Cyberpunk: 2075

Seven o'clock in the morning, Badlands.

A "Tingwei Mackinaw Larimore" pickup truck was driving on the desolate land.

"I hate all two-seater cars."

Once again squeezed between the passenger seat and the driver's seat, Carl expressed his sincere emotion: "Why do we have to drive this kind of two-seater car?"

"Stop complaining Carl."

Oliver in the driver's seat said calmly: "Whether it's Sky Quartz or Sky Hera, the ones we have have not been specially modified to deal with the sand and dust in the bad land. If you want to come to the bad land, you can only drive this kind of car." It’s a pickup truck, please bear with it.”

"sigh.

Karl sighed, but knew that what Oliver said was the truth. Compared with Quartz and Hera, the 'Tingwei Mackinaw Larimore', a pickup truck that is specially designed for running goods, long-distance transportation, and is also the most durable. Good choice.

"Think the best of Carl."

Jack, who put his hand close to the car door but did not let it close completely, said: "With this car, even if we get lost in the bad land, the twenty gallons of water (about seventy-six liters) stored in the trunk will be enough." We lasted for many days.”

"I wonder why it is necessary to get lost as a premise."

Complaints are complaints. Carl himself only cares about the two-seater car and has no objection to sitting in the pickup truck itself.

First, this car is indeed a good car suitable for bad soil, and second, this car was kindly borrowed by an old guy who is a regular customer of the Wild Wolf Bar. He also specially made bad soil protection, and the other party was willing to use the extremely precious car that they depended on for survival. It would be rude for him to complain about the loan itself.

The wind carried sand and dust and slapped it on the glass window, making a rustling sound. Listening to this sound, Jack talked about another topic:

"Speaking of which, when I passed by Santo Domingo just now, I almost thought I was going to fight with those Sixth Street Gang people."

What Jack was talking about was the tense confrontation almost two hours ago. Oliver was kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang because of his past relationship, and he was forced not to return to the Santo Domingo area, but to go to the bad land. The nearest road to Watson District in Night City is from Santo Domingo;

Originally, Oliver's plan was to just drive over and hide, but two hours ago, when Oliver was driving a pickup truck through Santo Domingo, he happened to be spotted by the Sixth Street Gang. , more than 20 people gathered around, and in the tense surrounding of the group of people with guns, Jack even drew his gun.

"Looking at the atmosphere, I almost want to strike first."

"There's no need to be so anxious, they don't dare to shoot."

Carl, who was squeezed between Oliver and Jack, responded to what happened two hours ago in a very relaxed manner.

"They know that if they dare to shoot, they are seeking death."

"really."

Jack smiled when he heard what Carl said: "Only more than twenty people dare to surround us and try to touch Oliver."

"I actually suspect that they were frightened by your arrival rather than wanting to attack Oliver."

T-BUG's voice sounded in the communication: "In the picture I saw, when they were surrounding you, many young guys were trembling in their legs. It's not so much that they are coming to trouble you. After seeing you, they were afraid that you would cause trouble for them, so they gathered people to come and have a look."

"When they kicked me out of the Sixth Street Gang, everyone was so awesome that even my father and sister couldn't save me if I dared to come back. Now it seems that the people of the Sixth Street Gang have also fallen. "

Oliver, who was at the center of the previous conflict, had no special thoughts about this matter. He just shook his head with regret: "I also saw the one who screamed the loudest when they kicked me out of the Sixth Street Gang. Well, I originally thought that when they wanted to punish me, I would attack him first, but in the end, the guy stayed back and didn't dare to say a word the whole time. I was really convinced that I still bear grudges against such a person. "

"There is nothing wrong with cherishing life."

Carl said: "Everyone has his own way of life."

"Maybe."

As Oliver said this, he saw sand and dust billowing in the distance, rushing towards them.

"That's.:"

When Jack looked at the dust, the first thing he thought of was a kind of weather: "Sandstorm?"

"No, those are the traces of a convoy passing by."

Oliver, who knew more about the bad land, said, steering the car, trying to avoid the convoy that was heading straight towards them: "Maybe it's just that the place we are in happens to be on their path, so I'll get out of the way." have a look."

Having said that, Oliver also knew that a normal convoy would not rush forward side by side like now, but as straight as a stick. The traces of cars running over like this can also make the car behind them feel better. In a place like Damn Earth, they were still driving someone else's car. If possible, he still wanted to avoid conflict.

Whenever it was his or Karl's car, he would dare to rush directly into it.

Whatever he didn't want to come, he came. Oliver had already turned, but the convoys that were rushing towards him turned around and continued to rush towards them.

"It's sure, it's the enemy."

Oliver looked in the rearview mirror at the convoy approaching rapidly from the rear left side, and quickly distinguished them.

The car you drive.

"Tingwei Colby C240T, the favorite car of homeless people."

"So, we are being troubled by homeless people?"

Jack heard the gunfire and howling from behind: "It can't be a night wanderer, right?"

"Who knows."

Karl figured out his last words: "But they have already shot, then there is nothing to say,

T-BUG, which cars are behind? "

"Six cars, your signal is not very good, so I can only connect to the camera installed on the front of the car and look behind.

The exact number of people is unclear. "

"It's okay, that's enough."

Jack took out the Saratoga, which was more suitable for this situation, opened the door, and jumped out.

The 'violent type' begins to regulate, and the synaptic accelerator activates.

In the sluggish time that Jack felt, his figure made incredible movements at the moment of leaping out. He turned over, pressed one hand on the roof of the car, pushed hard, and in an instant, he turned over On top of the car.

"Leave it to me."

The moment he spoke the words, he half-crouched on one knee on the roof of the car to steady himself, and Jack took the Saratoga and started shooting towards the back.

"Excuse me, Jack. I'll fix the car control system."

In the same slow motion, Karl closed the open door and lay on the seat with his eyes closed: "T-BUG, please help me access it."

"Already prepared."

In the flow of data, Karl saw the convoy chasing behind him.