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Chapter 323: The Legend of Night City
Looking at the sudden burst of fire, Rogge cursed in dissatisfaction.

"Fake!"

While cursing, she took a half step back and raised her hand to block her forehead.

In today's world, as long as the brain is not damaged, the person can probably be saved as long as he is rescued in time.

So the only part she covered was her head.

but……

Right in front of her eyes, when the fire from the grenade exploded to a diameter of about half a meter.

Donton suddenly opened his hands.

Mental power is far stronger than any metal. In an instant, Donton used his mental power 360 degrees to block the fire, shock wave and fragments of the grenade explosion.

It was as if he was holding a huge balloon and squeezing it smaller little by little. He actually shrunk the flames of the explosion to the size of a golf ball!

Donton raised his right hand, and between his fingers was a golf ball-sized explosion.

Next, he showed the flame between his fingers to Roger, who was stunned in the distance.

"How's it going, Roger, does it look fun?
I heard that you have seen a lot of fancy things, but have you seen this?"

As he spoke, Donton opened his mouth, stuffed the explosion directly into his mouth, and then made a swallowing gesture.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the bar receptionist moved. The strong-looking woman picked up a half bottle of wine from under the bar and threw it in the direction of Downton.

Donton caught the bottle and poured the liquor down his throat.

goo go go go...

After several sips, when the bottle was empty, Donton burped with satisfaction.

Hiccup!

boom! ! !
Donton untied the shock wave that was wrapped in the strong mental power and fell into his stomach. Intense flames and shock waves suddenly flew out of Donton's mouth and rushed towards the several people who were observing in front of him.

The hair of two guys was directly blown out of shape by the barbecue, and even their scalps were burned, revealing the implants.

"My grass!"

"What the hell is this?"

"What the hell!"

"Fuck, when did such a monster appear in Night City?"

"How did I get into trouble with this kind of guy in my next life?"

"This guy doesn't have any implants. Could he be a secret weapon of biotechnology?"

"What the hell? Charizard! Where's my Poké Ball?"

"I want to learn this trick, too. Can I do it with a titanium stomach?"

The people around were talking to each other, and there was no longer the attitude of firing at the same time as before.

At the same time, Roger couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then shook his head at Donton with amusement, shaking his hair all over the place, and said at the same time.

"I've seen a lot? Who said that? He must not have seen what I just saw.

Believe me, I thought I had seen a lot of weird stuff.

But you...are indeed a little too strange!"

Having said that, Roger suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed the muzzle at the ceiling.

“Okay, assholes, game time is over!
Better not forget where you are, this is the afterlife!

If you don't want to welcome your afterlife now, then I advise you to control your eyes and mouth and get out of my store!
I'll treat you to a drink today, but get out of here now. I have more important people to serve, so I don't have time to waste on you!"

Bang bang bang!
Roger fired a series of shots at the ceiling until he had emptied his magazine.

Then she put her hand up to her ear and slid it, then spoke to the gatekeeper guarding outside the door.

“Emeric, there will be a lot of assholes leaving in droves, don’t pay any attention to them.

After the last person leaves, remember to close the door. We are closed today!"

After saying that, Roger hung up the phone, then came to Downton and put Downton's coat on him.

Then, Roger sat down next to Downton and spoke to the bartender who was slowly getting up from the bar.

"Claire, it's rare to see you shrink like this. Are you scared by our King of the Afterlife?"

"I was indeed frightened, but not by the King of the Afterlife. I was frightened by a shirtless fool..."

Claire responded while spreading her hands to Roger and then asked.

"any drinks?"

"A Johnny Silverhand. Damn it. At a time like this, I need something crazy to wake my head."

As Roger answered, he lit a cigarette and then handed it to Donton.

"Do you want to smoke?"

"of course."

Donton took the cigarette with a smile and took a puff, then raised his hand and knocked on the bar.

As he knocked, he continued.

"Since she drinks Johnny Silverhand, I'll have a Rogge. There should be a Rogge bar here?"

"Hey, Downton, only dead people make it onto the drink list!"

Roger glanced at Donton unhappily.

"If you want my taste, then Claire, give him a whiskey sour."

"Forget it, haha, just give me a glass of David. As for your whiskey sour, who wants to drink something that's not on the menu?"

Donton interrupted Roger.

Hearing this, the bartender Claire was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help shaking her head. "Hey, although Roger's wine is not on the wine list, I at least know her taste.

But who is this David? Is he your friend? What flavor of wine does he like? If you tell me, I can help you mix it."

“Haha, the wine he likes contains all the things that the person he likes likes, and there is no taste that he likes at all.

