2077: V really knows how awesome he is

V secretly rejoiced, thankfully she doesn't usually go to Twisty Street.

She hadn't forgotten that she had come to obtain real data on the Alpha Centauri system in order to report it to the European Space Agency in retaliation against New Africa.

This matter is not related to any grand human righteousness; it is purely a personal grudge.

So I've already given 4000 euros, where's my data?

V was wondering when a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"What the hell do you have against homeless people? Watch your mouth, or I'll bury you alive!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, V instinctively turned his head and saw a familiar figure: "Panan?"

The young Adcardo leader was also surprised to encounter the Emperor of Night City in this remote corner, and exclaimed in surprise, "President V?"

Gary shouted again, "You can break my bones, but you can't break my pursuit of truth!"

Panan raised an eyebrow and asked V, "Is this your friend?"

"No."

Panan clenched his fist: "That's fine then. President V, please stand back, lest blood splatter on you later."

Chapter 95 The Song of the Prophet

V ultimately didn't let Panan make a move.

Gary meant no harm; his brain has just been messed up by AI.

"He's a pretty honest guy, but he loves to talk nonsense. Even the politicians in the city government can't spout as much nonsense as him. Do you know what he told me? He said the Arasaka family are all vampires."

“Vampires?” Panan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I stopped believing in vampires when I was six. By the way, I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was four and a half.”

"That's a bit too early."

"There was nothing we could do. That idiot Saul tripped and fell while putting gifts in my tent. The sound was so loud the whole camp could hear it. From that day on, the Adcardo kids' dreams were shattered."

"Haha, what an unfortunate story. Speaking of Thor, how is he?"

"He got a new artificial kidney and flashed the latest firmware. In his words, he's now strong enough to take on Ha Da Bo one-on-one!"

"Ha Da Bo, what is that?"

“The sandstorms in the badlands are the kind that sweep across the sky; even the most experienced wanderers have to take shelter from them,” Panan explained, then added earnestly, “Thank you, President V.”

V retorted, "Why thank me? You paid for the kidney transplant yourselves."

"But getting the latest firmware isn't just about having money. We all know that you were the one who put in a good word with the hospital."

V didn't deny it: "Okay, I accept your thanks."

Panan is a straightforward girl and naturally likes straightforward people. V's personality is very much to her liking, and with the matter of Thor, Panan has become a loyal supporter of V.

"President V, you are Adcardo's great benefactor. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, and we will do our best to help you!"

"Okay, I won't be polite, thanks!"

That's how wanderers are; they repay kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance. V said "You're welcome," but Panan felt that this was proof that the other party respected him.

"After eating people, they disappeared into the night like arrows. Haha, I have to tell Thor about it."

Panan walked away with a smile. She was in a great mood now that everything was going well, and she couldn't be bothered to argue with a charlatan.

V watched Panan's retreating figure: "Ha Da Bo? That's a really flashy name."

Gary breathed a sigh of relief: "That was too dangerous. They're not so dangerous during the day, but they can still cause a tragedy."

You fucking think homeless people are werewolves?

V rolled her eyes: "Now you understand what it means to have trouble coming out of your mouth."

"Thank you for your help, President V, but I don't think you need to be sarcastic."

"You're welcome. If Panan knocks all your teeth out, then no one will tell me the Mars landing was a hoax, right?"

Gary hesitated for a moment, but couldn't hold back any longer: "You don't believe me at all, do you? You think I don't know you're laughing at me in your heart? You think I don't know people call me a false prophet?"

V did indeed mock Gary in her past life, but she doesn't know any more information in this life.

She suggested in the most straightforward language possible: "Your claims aren't entirely wrong, but they're hard to believe. After all, vampires and werewolves are outdated. Why don't you use realistic names to increase credibility, like a wandering AI?"

Gary shouted, "I'm not making this up, I'm warning people—behind the curtain of darkness lurks the creatures of our nightmares!"

