Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 17 Emma
Emma's only time of the week when she felt alive was on her way to the club.

The huge sense of identity loss brought about by the change made her feel that she could no longer integrate into the city's "high society circle".

She remained reserved, yet longed for recognition.

Hans was a company executive, and as his wife, Emma has a lot to say about the word "status."

Those days felt like a dream. She loved freedom, and Hans gave her exactly that freedom.

But now, freedom is irrelevant to her; she needs to stay in the cage that Hans has carefully built, wary of Hans's enemies, and wary of everything.

Westbrook was the best choice for a "disgraced" lady like her; the elites of Château Hill and North Oak still regarded Westbrook as the ideal place—in other words, a suitable alternative to Corporate Square.

This Thrace 388 Jefferson luxury business van has a dazzling gold exterior, which is Emma's favorite color.

The car drove across the bridge over the river in the Kabuki district.

After exiting the bridge via the side ramp, the car drove along the Japanese street. The car gradually became smoother, and Emma tidied her hair to make sure she didn't give herself away.

Hanz's business is very big now, and both Pacific Island and Dogtown have to give him face, but economic pressure is not Emma's criticism of Hanz. The main issue is his status.

After all, no matter how big a middleman is, he's just someone who introduces jobs; he's not exactly respectable.

"Madam, we've arrived just ahead."

The bodyguard kept an eye on the road conditions. After the car entered the Japanese street, it could only move slowly due to the huge flow of people.

Emma nodded. "Yes, as long as it's on time."

She enjoyed the attention she received from those around her regarding her car. Corporate dogs and businessmen were willing to show up in Westbrook in nice cars, provided you could afford bodyguards so that the car wouldn't get spray-painted by those damn Mox and Tiger Claw gangs.

"squeak--"

Emma leaned slightly forward, and the bodyguard saw her expressionless face in the rearview mirror.

"Madam, that damned brat ran in front of the car, damn it—"

Emma made a shushing gesture; she hated swearing.

Outside the bulletproof glass, which allows only one-way observation, a young man wearing a large leather jacket, carrying a large gun wrapped in a holster, bowed his head with a warm smile.

Emma rested her hand on her chin as she waited at the traffic light, not minding glancing at the handsome man.

Although Emma knew that prosthetic doctors could give you any appearance you wanted, most of them had a bold and avant-garde style, such as protruding prosthetic eyes or strange mechanical patterns on half of their faces. The guy in front of her, with his deep eyes, three-dimensional features, and perfectly placed prosthetic texture, actually fit her aesthetic quite well.

"Hmm, it seems that the Japanese streets are starting to understand some aesthetics."

The bodyguard kept his mouth shut; he had been told on his first day on the job not to speak to the lady.

The young man disappeared around the street corner, and Emma looked away.

"What's wrong honey?"

Emma answered the person on the other end of the phone in fluent, pure French.

"Things haven't been peaceful lately, you shouldn't have gone out."

Emma scoffed. "Hmm? Did I let some young upstart embarrass you? Mr. Hans, my dear, you shouldn't be putting your problems on me—"

"Remember, the children conceded through medical experiments are my biggest concession."

"I'm a staunch non-marriage advocate."

The person on the other end said somewhat helplessly, "Alright, alright, whatever makes you happy, but I will send a team of bodyguards to follow you. Nothing is more important than your safety."

Emma hung up the phone, feeling even more frustrated and angry.

Living together as a serious, traditional German and another serious, traditional German is indeed like Italian stew without salt—colorful yet bland.

She even fantasized that one day a mercenary would roughly capture her (it's hard to describe), so that Hans would send someone to rescue her.

At least it's a place to get some fresh air.

As for the Mewtwo Club and such, it was just a show to let everyone know that they were currently full of fighting spirit and that nothing was wrong.

As the only skyscraper in Japan Street, Arasaka likes to hold events such as festivals here, and the security is relatively high.

The Mewtwo Club was on the top floor. Emma waited for the bodyguard to open the car door and stepped out of the car, holding onto her long dress that went up to her thighs. The dress was from the company's plaza boutique and it really accentuated her figure.

