Cyberpunk: 2075

David Martinez, now feels something is wrong.

No, it should be said that he has felt something wrong since he came out of his house.

David Martinez lives in the giant skyscraper H4 in the Santo Domingo district, an apartment building where most of the residents are low-level workers. Because he is used to the tired and numb gazes of others after get off work, David can keenly perceive different gazes.

For example, drug addicts, thieves, and, like now, those who have ulterior motives for him.

He is being targeted.

David believes in his feelings very much, and it is this feeling that has helped him grow up safely in Night City when his mother is too busy to take care of him and does not carry a gun with him.

David's eyes quickly swept across the street and finally noticed an NCPD police officer patrolling the street.

In the NCPD, patrol officers have the highest death rate and are the most unpopular positions, but it must be said that it is because of the existence of this group of patrol officers that the safety of the streets is guaranteed to a certain extent.

Although in today's Santo Domingo, the Sixth Street Gang may have the final say.

David walked towards the NCPD patrol officer, hoping to use the NCPD's deterrence to make the guy who might follow him retreat. In the past, he did this when he encountered something, either looking for the Sixth Street Gang or the NCPD. Compared with the lowest-level street gangs and scavengers, even the Sixth Street Gang and the corrupt NCPD are so amiable in front of ordinary citizens.

This trick that was always successful in the past does not seem to work well today.

David felt that even if he approached the NCPD patrol officer, the sense of being watched from behind did not subside, but became stronger.

He was not afraid of even the NCPD, so the person behind him was no longer an ordinary street gangster.

He didn't seem to have done anything, so why was he targeted?

If it weren't for the fact that he came out of the giant skyscraper H4 and the giant skyscraper H4 was behind him, David would have thought of running home directly.

No, I can't run home. If I run home, my address might be exposed. If the person following me is someone that the NCPD is not afraid of, then my mother will be in danger....

David touched his pocket. There was not much money in it, but it was enough to buy the cheapest disposable pistol in the street vending machine.

The plastic pistol worth five euros can only fire one bullet, but the power is still enough to kill a normal adult.

I have never fired a gun before, can I do it?

I must do it.

Encouraging himself in his heart, David walked past the NCPD police officer as if he was completely unaware that someone was following him. It's not that he didn't think about asking the NCPD police officer for help, but he also knew the nature of the NCPD police officers patrolling the streets;

If he really faced someone who was not afraid of the NCPD, the police officer might run faster than him, and might even push him to block the bullet, because the only thing the police officer could rely on was actually not much different from David, that is, the police uniform on his body.

Otherwise, would he still rely on the Lexington on his waist? Don't be ridiculous. With that gun, facing gang members who are not afraid of the NCPD, they might even laugh a few times.

When passing by the NCPD patrol officer, David tilted his head as if he was looking at the police officer, and it was this tilt that made him see the figure not far behind him.

Just a quick glance left a very deep impression on David, because the man behind him was a very sturdy man with black hair and a small braid behind his head. He was wearing a bulletproof jacket and his waist was bulging. Looking at the outline that was completely different from the Lexington, you can tell that the waist holster must be stuffed with a very powerful weapon.

Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck.

What's wrong with the man behind him who looks so strong at a glance? It's terrible!

What did I do to be targeted by such a person? This guy doesn't look like a scavenger. With that atmosphere and that posture, I would believe that he was a personal bodyguard of a company executive. How could a person of this level follow me?

David Martinez recalled his life in the past 17 years in a short moment, trying to find out why he was targeted by a tough guy.

But sadly, he couldn't find any possibility.

His life should be very ordinary.

He grew up in Santo Domingo, was a good boy and listened to his mother to study hard, and was admitted to Arasaka Academy. Although he was often rejected by the children of the rich and powerful in the academy, he was also an ordinary student until now. Why did he encounter such a thing?

A sentence flashed through David's mind.

In Night City, you never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

After David turned around, he kept the same pace as before, but he had made up his mind in action.

He walked to the vending machine on the street, bought a bottle of drink at random, and drank it pretending to be thirsty.

As soon as the drink entered his mouth, David felt something was wrong.

Because he was too nervous and concerned about the strong man behind him, he didn't pay attention to the movements of his hands, and he actually bought a small coke.

There was nothing wrong with the small coke, the problem was that David was not good at drinking carbonated drinks.

At this time, you can't care so much.

David kept his facial expression unchanged, for fear that the person behind him would notice, and then, as if he was just casually clicking, he clicked the button to buy disposable weapons on the weapon vending machine next to him.

Payment completed.

"Click."

The sound of plastic products falling made David's body stiffen for a moment. This sound was similar to the sound of a gun pulling the bolt, which scared him. He almost thought it was the person behind him pulling the bolt, but then he adjusted himself and pretended to be calm. He picked up the disposable weapon dropped from the vending machine, and then opened its packaging and held the weapon that could only fire one round firmly in his hand.

In fact, there are more expensive disposable weapons, which have 36 bullets, but the price is as high as 100 euros, which is not something David can afford.

One bullet, only one chance.

'Take a deep breath, David, take a deep breath. '

David comforted himself.

‘This weapon is not a Lexington. Think back to GG. Its bullets are powerful enough to penetrate ordinary trash bulletproof vests. The recoil is so strong that it is rumored to break the wrists of beginners. You must not be nervous, otherwise after firing, your hands may not be able to control the recoil and let the bullet fly. At that time, it’s over. ’

When David was holding the gun tightly, he felt the footsteps behind him approaching.

Did they come here after seeing his action of buying a gun!

Here, right here? !

David’s body was shaking slightly, but his hand holding the gun was still firm.

He gritted his teeth and was about to turn around, but he didn’t expect the footsteps to suddenly speed up, and then a big hand firmly grasped his hands holding the gun.

David, after all, is not experienced enough.

‘It’s over. ’

Just when David looked ashen and thought he was going to die today, the big man’s voice, which sounded like a suppressed smile, came from his side.

“David Martinez, your film selling incident has been exposed, come with me.”