Is this okay?

V's pupils contracted, and he dared not move.

"I'll ask you an answer!"

“Okay.” V answered without hesitation.

"Why are people from Arakawa in my house?"

"I'm here to see Jack."

"Jack? Jack Wells? What do you want with him?"

"Mrs. Wells sent me to find him; he hasn't been home for a week."

"ha--?"

Rebecca was stunned when she heard this, and immediately felt sorry for Jack.

"Jack, does anyone know who's looking for you?"

"Drink—! Everyone drink—! Holy crap? Vodka again? Captain! Bring me some oolong tea! Huh!? Who's looking for me?"

Jack, drunk, was completely unaware of who was looking for him.

"Who are you?" Rebecca asked V.

“V”.

"V is looking for you."

Jack's face lit up with joy, and he immediately said, "V is my good brother!"

"Okay, I'll bring him over. I went home to take a shower and found someone was home. I was terrified."

"..."

And so Rebecca led V to a private room at the Cold Mo Liz bar.

When V saw Jack and the others lying drunk and sprawled out in the private room, he was speechless.

“I’m telling you… can’t you contact Mrs. Wells if you have nothing to do? She’s very worried about you.”

"Hey! Isn't this V? What brings you here? Since we're here, let's drink until we drop!"

Jack was completely drunk and forgot that Rebecca had contacted him before. He lay on the sofa with a bottle of extremely expensive liquor, talking and chugging it down.

"Hey……"

V covered her face upon seeing this, completely unaware of what had happened.

Finally, V asked Rebecca uncertainly, "They won't be like this for a whole week, will they?"

Rebecca, standing to the side, sighed helplessly, "Yeah, it's like this every day... I feel like throwing up at the sight of alcohol now. It was okay at first... but who can stand drinking like this every day?"

"I read the logs before; you were killing the Cleaners?"

The next second, everyone exploded as if they had heard some key word.

"Damn it! Don't mention the street cleaner after get off work!"

"Scavenger? Scavenger! Scavenger! Scavenger! waaaaaaaagh!!"

"The cleaner?! Draft?! Where is the cleaner?!"

“WRYYYYYY——!”

"I'll go up there and do a split!"

"Starburst Abandon Healing Slash!"

Even though he was drunk and confused, Jack jumped up and shouted; he'd developed PTSD as a cleaner.

"Wow! Is the aftereffects that strong?" V was startled by the situation and quickly backed away.

It turned out that Rebecca had gone to a corner and was dry heaving; she was really about to throw up.

"???"

"Damn it! Don't mention it! I'm about to cry! Do you know how disgusting those guys are?! Every single day... every single day... all I see when I open my eyes is the Scavenger!"

"I can tell..."

V stared speechlessly at the frantic Rebecca, unsure of what to say.

Let's contact Mrs. Wells first...

Afterwards, V told Mrs. Wells about Jack's situation. She was relieved to learn that Jack was alright, but then she became furious and wanted to spank Jack's bottom.

"Then Mrs. Wells, I'll bring Jack back right away. Contact me if you need anything."

"Thank you so much, V. You've been a great help."

"It's nothing, Jack is my brother, family."

"I wish Jack could be like you."

"Jack is better than me, so I'll head back now."

And so V dragged Jack away, and then Rebecca joined the drinking party.

When I came to my senses, it was already the next day.

When Leng Mo opened his eyes, he found a fat leg on his face. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Rebecca, drunk and mischievous, had smeared it on his face.

"Ugh... my head hurts..."

At this moment, Rebecca sat up with a headache and found that Leng Mo had already woken up, so she woke up the others.

"Hmm? It's starting again?"

"Sweeper... cleaner..."

"Damn it, the cleaners are here again... Boss, shall we try something different?"

"Yeah, a week! A whole week! I've worn out so many guns already, let's try something else."

The person who woke up immediately felt despair; after using liver cleanser every day, their liver was completely worn out.

Of course, these were just the combat personnel; Lucy, Qiwei, and Madoka, the support hackers, didn't join the drinking party at all.

The first day was fine, but they gave up after a few days in a row, since they didn't like it.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was quite carefree and followed Leng Mo without any fear, though she was almost developing PTSD.

Leng Mo, feeling a headache coming on, sat up and grabbed her phone to check how many cleaners were left.

"Hmm...wait? The cleaner is gone?"

"Huh?! It's gone?!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Is this heaven?! Mwah! I love you all!"

The people around screamed with excitement when they heard that the cleaner was gone.

Rebecca curiously climbed behind Leng Mo, pressed her face against his, and looked at his phone.

"Really gone?"

"Of course not. Look at how we've been this past week. Even if there were any, we wouldn't dare show them on the street. At least the entire Haywood area is clean now."

Leng Mo explained carefully, after all, a cleaner costs 1,000 yuan a week, a report costs 1,000 yuan, and killing costs 1,000 yuan. The effect of spending this money is excellent.

Moreover, everyone hates cleaners; they've reached the point where everyone is against them.