Since there is no wine of his, forget it, at least I haven't heard the news of his death, right?"

After Donton agreed, he knocked on the bar lightly while thinking.

He then continued speaking to Claire.

"Vodka on the rocks, lime juice, ginger, and most importantly, a little love."

"Wuhu, sounds good, is this your wine?

Should I make a note of it and put it on the drink list after you die?"

Claire asked Donton with a smile, and Donton quickly shook his head.

"Don't make a fuss, this is the wine of a friend of mine."

“But why do you always talk about other people’s wine after all you’ve said? Where’s your own wine, Donton?

Since you have come to the afterlife and are still shouting that you want to become a legend, you should at least leave something of your own behind, right? "

Claire boldly rebuked Downton, then raised her hand and pointed at the wine list in her hand.

Looking at Claire's actions, Donton thought for a moment, then raised his head with amusement.

"My drink order? Remember it. Half a glass of gin and half a glass of rye whiskey. I like to see them fighting in my glass. Haha!"

While laughing, Donton turned his head and looked at the people around him who were leaving the afterlife and said to Rogge.

"Why are so many people leaving? I thought everyone here belonged to you. Aren't you the queen of the next life?"

"That's a really ugly name, haha."

Hearing Donton's question, Roger burst into laughter, and while laughing, she explained to Donton.

"They call me the Queen of the Afterlife, but all I have is the Afterlife.

There is no land in Night City that belongs to me, and there is no gang here that I manage.

Mercenaries like to be close to me because big deals are more likely to happen around me. Those deals have many zeros behind them and can also increase their reputation.

As for why I have so much business here, you already know it. I have lived a long time and have lived with too many bastard legends.

As a result, people who are willing to pay big money are more willing to believe in my qualifications, and people who are hoping to make a lot of money are also approaching me.

As for my own people, haha, how many people can I have?
With that much money, I could just hire more hackers to process information, why waste it on a few guns?"

By this time, Claire's drink was ready, so Roger put his arm around Donton's shoulders, took his Johnny Silver Hand and drank it in one gulp.

“Huh, damn it, Silverhand’s taste is still so strong.

As for you, Downton, you have to know what Night City is.

Corporations have spent a lot of money here, the new American government has also spent a lot of effort here, too many guns and soldiers have died around this city, but until now, this city is still nominally free.

Although that rubbish Lucius was not a good mayor, he managed to hold on to the unification war and prevent Night City from being completely swallowed up by any single party.

This is bad, because war will always be brewing in this city.

But this is also great, because it is so chaotic here, so each of us at least has a chance to resist, unlike every other land controlled by each party, where we completely lose the opportunity to resist the company or the government!"

When Roger said this, Donton's wine was ready, so Donton raised his hand to take it.

After taking a sip of Jack Wills, Donton smiled slightly and then drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, Donton looked at Roger and asked.

"So you're still eager to resist?"

"I don't want anything, those are unreliable things, only money is reliable.

What I mean is that Night City is a good place to make money. It is not controlled by any single company, so it will not become a breeding ground for any single company.

It is in such chaos that wealth comes into being. As long as you are willing to walk out of the room and work hard, there will always be a bullet that can help you earn food and drink, and toys that will make your scalp tingle in bed.

There is also a bullet that will take your life, and this will determine whether you will be an unknown or a legend~"

As he spoke, Roger looked into Donton's eyes.

Looking at Donton's nonchalant eyes, she swallowed and then patted Donton's shoulder enthusiastically.

“Like you said, you want to be a legend, the king of the afterlife.

Then I will help you, because my qualifications tell me not to refuse someone who is absolutely unstoppable.

But if you want me to pave the way for you to become a legend, you should at least consult my advice or listen to my arrangements.

Don't take it for granted, man. If you keep acting like you just did, you'll just become another urban legend in Night City instead of a legend that they all flock to.

Because this city looks down on anyone who doesn't fight back!

Even if you can withstand a nuclear bomb with your turtle shell and all the weird stuff on your body, this city will still look down on you.

Because the true legends recognized by this city are either the ones who detonated the nuclear bomb, or the ones who ensured that the nuclear bomb never had the chance to detonate.

And you? Don't resist? Let them attack you? And you want to use this to show how powerful you are?

Come on, man, what kind of bullshit doctrine of the mean do you believe in?

Promise me, Donton, if you really want to become a legend, you will kill everyone who stands in your way in the future.

Don't even give them a chance to speak!

This is what a true king of the afterlife should look like!"

Yesterday I felt a little better, and a friend asked me to drink with him. After two bottles of beer, red spots appeared all over my body, and my headache got worse. It was terrible.

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