Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Chapter 6 Local “Gang” (signed, available for investment)
[At 7 a.m., your mother dropped a note and breakfast beside your bed]

[The content on the note is: Lille, I'm sorry, I have to go to work. Breakfast is here, and there are ready-made lunches in the kitchen.

If a person has difficulty using a wheelchair, you can call and mom will be back soon.

Never force yourself.

Love you, Mom. 】

[You plan to get up and look at your phone to find some Internet technology and biotechnology knowledge to learn. 】

After deploying to another world, Leal sighed.

The apology in his mother's note gave him mixed feelings.

V glanced at him and said, "Are you from Night City? I've never seen you before."

In the van, the two of them stared closely at the gate of the Veterans Association. There were two guards at the gate, but they seemed very relaxed, unlike standing guard in Night City.

"Absolutely. As for never seeing me. Would you pay attention to a bald ass like me?"

"To be honest, you look like an insidious middleman now." V looked at Lille who was wearing new clothes. "So, you came to Atlanta to find a way to save your life?"

"Otherwise, come here to look for a better life like you?" Lille replied while staring at the door. "Someone is coming. We are here to discuss business this time. If I don't give you a signal, just pretend to be a fool."

"It's up to you - for the sake of money."

Two tall men in camouflage uniforms came over and knocked on the car door: "Let's go, the boss said we can talk."

Under their leadership, V and Lille walked into the building - it looked like a barracks, with no extra decorations. Occasionally, you could see members coming out after shooting.

However, the garden left in the center of the building is full of life and looks like a sanatorium.

Various war photos are hung on both sides of the corridor, and veterans with two or three rows of medals can be found casually on the walls. They seem to have made outstanding achievements.

V was secretly shocked when he saw it - so to speak, if these veterans were given enough weapons and reasons, they seemed to be able to fight a real battle.

These are elite soldiers, completely different from those ruffians from the Sixth Street Gang in Night City.

Lear thought for a moment and said, "I can see that your association has made outstanding contributions. It seems that New America is proud of you."

"Of course, if it weren't for us, where would there be a new America?" The big man who took the lead was quite proud.

At this time, a chat box appeared in front of Lille:

V: This stupid guy is still smug about being tricked into going to war.

Lear: Look at this place, I think you are a little bit sour.

V: Fuck you
Lear: Don't interrupt my work!
Lear said with some confusion: "Why don't you see Mr. Nott's photo?"

"The boss doesn't like publicity - besides, if you think about it with your head, you will know that it is impossible for outsiders to know all the battles the boss participated in and the medals he received, so it would be better not to post the photos."

After walking through the corridor and taking the elevator, the big man led the two of them to a door.

His eyes glowed blue, as if communicating.

"Okay, go in, the boss is inside." After saying that, he flashed his hands in a warning manner. The exposed carbon fiber structure was very intimidating.

"But don't forget, this is our territory, be respectful, otherwise all the soldiers in the building will go back to their old ways."

Lear bowed slightly: "Don't worry, we understand the rules - I have always respected the new United States and its brave and capable soldiers."

"You stay here while he goes in."

The big man stopped V, and Leal nodded and asked V to stay outside, while giving a text warning to calm her down.

despair.

When you step onto the floor of this office, you can immediately feel the difference - the entire floor is made of solid wood, and it is also a rare species of wood.

You know, the ecology of the world of Cyberpunk 2077 has extremely deteriorated. Many people have never even seen real animals. The same is true for various trees. Most people have only seen quick-growing trees from biotechnology companies.

The room is large and empty. As soon as you walk in, you can see the huge glass wall. Through the glass wall, you can see the Atlanta Administrative Center, next to the Military Technology Building and the European Market Alliance Office.

On the other side of the huge desk, a black man with a bald head was sitting there, leaving only his back to Lille.

But just this back view can bring a great sense of oppression to Lille——
This person's data is available - he is a soldier decorated by the new President of the United States, has the rank of captain, has many necessary combat prosthetics, and his combat ability is beyond doubt.