"That's great! What's next?" Rebecca grinned, hugging Leng Mo happily.

"Let's have something to sober up first..."

These past few days have felt like I've been soaking in a vat of liquor, drinking every day, and I can't go without it.

After all, everyone has been working hard to share valuable information, so they definitely need to calm down.

However, we can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Eat, then begin the second phase of the experiment. You all need to be strengthened, after all, the upcoming battles won't be against small fry like scavengers. It'll be fighting gangs."

Leng Mo spoke earnestly, a serious expression on his face.

First, clear out a clean space, then spread that clean space, and finally destroy the company!

This way, Night City will be under its own control!

Chapter 550 Ah Mo, Ah Mo, such a good person! (10,000-word chapter)

Leng Mo settled the group and told them to go back and rest. Mann and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, feeling completely limp and unwilling to move.

This week's actions have practically used up all the energy I'll have for the next few months. It's like grinding through game quests for a whole week straight. Even the most dedicated grinder can't withstand a week of continuous 24-hour grinding.

Is this a task? It's life itself!

However, Mann and the others were still very happy, their faces filled with peaceful smiles as they looked at the seven figures in their accounts.

Now that I have money, I can finally rest.

In an instant, everyone in the private room turned pale as if they had burned out, their faces all bearing a uniform, serene smile.

Rebecca, on the other hand, didn't care as much. Clinging to Leng Mo's back, she was more curious about what would happen next.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Gloria is about to begin the second phase of experiments, installing a prosthetic body on her, preferably a military-grade one, to check for rejection and its effects on cyberpsychosis."

Leng Mo thought for a moment and then explained his plan. Generally speaking, there would be no rejection of prosthetic bodies, but he was more concerned about cyberpsychosis, which was a bit hard to explain.

“Cyber ​​psychopath…” Rebecca frowned upon hearing the name, recalling what she had seen before.

Mann's loss of control, and David's eventual rampage, were both caused by cyberbullying.

"So there's no way to cure this thing?" Rebecca believed that Leng Mo had a way to cure it, after all, he was from another world.

"The only thing I can do is erase his memories and make him forget everything so he can start a new life," Leng Mo said, stroking his chin after a moment's thought.

"So what exactly is cyberpsychosis?" Rebecca asked with concern, her expression turning serious.

There is no precise definition for the cyberpsychosis Night City; it is said that the more prosthetics a person has, the more likely they are to have an episode.

But everyone knows that Adam Hammer is fully prosthetic except for his brain, yet he's perfectly fine and has been working in Arasaka for fifty years without any problems.

"It's probably a mental illness... But we need to have Senior Madoka examine the structure of the prosthetic body. If there's nothing wrong with the prosthetic body, then it's a personal issue. Some people have analyzed that so-called cyber mental illness is likely a form of mental oppression caused by the Night City system. Even without a prosthetic body, just living in Night City can lead to cyber mental illness."

Leng Mo recalled some of the introductions, and his expression became somewhat solemn.

This brought Mann and the others to their senses. They were still very concerned about cyberbullying, since anyone could potentially have an episode.

"Could you elaborate?" Mann asked seriously, sitting on the sofa, deep in thought as he waited.

Upon hearing this, Leng Mo composed himself and then looked at the people present to explain.

"In short, cyberpsychosis is entirely caused by life in Night City. It is a byproduct of the overemphasis on the integration of technology and daily life. It is not that you will not get it if you do not have a prosthetic body. It is a change brought about by the surrounding environment."

"But... how do you explain the low incidence rate among people with fewer prosthetic bodies?" Mann asked疑惑地, having a somewhat strange view of cyberpsychosis based on his understanding.

"In this regard, we can only say that the prosthetic body acts as a catalyst, since it is linked to the human nervous system. The human body is quite amazing; even slight modifications can cause a series of incredible reactions," Leng Mo explained as he pondered the issue.

"This is terrifying... I can't survive in Night City without a cybernetic body, and if I have one... I'll develop cyberbullying disorder. Damn it! This world is a fucking mess!" Mann clenched his fists in frustration, filled with anger.

"So what's the treatment method?" Pila asked worriedly.

"Just stop it," Leng Mo said, offering the simplest treatment method.

"What do you mean?"

Now, not only Pila, but everyone else couldn't help but wonder.

"Let your oppressed spirits relax. Have you thought about when you'll retire from this line of work?" Leng Mo asked, looking at the people around him.

"Retire? Can mercenaries retire? It's a miracle if they don't die, let alone retire? Are you dreaming?" Dorio looked at Leng Mo in astonishment, finding the question utterly ridiculous.

Leng Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he pointed out incisively, "This is the cause of cyber psychosis."

"what?"

"Because you can't stop, nobody can stop, your minds will feel more and more pressure, like machines working overtime without stopping, until you reach your personal breaking point..."

"The cyberpsychosis is coming..."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood, and their faces were filled with sorrow.

Stop? Easier said than done.