Chapter 62 V
"Lucy, how do you plan your vacation? Are you going to go to the tattoo shop with Rebecca, or to the nail shop?" Leon looked at Lucy and asked.
Lucy shook her head. She was not like Rebecca, who would always put some fancy and beautiful patterns on her prosthetic limbs and weapons. Each mark on her body had its own unique meaning.
Some were to commemorate her new life, and some were to commemorate her dead family and friends.
In Lucy's view, tattoos were just to let herself remember some unforgettable things from the body to the depths of the soul.
"I heard that there is a new Super Dream Club in Heywood District. There are several new Moon Super Dream videotapes. Do you want to go with me?"
Lucy gave Leon a charming smile. Watching the Moon videotapes with Leon in her spare time has become part of her vacation plan.
"I will."
Leon smiled, but his nerves did not completely relax. Looking at the towering tower outside the French window, Leon knew that the new struggle had just begun!
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Three months later.
Watson District, Little Chinatown, skyscrapers.
# Stanley broadcasts: Good morning, Night City!
Yesterday's lottery ended with a total of thirty deaths! Thanks to the endless gang fights, Haywood alone lost ten.
But one police officer is also dead. I think you all have to pay, because the NCPD will definitely not swallow this breath.
There was another power outage in Santo Domingo. The power grid was damaged, and it was done by cyber hackers again. #
# … #
Stanley's emotional and noisy voice came from the radio, which made V, who already had a headache and was feeling unwell, feel very irritated.
He got up with a grumpiness, walked over depressedly to turn off the radio, and then went to the mirror to look at his face.
As handsome as ever, V was still the wandering boy with dreams and the hope of making a name for himself.
V's real name is Vincent. He is a wanderer from the Buckle family. V, who left the protection of his family, decided to come to Night City to make a big splash!
During this time, he met some close friends, such as Jack Wells, Misty, Mrs. Wells, and Victor, the prosthetic doctor.
V, who made a lot of money by selling a rare iguana from the Antilles, had a pretty good life.
Until yesterday, he and his good brother Jack Wells took a job and saved a female company dog, who was accidentally infected with an unknown virus.
"This is really fucking, am I infected with an unknown virus?" V covered his head, which was less painful, and called Jack on a holographic phone.
[Hello! My dear Bro, how was it, did you sleep well last night? ] Jack Wells, speaking with a strong Spanish accent, was dancing on the dance floor and talking.
"Jack, I seem to be sick."
When V and Jack Wells explained the situation clearly, Jack immediately said that he would accompany him to Lao Wei's clinic to take a closer look at his physical condition.
[I'll wait for you downstairs and give you a big surprise by the way, hehe! Come quickly. ] Jack's voice could not hide his excitement.
"Okay, I'll come right away."
After hanging up the phone, V recalled the details of saving Sandra Dorsett from the scavenger last night. He remembered that he connected to the other party's biological signal, and then he felt that something was wrong with him.
"That woman is obviously not bad looking and has a good figure, how can there be a neural virus in her brain?" V was in a very bad mood.
He didn't have the medical insurance of the trauma team. The mercenaries of the LA company could go to the hospital for treatment when they were injured while working, but V could only go to Lao Wei for treatment.
Although Lao Wei was kind and generous, V knew that he couldn't always bother others like this.
After a simple wash, V put on a brown work jacket and walked down. This is a skyscraper in Little Chinatown, with hundreds of rental houses.
"Hey! V, I'm here!"
Jack Wells was sitting at a snack stand, eating wheat noodles with relish.
As the son of Heywood, Jack Wells looks like a Japanese samurai on the street, with a silly bun tied behind his head, which is very personal.
"I say, Jack, why do you always come here to eat? Is this mixture of industrial waste really so delicious?" V said bluntly in front of the stall owner.
Fortunately, the boss was too lazy to argue with V, just with an expression of eating if you like, and getting out if you don't want to eat, and glanced at V fiercely.
"What? That's all you've ever eaten?"
Jack smacked his lips while slurping the wheat noodles that could be used to make ethanol-2 fuel.
"You said you were a wanderer outside the city. What good things can a group of people who pick up food from garbage dumps eat?"
"Fuck you. If we wanderers are lucky, we can occasionally eat some good game, such as wild deer meat, or drink some fish soup."
At this point, V's mind flashed a bowl of noodles he had eaten many years ago.
The thick yellow pasta was soaked in rich beef brisket sauce and fried sauce, sprinkled with tender tenderloin, and shiny pork belly, and next to it was a bowl of milky yellow soup made from bighead carp!
This is what we call a delicacy.
"Tsk."
Jack Wells tutted his lips, thinking that V was just bragging. After finishing his noodles, he pointed to the medical center behind him.
That was the first medical center in Night City, which was rebuilt by LA Company at a cost of 10 billion euros. It was also the base camp of the trauma team in Night City.
Once the dignitaries in the city were injured, they would basically be sent here. Therefore, Watson District gradually began to prosper, and countless dignitaries came and went every day.
"See, V, Watson is becoming the private property of LA Company. If you want to take jobs and do business here, you can either join LA Company as a mercenary or become a legend and let those middlemen contact you!"
As the son of Heywood, Jack's ambition is to become a famous legend in Night City, preferably one whose name can even be included in the bar menu.
"Now if you want to take ordinary jobs in Watson, you can't make much money. You have to do a real big job and make our reputations known!"
V nodded. This was the truth.
Under the security of LA Company and NCPD, Watson District has no valuable jobs, which can be done by individual mercenaries.
Most of the ordinary people in Watson District went to LA Company's factory to screw screws, working eight hours a day, and then going home to rest after get off work, with weekends off, and easy and free work.
If V hadn't vowed to make a name for himself in Night City, he would have wanted to lie down in LA Company's factory, after all, any employee of LA Company has medical insurance for the trauma team.
This treatment is much better than most elite mercenaries in Night City, even V is jealous!