"Tell Hanz's people not to be idiots and go upstairs to the elevator to wait for someone."

Emma decided to drink herself into oblivion. She glanced up at the building, and a glamorous sports car pulled out beside her—a pop star, Liz Vicky (note), whose cybernetic features were strikingly obvious.

The performers on stage are incredibly creative and their performances exceed expectations.

"Madam, your dress is absolutely gorgeous."

The funds from Dogtown were also used to promote this popular singer. As the wife of the mysterious man from Dogtown, Vicky knew how to flatter women.

Emma raised her "disguise shield," put on a flawless smile, and walked into the club amidst the laughter and chatter of the upper class.

The bodyguard's tense back relaxed, and he quickly drove to the back door, where the lady would get in the car and return to Dogtown.

"Damn it, you stupid woman, my bonus has been deducted again this month."

I had to brake myself because of that idiot!
The bodyguard secretly grumbled to himself.

That said, that woman was staring at that idiot so much she was practically mesmerized; she must be a slut.

There was no way around it; the lady held a grudge, and each time she braked, it cost her 300 euros. Even if she couldn't take it, she had to.

Wait, isn't that that brat?

The young man was squatting beside a manhole cover that was steaming in the distance. The bodyguard revealed a cruel smile. Getting back three hundred euros is easy enough.
Lin Yue glanced at the bodyguards getting out of the car; there were cameras there, so it wasn't easy for him to make a move.

Oh, and bring some more over.

Lin Yue watched with great interest as the bodyguard strode over with his fists clenched.

It's a good opportunity to test out the new cybernetic body; the fighting skills I learned in Dogtown weren't for nothing.

"Damn it, you brat, stop right there."

Lin Yue stood up, spread his hands, and looked completely innocent when his collar was suddenly yanked off.

"You son of a bitch, do you know how much I've lost because of you?"

"Huh? I don't know you." Lin Yue slowly backed away, and in the midst of the argument, the area covered by the camera inside his prosthetic eye finally couldn't reach this side anymore.

“Give me a thousand euros. If you want to call the police, I guarantee you’ll be lying down before the NCPD arrives.”

The bodyguard cursed viciously.

Lin Yue's hand gripped the bodyguard's wrist.

"Hey, relax."

A tremendous force struck him, and the bodyguard's expression changed rapidly. This guy in front of him was too strong, so he started to reach for his waist.

Unfortunately, Lin Yue also held his hand down as he reached for his gun.

It seems Lin Yue is having it too easy right now. Is the prosthetic body Old Wei gave him really that strong? And its quality isn't even that high...

It's probably because this guy is too incompetent, that's for sure!

He delivered a powerful knee strike, followed by a sharp elbow strike to the side of the bodyguard's head.

With a snap, the bodyguard who was trying to earn extra money immediately lay down.

Lin Yue dragged the guy into a nearby alley, put the idiot's suit on him, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and covered the guy with some newspaper after changing his clothes.

The camera lens showed the bodyguard, head down and smoking, walking towards Emma's car, opening the door and getting in. Seeing nothing amiss, the camera panned away.

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[Note]: Liz Vicky is the singer who performs on the 3D stage when V meets Song So-mi in Hansen's Gemstone Blue in the Dogville DLC.

Speaking of which, this one is even more "heavyweight." Her performance is hard to describe here. She even briefly suffered cardiac arrest on stage and had to be resuscitated on the spot. Fans love this.

In the original 2077, V meets her at a motel and helps her complete a request. The request is for her manager boyfriend (who is suspected of cheating, but actually doesn't). This woman suffers from multiple personality disorder, so she directly gives the request to her boyfriend.

However, the song is very nice, and I will add it to the dubbing.

　Friends, I played 2077 for at least 300 hours before writing this, and I enjoy studying the background stories of this game and anime, so I'm quite meticulous.

　　At the same time, this article is somewhat ensemble-oriented, so there will be a lot of unfamiliar names.

　　But I will try my best to reduce reading barriers so that everyone can understand it. If you have any questions, please let me know. By the way, I would love to ask you to follow along. Love you all.

　　
　
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