"Whether you're making up a story or fabricating some kind of cosmic conspiracy theory, you always need solid evidence..."

"Yes, I have it!" Before V could finish speaking, Gary shouted hoarsely, "Tonight, in the old factory in the Kabuki district! They have something important to exchange! Follow them, seize this... item, and once you get this artifact from Alpha Centauri, you'll understand everything!"

V's expression hardened. If he wasn't mistaken, this "artifact" should be the real data from the Alpha Centauri system.

It was really a lot of trouble.

V received the address from Gary and nodded: "Okay, I'll go check it out."

Gary shouted at her retreating figure, "President V, you can't act too early or too late, otherwise it will all be in vain! The fate of humanity rests on your shoulders. Don't let us down, don't let me down!"

V waved his hand: "Don't feel pressured, I understand."

Leaving the narrow alley, and seeing that it was still early, V went to a roadside stall and ate a box of fried noodles. Then she packed three more portions and delivered them to Misty's fortune-telling shop.

One was for Misty, one was for Old Vie, and one was for Jack.

That's right, Jack slept at Misty's fortune-telling shop yesterday. Those who know, know why. Jack said he felt great being watched by a group of gods and monsters. V can only sigh once again at how these young couples are playing games more and more elaborately.

After the four of them finished breakfast together, V and Old V went to the boxing club, and Jack, who was also a boxing fan, naturally followed.

When they arrived, Xu Ling was already there, and she was leading Aaron Wiens in slowly making strange movements.

V was a little confused: "What are they doing, dancing?"

Jack stroked his chin: "This dance is really good for helping you sleep."

Old Wei shook his head and explained to the two Night City bumpkins, "That's not dance, it's martial arts. Authentic Chinese Kung Fu, I think it's called 'Tai Chi'."

“Tai Chi?” V repeated the tongue-twisting word and asked, “What’s it used for?”

"It's supposed to enhance endurance, but according to Aaron's health monitoring software, his various indicators haven't shown any significant improvement." Angie walked over with a tablet displaying Aaron's detailed information, including his health status, the model number and serial number of the prosthetic body he had installed.

V exclaimed, "I didn't know that boxing could be so complicated."

“If you're boxing, all you need to do is have fists, it's not complicated. But it's a different story when it comes to the Olympics.” Angie complained, “The Olympics have a strict list of prosthetic bodies that can be used. Athletes can only use the prosthetic bodies that are specified, and they have to report it in advance. If it is found during the competition that the prosthetic body serial number does not match the reported serial number, they will be disqualified from the competition.”

V and Jack were both speechless, but Vee, who had been through it all, expressed his understanding: "After all, we have to ensure fairness. If all the players were wearing gorilla arms, it wouldn't be a competition, it would be a massacre."

During their chat, Xu Ling and Aaron Wiens finished their "morning exercises," and Kurt Hansen arrived, officially beginning the day's training.

As usual, the Dogtown boss went first, followed by V, and today Jack was added. Three different fighting styles took turns on the field, and Aaron Waynes was tortured to the point of ecstasy. But what was even more terrifying was yet to come. Just when he finally got through the skills training, Xu Ling went on stage with a smile and started the physical training.

Training your physical fitness is most effective when you are exhausted. After all, you have to reach your limit before you can break through your limit. The logic is simple, but it takes a lot of effort from the athlete.

Aaron Wiens looked like he was about to fall with every step he took, but he miraculously finished the race.

why?

For the ideal.

In fact, ideals are also a product of free will, a kind of vanity born to satisfy "me". But it is undeniable that it is because of the existence of "me" that mankind can create one miracle after another.

V sighed and patted Xu Ling on the shoulder.

"Are you carrying any weapons?"

"Bring it."

"Let me borrow it for a bit, I'll return it to you tomorrow."

"Oh." Xu Ling didn't ask any more questions, lifted her suit jacket, and handed the weapon at her waist to V.

