Chapter 2 You are the famous Johnny Silverhand, right?

[System tasks have been started, complete the tasks to get corresponding rewards]

As a prompt sounded, tens of thousands of tasks appeared on the translucent screen in front of Li Ang.

This does not look like he is doing an urgent task, but rather like he is doing a game achievement. He is completely able to complete the system tasks casually.

[Novice Task: Choose a Giant Enterprise Template]

[Status: Completed]

[Task reward: 500,000 euros, 50 enterprise coins]

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[Level 1 Task: Complete the first corporate transaction]

[Status: Unfinished]

[Task reward: 1 million euros, 100 enterprise coins, 1 roulette lottery opportunity]

[Note: Prize pool items come from all over the world, including but not limited to technology, abilities, characters, and extraordinary items! The higher the task level, the higher the probability of withdrawing money from the prize pool! 】

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"This style of painting is full of dog card déjà vu!"

Li Ang couldn't help but complain.

But having said that, the 500,000 euros as a mission reward really helped him a lot.

It’s really hard to move without money, especially in the chaotic cyberpunk world at the bottom, where you are worse than a stray dog!

With this start-up capital of 500,000 euros, Li Ang can at least buy a shop in Night City and use it as his own weapons store.

Although he can also go to the underground black market to squeeze in with the gangsters who operate without a license and sell some completely unfamiliar cyber firearms.

But Li Ang couldn't guarantee that he would be hacked. It would be very frustrating if someone suddenly shot his head off with a backhand as soon as the gun was released.

If you go to a more prosperous commercial street to do business, at least you don't have to worry about someone putting a gun to your head, eating and wiping your food, and then throwing it into the sewer.

Ordinary people with no background or connections who want to do business in the black market are simply fat sheep delivered to their doorsteps, with the words "at will be slaughtered" written on their faces.

After much thought, Li Ang decided to try his luck in the Little Chinatown in Watson District. It was surrounded by Chinese gangs and was a good place for Asian businessmen.

In fact, most Chinese people also gather in Little Chinatown. There are Chinese triad forces here, and homeless people and corporate dogs don't dare to cause trouble.

After Li Ang finalized his plan, he crushed the unfinished soda can with his foot. Li Ang's determined back was reflected in the blisters on the water.

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Three days later.

Little Chinatown, Afterlife Bar.

Today was still a bad day for Johnny Silverhand. He picked up the expensive classic tequila on the bar and drank it hard before raising his legs and walking out.

Just a few days ago, Johnny Silverhand got a lucrative job from a middleman and worked as a thug for a Triad gang for a day. The reward he received afterwards was enough to replace him with a brand new prosthetic leg.

For Johnny Silverhand, who was in dire straits and in urgent need of money, this was a rare part-time job. A stupid soldier like him was not suitable for this job.

Johnny Silverhand thought about it. After finishing this job, he would form a rock band called "Warriors" to criticize dirty America from beginning to end.

But before doing this, Johnny decided to change a gun for himself. After all, he was a life-saving food guy. If he was a little worse, his life would be closer to the Lord of Hell.

Arriving at the most prosperous Mulan Commercial Street in Little Chinatown, Johnny suddenly discovered that there was a newly opened gun store. A gun store that could be opened in a prime location in Little Chinatown must not be too bad.

"LA International Arms Company...the name sounds loud, but I don't have the slightest impression of it." Johnny Silverhand thought thoughtfully, then opened the door and walked in.

jingle!

When the door was pushed open, the welcome bell rang. Li Ang, who was cleaning his gun, looked up and his eyes suddenly froze, holy shit! Isn’t this Keanu Reeves?

No, to be precise, his name was Robert Johnny Lind. He only called himself Johnny Silverhand because his missing left arm was transplanted with a prosthetic limb.

Li Ang was very surprised. He had just purchased this store to open, and he named the company LA International Arms with the first two letters of his name "Li-Ang".

Unexpectedly, the first customer to come to the door would be the founder of Wu Shi Band.

Before Johnny could ask, Li Ang took the initiative and said in a dignified manner: "Hello, my name is Li Ang, and I am the owner of this gun shop."

"You are the famous Johnny Silverhand, right?"

Johnny, who was wearing black sunglasses, was startled. He took off his sunglasses in surprise and asked, "Have you heard my story?"

Since Johnny Silverhand left the battlefield and defected to Night City, he has basically relied on middlemen to introduce some business, and he is somewhat famous among the lower class people.

But what he didn't expect was that someone actually knew him in the Chinese circle. It seemed like he should really start a rock band and become famous in the Night City.

Li Ang smiled mysteriously. He did not answer Johnny, but asked what kind of firearms the other party needed.

"What kind of pistols do you have here? Give me the best ones. I don't want the rags I got from the army."

Johnny Silver stood with one arm in front of the cashier, looking at Li Ang with both expectation and provocation.

Li Ang smiled.

The firearms of the American army in the Central American War were indeed so poor that they didn't even need dogs, so only homeless people on the outskirts of the city could use them.

If it were Johnny Silverhand, a rock singer with an unrestrained and flamboyant personality, he would only choose a gun with a gorgeous appearance and good power.

Immediately, Leon took out an ordinary technical pistol [M-76E Omaha] from the cupboard and showed it to Johnny: "How about this gun?"

Johnny reached out and found that it was a pistol made of alloy, which looked like SIG Sauer P320, with a layer of gray-green camouflage on the surface.

The texture felt very good, but the size was not very domineering.

He preferred a large revolver like a cowboy, preferably one that was powerful enough to kill a cow with one bullet.

After learning about the performance, range, and power of this gun, Johnny Silverhand's expression changed from initial suspicion to pleasure.

"Sure, my friend, except for the group of fearful officers in the army who were equipped with this kind of gun, I have never seen such a thing anywhere else."

"Where did it come from?"

Johnny looked up at Leon and asked curiously.

"That depends on what you want to hear. It was stolen from the underground black market, picked up from a homeless camp, or a new product obtained through cooperation with a large military factory. You can choose whichever you like."

"Which one is true?" Johnny Silverhand asked relentlessly.

"Of course, the one that can make the deal! Haha, by the way, how many of these guns do you want?"

Leon was too lazy to chat with Johnny Silverhand here, because he would definitely not tell the truth.

"One is enough, but..."

"You have to tell me the truth, otherwise I dare not take this gun away easily." Johnny, who has been in Night City for several years, has long developed a good habit of not getting into trouble.

It's not that he is timid, but there is no need to touch many things. If you lose your life without knowing it, it will be the same as the group of idiots on the battlefield in Central America.

"Hey, businessmen have to be tight-lipped. No matter where the items are bought from, I will sell all the weapons that are not available on the market and have not yet been developed."

Leon confidently promised Johnny Silverhand: "As long as you buy a gun from me, I guarantee that you will kill happily and enjoy it!"