Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

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At this moment, Kim Yeon was dressed in smelly, tattered clothes, her face was withered and her eyes were unfocused. She threw several empty glitter cans around the mattress and then convulsed on the mattress.

Passersby only glance at them with disgust. These addicts might go crazy at any moment and scratch you with their virus-laden hands.

No one would notice that this person is the elite agent codenamed Zhu? This rare bird came to Night City carrying a secret that even he could not bear.

beep!

[Coordinates have been successfully delivered. Teams from various companies will encounter each other at virtual locations. Please remain silent and await assistance. Zhu, you are about to return home.]

As Jin Yan read the message, a mocking smile crept onto her lips.

"Home? Humph!"

Chapter 83 The Evil City

While birds of the East flitted about, Vito was at home researching the Cyber Madness virus.

This thing, though called a virus, is actually a micro-extra-limited method to achieve the ultimate use of prosthetics.

"What does this have to do with cyberpsychosis?"

Vito muttered to himself, "In Cyberpunk 2077, cyberpsychosis seems to be curable. It should be a psychological illness that is more physical than psychological, but the methods used by the psychiatrists are somewhat horrifying."

[27: This person activated Cyber Mental Illness with the Mantis Knife, killed 7 people, and fought against the terrorist mobile unit once. Family situation: Attachment 1, Behavioral status assessment: Attachment 2, Material level: B]

Vito examined the data and discovered that these people had one thing in common: they were all ordinary people from the bottom rungs of Night City, and they all lived precarious lives, constantly at risk of being killed.

[34: This person has installed military-grade Sinweistein, Cyber Mental Illness is not yet activated, Family Situation: Attachment 1, Behavioral Status Assessment: Normal, Material Level: To be determined]

Vito then saw David's information. Only the family information section had attachments. After clicking on it, a sentence caught Vito's attention.

[This person's family economic situation is D-, interpersonal relationships are D-, and kinship is A+. Note: Their family circumstances may be the reason for their high tolerance to prosthetics.]

"So, if you grow up in a normal social environment, your prosthetic body capacity will be higher?"

Vito analyzed carefully. Although David's family's economic situation was not very good, compared to others who were already on the verge of being killed, it was already a happy family. Gloria loved him very much.

Vito suddenly thought of himself.

He grew up in a completely stable environment in his previous life, and the biggest thing he ever encountered was a drunken brawl. He had also played the game Cyberpunk 2077, so he wasn't that resistant to getting a prosthetic body.

Now, he has come to Night City, where he witnesses every day dismemberment, street gunfights, disembowelment, excessive use of flashbangs, perverted Mewtwos, kidnapping and extortion.

Under the influence of his environment, he began to feel numb and anxious, using whatever methods he knew to enhance his strength. He didn't mind inserting prosthetics into his body, and even when he performed surgery on himself, he was used to cutting open his own flesh.

Habits are the most terrifying thing. Vito is being assimilated by Night City. Although the company cannot break his values for the time being, the Darwinian law of the survival of the fittest is fueling Vito's anxiety.

His understanding naturally clashed with corporate colonialism. Companies like Arasaka, Military Technology, and Zeta grind up the flesh and blood of Night City's underbelly to nourish their own growth, and use the bones of Night City's underbelly as firewood to fuel their progress.

These companies are not satisfied with cannibalism. They continue to create slums one after another, segregating the poor people inside like concentration camps, just to carefully select the most easily brainwashed taxi soldiers and the most accessible experimental materials.

If Vito had never seen what a corporate-free colonial city was like, he could have easily lived a comfortable life in Night City by his craft without a prosthetic body.

But he had seen and witnessed the light, making it impossible for him to turn a blind eye to the darkness.

Night City is only paradise for those who travel to the Warhammer 40000 world.

Vito had long noticed that he had changed, that he had become somewhat strange, but he gradually realized that it wasn't a problem with his prosthetic body, but rather a psychological one.

Shut down your computer.

Vito lit a cigarette, temporarily warding off the Night City's invasion.

"So, what exactly is a prosthetic capacity chip, and why does it increase the upper limit of prosthetic capacity?"

Vito prepared to continue collecting materials in order to manufacture the prosthetic capacity chip, even the lowest-grade one.

……

Meanwhile, Kim Yeon had already met the person who was supposed to take her home.

His face was young but not particularly striking; what was most captivating about him were his blue eyes.

"You did a great job, Kim Yeon. Welcome back to us. With you joining us, we will be even stronger."

But Jin Yan looked wary. She had already changed her appearance again and disguised herself as a homeless man on the street. She was curled up next to a hot air well and no one recognized her.

How did you find me?

Blue Eyes smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a hovercar stopped in front of them.

"Let's chat in the car. Let me introduce myself. My name is Scarporo."

Seeing Kim Yeon's wary look, Scapullo added a sentence to reassure her.

"This is a hovercar from the Night Corporation. No one will notice it. We'll be at our destination in just a few minutes."

Jin Yan quickly calculated her escape route in her mind.

“I won’t go with you unless you tell me how you found me.”

Scapullo dropped his earlier politeness.

“We know everything, we are omniscient, we know who you are, and we know where you are.”

Kim Yeon nodded and made a move to get into the car, while Scapullo nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly, Kim Yeon sped past the hovercar without getting on. Scapolo was about to stop her, but an electric arc suddenly appeared on the surface of the hovercar, dragging Scapolo to the spot.