"Wow, that's awesome! It's actually Yinglong, and the original form at that!" V exclaimed.

Just as Xu Ling was about to feel smug, V said again, "It seems your marksmanship must be terrible."

Otherwise, why would they choose a smart weapon?

Xu Ling jumped up in anger: "My marksmanship is not bad at all! Using Yinglong is just a Kangtao tradition!"

"Oh, right, right," V replied perfunctorily, then called out to Jack, "Jack, lend me one of your guns too."

"okay."

Jack tossed over a golden Mad Woman pistol, which was originally a pair of kinetic dual pistols, and V picked up one of them.

"See that?" V said to Xu Ling with a smile, "Real sharpshooters use kinetic weapons!"

Xu Ling was so angry she wanted to scream, "Aaron, stop pretending to be dead! Get up and run 10 more laps!"

Aaron Wiens: Huh?

Amidst the wailing and lamenting of future Olympic champions, V made a graceful exit.

He hailed his Stone Sword vehicle by the roadside, set the route, started autopilot, and then dialed another person's number.

"Hey, Li De, how have you been lately?"

"I'm busy with the North American release of 'I Am the Black Wall.'" Solomon Reed said on the phone, having taken off his long trench coat with the insignia of a secret agent and put on a producer's signature flamboyant purple suit: "What's up?"

"We're having dinner at Judy's house tonight. Please tell Judy."

Li De was speechless: "Why didn't you just call Judy?"

"I don't have her number."

"You need to notify her when you go to her house for a family gathering?"

V asked in surprise, "Isn't this polite? Shouldn't we have notified them?"

"No, what I mean is that when you go to someone's house for a meal, the host should notify you, not... never mind, I'll tell her."

"Thanks, what kind of pizza do you like?"

"I don't like pizza."

Choose one of these three: locust sausage, vegetarian tuna and pineapple, or Korean moss and avocado.

"I already told you I don't like pizza."

"Okay, then let's have locust sausage."

Li De: "..."

What could he do? Of course, he had to endure it, since it was the boss's order.

"Are you alright now? I'll hang up."

"Wait a minute, there's something else. Could you help me with that?"

Evening, apartment in the Kabuki district.

V, Li De, Judy, and Evelyn enjoyed a pizza feast together. Judy and her husband had been having a fight lately because they both wanted a child, but each wanted the other to have it. V didn't feel comfortable offering her opinion on this family matter and focused on preparing the pizza. Li De suddenly realized that the pizza was surprisingly delicious, not much different from his favorite tortilla.

At 10:2 PM, V and Li De said goodbye and left. Downstairs at the apartment building, Li De opened the trunk of his car and took out a high-tech, jet-black long gun.

Li De introduced: "The Rakshasa sniper rifle is a high-tech weapon produced by Tsunami Military Industry. Unfortunately, the prototype blueprints for this series were left behind on the other side of the Black Wall. In homage, the Rakshasa adopts a retro-futuristic design. With its revolutionary design, it can recover a portion of the recoil energy and transfer it to the next shot, which means that your attack will be stronger with each shot until it penetrates all cover in front of the target."

V's eyes lit up as he tried to take the gun from Li De's hand, only to find that Li De was gripping it tightly.

Li De continued, "This ingenious design also greatly increased the cost of the Rakshasa, putting a huge strain on my wallet. I sold everything I owned to buy one, thinking it would last me a lifetime."

V suddenly realized what was happening, his eyes lit up with blue light, and he turned over 20000 euros. Li Decai then let go of his hand.

V couldn't help but complain: "I thought you were going to lecture me."

Li De asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by preaching?"

"It's just telling me not to kill innocent people indiscriminately or something."

"Am I such a pedantic person in your eyes?"

V thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Li De stormed off in a huff.

V thought to himself, "Why are you so angry? Everyone knows you're old-fashioned."

She immediately called River Ward and filed a formal complaint against Solomon Reed for illegally selling firearms.