The explosion of V's combat power is also a late-stage story in the game. Lille has no doubt that this guy can easily kill himself and V. "Mr. Nott, nice to meet you."

"No need to be polite. Let's talk about the details - what do you want from us?"

"My client wants revenge and can't delay his work. Moreover, he wants to solve the problem in his own way without inconvenience to APD."

The strong man's voice was very deep. After listening, he fell silent for a while, but still did not turn around.

"Well, you know what, this sounds to me like - you're going to get around the new American laws, you're going to break the law and commit crimes."

Leal immediately said: "Of course not - in fact, private property is clearly protected in the new U.S. Constitution. I may not be the target of legal protection, but my client is, and I can guarantee that the target of this conflict is based on property protection."

Lear did not talk about the company's immunity from the laws of various countries, but just followed what the other party said.

"Interesting. Who is your client?"

Leal hesitated for a moment and said: "Contaoc's supply chain specialist in Atlanta."

Nott turned around slowly: "Kangtao? It's interesting - you are not from Kangtao, but you help Kangtao do things, and you are an Oriental.

Are you from an island? "

"No, I'm from Night City."

"A foreigner came from that garbage dump to help Kang Tao. To be honest, I quite sympathize with you. You will always have to do this kind of dirty work."

Nott turned around, and Leal could finally see the appearance of this big guy.

Under the camouflage coat, he has a fully modified body. The nanofiber muscles and epidermal armor are unabashedly displayed in front of outsiders. The entire neck is made of a customized prosthesis made of high-grade materials, which extends to the short-sleeved undershirt. .

The war left a permanent mark on his body, and he apparently embraced it.

[Warning: Under scanning. 】

【schedule:】

"Interesting, you only have prosthetic eyes and a brain-computer interface installed on your body. The prosthetic eyes are still cheap, and you only have one installed - well, your physical condition is very bad. Did you just have a checkup recently?"

Lear looked very dissatisfied, but his tone was very submissive: "Mr. Nott is really powerful."

But this is what I was thinking: Silly big-headed soldier, if you have some connections, you have to show them off, right?You can show off to death. V is right. He is just a fool who was tricked into dying.
"I can help you fuck Kangtao, but why?"

"50 euros, and you don't need to do it yourself, you just need to provide some network support."

Hearing this condition, Nott suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - look around you, kid, do I have to go against Kang Tao for 50 euros?

Although it is a damn Eastern company, why should I do this for 50 euros? "

Nott must have a strong synthetic lung - Leal thought, this terrifying sound pressure echoed around like ocean waves.

Lille's face was not very good: "60 euros"

"I said, this is not about money."

"70. No! 100 million, this is my limit. Mr. Nott, you don't need to have a direct conflict with Kang Tao. We will do the dirtiest work. I just need some support!"

Nott was still unmoved and shook his head slightly: "It's a good price, but you still haven't come up with something that attracts me."

Lille gritted his teeth: "That batch of goods is a prototype weapon that Kangtao has adjusted and hopes to use to expand the American market. I guess it is normal for some information to be leaked during transportation."

Nott raised his brows and finally showed an interested smile: "That's right, and I think you are not a fool. I guess you have already thought about posing with Kang Tao, right? Playing with me is better than helping Kang. Tao is doing things much better.

This is Atlanta.

Okay, I hate beating around the bush, I can help you. In addition to the design drawings of the prototype weapon, you also have to help me get back a prototype.

Although I hate Kangtao, Kangtao's prototype weapons still have some collectible value.

No matter what, I have to kill the person in charge. You can say that he was corrupted. This is my final condition. "

Lille was very hesitant and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! Deal! But I also need an available physical channel."

Nott laughed: "Of course, I'm starting to look forward to our cooperation now. Maybe this will be a long-term cooperation."

　The contract has been signed. Those who want to invest can invest.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)