By the time Scapolo recovered, Kim Yeon had already disappeared into the streets of Night City.

Scarpoll stared gloomily in the direction where Kim Yeon had disappeared.

"You really think you're some kind of mythical bird? Humph!"

Scapullo did not use any communication devices or means; to onlookers, it appeared as if he was talking to the air.

"Zhu has run away. She doesn't seem interested in going home. Is it worth it for you to use our resources to help her?"

Scarporo's eyes briefly flashed with a broken image, and then a voice sounded in his brain.

"She will join us; she's just being a little willful right now because of her heightened sense of self."

"Okay, if I continue to pursue this, it might attract the attention of Night City Corporation and the mercenaries."

“It’s okay, she’s been under our surveillance since she was born.”

Scapullo couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

"Oh? Let's hope so. The spark that you so confidently created went out of control as soon as it appeared and disappeared. If it weren't for it, our plan wouldn't be so slow."

"No need to complain, our plan will succeed. The Dream Project is about to be implemented, and Zhu is a key part of it."

Just as the people of Night City were discussing their wicked plans.

Kim Yeon attracted the attention of several Arasaka agents. At this moment, Kim Yeon could no longer afford to be patient in her disguise and ran quickly across the street.

Agent Arasaka saw a homeless man walking briskly and immediately followed him.

Kim Yeon knew she had been exposed, but she also knew that she still had leverage if she fell into the company's hands, and that if she got involved with those blue-eyed people, she would lose everything.

She moved through the dark alley, trying her best to evade the search by Arasaka agents, but just as she was about to leave the alley, two Arasaka agents pointed their guns at her.

Jin Yan's eyes narrowed, a flash of red light appeared, and the smart weapons of the two agents were hacked. They were then frozen in place by the action-disrupting hacking program released by Jin Yan.

When the agents who had been flanking them arrived at the alley entrance, the grenades they were carrying were detonated by a hacker program.

thunderous roar.

Kim Yeon disappeared once again into the shadows of Night City.

Chapter 84 Don't Bother Me

When Vito awoke from his deep sleep, he saw breakfast laid out on the table.

[I'm off to open for business now. Remember to eat breakfast; three meals a day are half the battle in life!]

Vito stretched, thinking, "Today is another damn good day."

After finishing his breakfast and washing up, he went to the hospital. He noticed that the B gang members weren't coming to repair their prosthetic bodies, which were full of holes.

In the repair shop next door, a Night City resident was driving his Clam Snail P126 fish-head truck in. The truck looked like it had rolled around on the ground several times, and there wasn't a single part of it in good condition.

Vito gently kicked Chapman, who was trying on new clothes, signaling him to go help Li Ying, while he pulled out a deck chair and sunshade and leaned against the doorway.

Gloria placed the ice bucket and beer next to Vito, then crossed her arms and leaned against the sports shirt.

"Gloria, I want to ask you, can love increase the tolerance of prosthetics?"

Gloria thought about it carefully.

"Love and prosthetic tolerance should not be directly related, emmm, but it should greatly alleviate the psychological rejection reaction after implantation."

Vito continued to ask.

"Did you ever encounter a cyber-psychotic when you were working at the medical company?"

"I've seen it. It was a young couple who came to Night City to make a living. In the end, the man went crazy and killed a lot of people in the apartment building."

"Where is the woman?"

"The woman isn't insane, but she's close. It's said that women have a higher tolerance for prosthetic reactions and a lower chance of developing cyberpsychosis than men."

"Is this true?"

"That's what those people who sell sex-changing prosthetics say."

"Ok."

Vito lay down silently, enjoying the quiet moment.

Gloria spoke again after a long pause.

"However, based on past cases, it seems that there are indeed more men involved."

Vito suddenly remembered the person he had seen when he first arrived in Night City—Fredo.

Why was the Terrorist Mobile Squad deployed instead of regular NCPD officers? After all, Fredo didn't even have hands, let alone any offensive capabilities.

But in the end, it was the Terrorist Mobile Squad that killed Fredo. Did this elite team, which specializes in dealing with cyber lunatics, recognize Fredo's illness?

Just then, Jack arrived in a flurry of activity on his bicycle.

"Vitto, I need your help, can I borrow your car?"

Vito tossed the Type 66's external carrying case to Jack, who looked miserable.

"No, lend me the Magician instead. Only you two can drive this dangerous vehicle properly. It's as slippery as a bar of soap. Last time I test drove it, it spun around in one spot!"

Vito then tossed the magician's portable disc to Jack.

"You're so outdated! True speed comes from cornering fast, and true coolness comes from drifting!"

Jack waved his hands repeatedly.

"Never mind, Misty and I are going on a date, not to ride the teacups. I'm leaving!"

Gloria smiled as she watched Jack leave in another flurry of activity.

“Jack is really energetic.”

"Yes."

At that moment, a hovercar descended from the sky and stopped in the middle of the street, surprising the pedestrians around.

"Gloria, you go in and work first."

Gloria nodded silently and entered the stadium.

The car door opened, and first stepped out an Arasaka agent in a suit, followed by a corporate dog in a gray suit with gold sequins.

The company dog walked up to Vito, who was still lying on the recliner, and looked down at him with disdain.