Chapter 84 Afterlife Nightclub (Third update)
Afterlife Nightclub, where the legends of Night City gather.
What is a legend?
Most people think of legends as guys who got into big trouble for the company and ended up in the graveyard.
Take Johnny Silverhand, the notorious terrorist who attacked Arasaka Tower in 2023 and detonated a nuclear bomb on top.
The nuclear bombs dyed the entire sky red, and the radiation clouds lasted for decades, and the red color lasted for decades.
This period of time is also called the "Red Age".
Another example is Morgan Blackhand, a guy who didn't have many prosthetic transformations. He led a group of military soldiers into Arasaka Tower and broke through the heavy defenses of Arasaka Company in a few minutes, even the super killer Adam Hammer. defense.
Adam's Hammer is actually a legend, and it still maintains the record of prosthetic transformation to this day.
He probably couldn't even get two kilograms of meat out of his whole body.
"If you want to be a big brother, you have to go to that kind of place. I'm starting to get excited."
In the car, Jack began to tell Lille and V science about those legendary deeds.
But you only need to hear this thing once or twice. Jack keeps mentioning this, which makes people feel a little bit pained.
Lear said helplessly: "Jack, can you calm down?"
V, who was driving, also had a look of disgust on his face: "Jack, I know that's a place for big shots, but you always say that, and it makes me think that place is cheap."
Jack shook his head to himself: "You have too many problems, too many problems."
V said as he drove the car: "There is indeed one problem - should we drive this Mackinaw? Wouldn't it seem a bit cheap - why don't you use your omnipotent car summoning technique to give us a black car? Here comes the sports car.
Speaking of which, why do you always stare at these junk cars? G240, Columbus V340, Viper.”
"The car also has individual ICE protection. When you are scrambling for time, of course it will be faster to find cars that have been driven illegally.
To be honest, I think I can hack a Beamon armored vehicle for you now. Do you want to drive it? "
"No, thank you. Does that mean you can really hack a sports car if I give you time?"
"Okay - as long as you don't mind the NCPD police cars always following you."
"Forget it then." V sighed, "If I had known I wouldn't drink every day, I should have bought a car first. Now, Burger King's Idiot Trading Big Shot Team drove a big black pickup truck to the Afterlife Nightclub. .
Not only is the name stupid, but the car he drives is also stupid. "
Leal shrugged and made no comment.
After about half a minute, Jack said again: "Did you know that the Afterlife Nightclub used to be a morgue?"
Lear and V looked at each other helplessly--
Want to tell it all over again? !
From the outside, the Afterlife Nightclub doesn't look like a place where big business is done.
Dirty, uninhabited apartment buildings, dark and damp floors.
But the cars parked in the parking lot are indeed interesting - Alvaredo "The Mission", Thracian 388 Jefferson.
They are all very business and safe extended vehicles.
There is even an Herrera Gangster next to it - there are probably less than 1,000 of them in the world and no more than 10 in Night City. It is a treasure that is completely hand-made by the designer.
Seeing this made V feel envious - as street kids, supercars like the Gangster GTS were what they grew up dreaming about.
After all, what they can feel most after growing up eating hundreds of thousands of meals is people's strong desires - after sex and drugs, the most important thing people value is money.
But just liking money seems too vulgar, but cars are different.
It symbolizes all the hard work of craftsmen and the combination of peak industrial technology to create such a luxury car.
This is worthy of pursuit.
Now she also began to like this place in the next life - maybe one day, they can also drive a car like this.
Jack's arm poked V: "How about it, chica, now you know how awesome the next life is, right?"
"Whether you're good or not depends on what kind of work you can do - go in and sit down."
Lille suddenly discovered the unnoticed car in the corner of the parking lot - it was their "old acquaintance"!
Columbus Cargo V340!
"Look! V, I told you that even a big shot can drive this car!"
"You idiot, then you can drive Columbus Cargo from now on!"
Lear shook his head secretly: The brainwashing of consumerism is so terrible.
Just drive it - I only have tens of thousands of dollars, so what else would I drive if I didn't drive this car?
The car parked and the three of them walked towards the unremarkable-looking apartment building.
The outside of the nightclub is decorated with cheap neon strips and the walls are covered with various styles of graffiti.
There were several customers standing outside with exaggerated hairstyles and clothing. Not only were they exaggerated, they also looked expensive.
Lille could even see someone wearing a pure leather coat - the original kind.
You must know that most of the creatures in this world have long been extinct. This kind of original leather coat is not cheap.
If you open the scanner at this moment to scan these people and apply to access the NCPD criminal record database, the scan results will be:
"Does not exist, or you do not have relevant permissions."
Outside the stairs leading to the basement sat several men wearing cheap woven clothes. The implants on their bodies were simple and uncomplicated. It was obvious at a glance that they were modified for shooting. They were simple, straightforward and professional.
They looked relaxed and seemed to be waiting for the live mercenaries.
Entering the underground, there is another passage before officially entering the next life. This place is filled with mercenaries in small teams, all equipped with a large number of combat prosthetics.
For such experts, the industry has a more vivid name for them.
Edgewalker.
When working, he is walking on the edge of the law, and his will is on the edge of collapse. Every time he takes action, he feels like he is running on the edge of life and death.
Just as the three of them stepped into the passage leading to the nightclub, Lille's phone rang. The contact person was Roger.
The queen of the afterlife and the most powerful middleman in Night City.
Rogge: "I've heard your name from the priest a long time ago. I didn't expect you to come here after so long. I'm so calm."
Lear: "You can't do a big job if you can't keep calm. Do you think I've attracted the attention of the queen of the next life?"
Roger: "It's interesting, little guy, let's go in."
Finally, after passing through the corridor and passing by these edge walkers, the three of them arrived in front of the Afterlife Nightclub--
Standing here was a big man about the same size as Jack, with his hands clasped in front of his belly, standing there like a mountain.
Seeing the three people from Lille walking straight towards him, he raised his right hand, briefly confirmed the identities of the three people, and then moved out of the way.
But the expressions he looked at the three of them were a little strange.
Needless to say, it's all that damn name.
"This is it." Jack looked at the ordinary double doors and saw the flashing lights inside through the glass——
Cross the gate.
The manic rock music that hits your face goes straight into your brain, and the pungent smell of smoke makes you wake up instantly.
Dazzling light pollution can be seen everywhere, and there are highly prosthetic mercenaries everywhere, low-key hackers wearing black leather jackets, and customers with valuable clothing.
Everywhere, in every room, in every corner, there could be a big deal going on that will make headlines.
Everyone here may become the next legend and die on Arasaka Tower, or other good places suitable for becoming a legend.
Or maybe it will be found in the garbage mountain tomorrow, curled up in a box like a bunch of unwanted toys.
But no matter what, they all went to the real afterlife.
Jack was walking on clouds, surveying everything around him--
"The heart of Night City! It's right here, beating all the time. Do you hear it?
Can you imagine that Susan Forrest, Old Snake, and even Morgan Blackhand have all sat on these stools and slept on this bar?"
Jack murmured as if in a dream and found a seat at the bar and sat down. The dazzling lights in the bar danced in his eyes.
V smiled and said, "It's our turn now."
Lille also sat next to them, and happened to pass by an old lady wearing a yellow gown and black leather pants at this time.
The two looked at each other and nodded, as a greeting.
Jack whispered: "I'll go, that's Rogge! The most powerful middleman in Night City! The queen of the next life! She looks at us!"
Lear waved his hand: "Okay Jack, you look like a mentally retarded rookie."
The bartender came forward at this time, with a smile on his lips:
"What do you want to drink?"
