Chapter 50 Santo Domingo
"Lil, I got the lizard, but I don't quite understand why you are interested in it.
Do you want to copy lizard DNA into your cells? That might work, but it still wouldn't solve the problem of DNA's mysterious disintegration. "
Lao Wei expressed doubts on the phone.
Most of Connors's crazy scientific ideas have been implemented in the world of 2077, so he immediately guessed what Leal was thinking.
However, the technology in the world of 2077 has experienced an era of disruption and is basically at a state of stagnation. Phenomenons such as telomeres and the natural disintegration of DNA have been studied, but cannot be controlled.
Perhaps the data from the early Internet era has given future generations a lot of inspiration, but future generations may not know where the answer came from.
"So I'll do my own research, and you can help me make a biological model of the lizard. I'll find it useful."
"Okay. But I have to spend money to buy equipment. How do I pay for it?"
Lille looked at his account balance: 40,344 euros.
Quite a bit, but certainly not a lot.
"Uh, Lao Wei, do you accept credit? I'm doing a big job right now."
"Since you are the only client who plans to replace me, just this once - if it doesn't work out, I will ask V for the money. Is she next to you?"
Lear took a peek at V who was driving: "She agreed. I've seen her account and there's still 400,000 left."
"Okay, I need some time. These are scientific research supplies and they are not cheap."
After hanging up the phone, Lille returned to the car. At this moment, the three of them were driving the dilapidated car brought from the border, the Galena Viper.
In order to hide it from others, the outer layer was repainted - it was said that it was painted, but in fact it was just two layers of paint poured on it, and the bullet holes were completely covered with cloth.
Not to mention that the car was quite durable. After such a battle, it only knocked off one side of the bumper.
But a piece of iron sheet flew out from the roof of the car.
No wonder this car is also known as the mobile tetanus trap.
"It's time for us to buy a new car." V complained while driving, "Speaking of which, a car is also one of my dreams, but with this little money, I can't afford a good one, and I don't want to buy a bad one."
The car drove over the elevated highway and happened to see an NCPD armored patrol car passing by on the route next door.
Emperor 720, a special contribution from the NCPD, is armored and integrates military technology and combat technology. The front bumper is as hard as the ram of an old ship.
"How about the car?" Leal asked.
"That car is good." Jack excitedly leaned against the window and watched the armored beast drive away, "Except for cyberpsychosis, this car can solve all problems!
It's a pity that we can't buy it. You can try its low-end version, Emperor 620 Ragnar.
The body structure is also very stiff. The skin can basically be used as armor. The power of the car is sufficient. The suspension makes it feel like you are flying in the clouds even when running 60 miles on bad soil! "
V is a little bit pained: "I said, I want to dream of buying a car. This 'car' is for showing off. A good-looking sedan - of course, it is best if it is also bulletproof."
"The only one who can meet this requirement is Hera from the sky. Unfortunately, there are only second-hand ones on the market, and all new cars are special supplies for the NCPD."
V glanced at Jack in surprise: "I'll go and you immediately picked my dream car. Heroes see the same thing."
"Hey, I also like to look at cars, but I like motorcycles more, and now I want to get a new gun shell for my gun.
I have asked the gunsmith to customize it for me. The shiny golden shell, the handmade muzzle suppressor and the rifling are awesome. "
The weapon in Jack's hand is Nue, the gun of the tsunami defense system. If it were replaced with a gold shell
Lear probably knew what the thing that Jack was longing for looked like - this gun had a gold casing, and it was the "golden bitch" in the game.
After thinking for a while, Lear said: "When I get the shell, I will design a new bullet for you."
"If I go, you will still do this? Then I have to look forward to it and make money."
Jack scratched his head and didn't say why the gunsmith didn't give him the stuff because he didn't pay the balance.
"But you'd better get used to using shotguns and machine guns. We lack a fireman to provide cover, so it's a bit passive to all use pistols."
"It's easy to say, my brother is proficient in all kinds of martial arts."
