear rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Have you opened the things and looked at them? I mean your things."
Both of them shook their heads, but after looking at each other, Jack made up his mind - just drive.
The cargo owner definitely doesn’t want his express delivery to be opened, but at this time, he still has to worry about the gross cargo owner.
This smuggling order was originally only 4,000 euros, and the bribe reimbursement was only 5,000. Is this a small amount of money that will cost you your life?
Jack is not stupid - he might as well find a middleman to sell it himself.
As for Lear, he just doubted whether the thing in the box was not an iguana due to the butterfly effect.
But what was in the box was indeed an iguana.
As Jack touched the cargo box switch, Arasaka's logo appeared on the cargo information strip.
"Here we go, an extinct iguana! It looks like it's from the Lesser Antilles! We're crazy now!"
"So." V had other questions, "Arasaka chased us for several miles for a broken lizard, and he didn't hesitate to get involved with Jun Ke?"
"This is not a broken lizard, this is an endangered animal." Halfway through his words, Jack felt something was wrong, "But it really isn't like this."
Leer was still rubbing his brows, sorting out his thoughts.
If this matter remains unclear, he is afraid that he will not be able to sleep.
“Based on the current information, I can only guess that Junke’s move to rob us attracted Arasaka’s attention.
Maybe Arasaka has been keeping an eye on the military science department these days, just to see which smugglers they will attack so that they can intercept them? "
Jack asked: "Why are you staring at military science?"
".I guess it may be something in Atlanta. Arasaka may think that what happened in Atlanta is serious. After all, the official news is that Kang Tao attacked Junke.
According to this line of speculation, they should be in great need of military science or other similar information.
But this still raises more questions - why do they need this information so much. "
Li Er pressed his eyebrows and suddenly thought of something——
In the upcoming year 2077, a scandal was revealed in Arasaka. They installed an electromagnetic ejection device on the moon--
But in this world, only ESA is the only organization allowed to set up and operate such a device.
Military Technology discovered this and reported it to the European Space Agency, prompting an intimidating review from Europe.
The time now is early 2076. Maybe Arasaka noticed something? Is that why they pay close attention to all military science news?
But the biggest scandal of Military Science and Technology is actually that they secretly created a black wall with NUSA. What does that have to do with themselves?
There are too many conspiracies and deceptions in this world. In it, the mysteries will not become less because Lear is a time traveler. On the contrary, the butterfly effect may set off a storm.
"On the surface, I think this statement is quite tenable. But, forget it, there is no point in guessing here.
Now, let's discuss what to do with the stolen goods here - first of all, the iguana, who are you going to sell it to? "
Jack shrugged: "The intermediary I can trust is the priest - oh, by the way, I guess you don't know."
"Who said that?" V suddenly said, "Jack, it's actually like this. I'm also from Heywood. I have a good relationship with the priest."
Jack was dumbfounded.
He pointed at V and then at Lear.
"So... you're not even wanderers, you're from Night City?"
Lille spread his hands: "That's it, okay, don't worry about this, then we will deliver the goods to the priest, but the smart weapons will have to be processed after a while.
Fortunately, with your help, I have something to ask him. "
So, from beginning to end, I was the only one who was kept in the dark?
Jack looked at the smirking V and the indifferent Lille——
He suddenly felt that when he was on the other side of the high wall, he had already returned to Night City.
They are all profiteers.
Alas, Night City, hello to you, mother.