The car crossed the bridge and came to Santo Domingo. This place is poorer and more desolate than the city. The few heavy industries in Night City are here, as well as a huge sewage treatment plant.
What's even more amazing is that if you go to the easternmost part of Santo Domingo, you can see a huge dam.
On the other side of the dam is a lake of garbage and sewage.
This is not a stable development area. On the contrary, factories have been built and collapsed again. Factories go bankrupt at any time, new factories are built, and unfinished buildings can be seen everywhere.
Arroyo is the largest industrial area in Santo Domingo and is also the headquarters of the Six Street Gang. There is even an old nuclear power plant there. I don’t know if it is still operating.
"Nuclear power plant" Lille looked thoughtfully at the smoky Arroyo Industrial Zone in the distance.
It is no exaggeration to say that given a little time, he can turn any nuclear power plant into a nuclear bomb - this is his specialty.
But this is only an extreme option in extreme situations.
It's impossible to blow up Night City again just for the Sixth Street Gang.
The industrial area is not their destination. The person they are looking for is in the easternmost part of Santo Domingo, adjacent to the Bad Land--
The Colorado farm is also the home that workers in Santo Domingo return to after finishing their work.
From here on, the NCPD will no longer be seen on the streets. The Sixth Street Gang has its own order here.
However, the strange thing is that it is now evening, the workers are changing shifts, but there are not many people on the street.
On the other hand, there were many people lying on the ground waiting to die, and people were walking in a hurry, as if their feet were getting burned every second they walked on the street.
The car slowed down, and Lille happened to see a hawker stall on the street surrounded by two newcomers from the Sixth Street Gang.
"Hey, old guy, I haven't paid enough for this month's protection fee. Why, you think the guns of the Sixth Street Gang are not strong enough, so you secretly set up a stall on your own?"
"But... there are fewer and fewer people recently, and the protection fee has also increased. Last month it was still 800 euros."
"You don't care whether it goes up or not! You know, we've changed people here! It's up to me to take care of you, so you have to pay more! Otherwise, how will the big brother above see me?!"
"But I really have no money. How can I pay protection fees if I don't go out to do business?"
"I don't care, you can't set up a stall without paying money, get out of here, or I'll kill you!"
The three people in the car also noticed this scene. In fact, everyone walking on the street noticed it.
But no one cares.
V said with great interest: “I heard before that the Sixth Street Gang decided to stand up to protect the community and seek justice because they couldn’t stand the inaction of the NCPD.
He also said that he wanted to restore the old U.S. Constitution.”
Jack also said: "Hey, I also heard that the workers here regard this place as their home and will never leave it for the rest of their lives."
Lear nodded: "In a sense, there is nothing wrong with rumors. Justice can be explained, and the old U.S. Constitution is like that.
As for home?”
This heavily polluted and desolate area of Santo Domingo has really been the workers' home for their entire lives.
Although it doesn't look very good and the services are cheap, there are bars, shops, parks and even schools.
Even though the more dazzling Night City is just across the river, they may never, cannot, and have no need to step out of here in their lifetime.
In other words, the Watson District with many high-rise buildings is the City of Night, and the desolate and chaotic Santo Domingo is also the City of Night.
“Rama Armory—it’s right there, how do we operate it?”
The car stopped on the side of the road, and V pointed to the dilapidated self-built housing area in the distance.
Lear returned: "This place is like the battlefield in Afghanistan. Jack and I will go in and communicate with Kaplan. You find a place to enter and access her private database, and I will invade."
We have to do it quietly, and we can't let the Sixth Street Gang find out, otherwise things will be in big trouble, and if we don't talk about it, we may not be able to find the information we need.
But, you still have to scare Roxanne—in short, you need to find a place to sneak in first. "
V got out of the car and loaded the gun: "Okay Jack, you follow him, you have to do the scary job."
"No problem but what is the Afghan battlefield?"
"Who knows." V shrugged, "This guy is like this, he likes to talk about things that he doesn't understand."
