Start in Night City

Think about it again. The basement of this black shop is where the scavenger performs operations on ordinary people.

It goes without saying.

There are as many as eight hundred black shops like this in Night City.

For money, they don't have any bottom line.

"Come on, the taxi I called is parked outside. I'll take you to meet Regina."

Max nodded.

Then spit out a bunch of filth.

"Are you OK?"

Max seemed to want to speak.

Still vomiting.

Lidya Su grabbed him from behind.

Lest he fall on his own vomit.

Finally, after a while, Max couldn't vomit anymore and could only retching.

Su Xiao picked up Max, whose legs were as weak as noodles, and dragged him into the called Delamain taxi.

Then handed him a bottle of mineral water.

I rinsed my mouth and drank some more water.

Max's face finally looked better.

"By the way, where are you taking me now?"

After Max regained his composure, he suddenly discovered that the direction Delamain's taxi was heading was not his apartment.

"Take you to see Regina before this commission is over."

"Can I get off here? Actually, I feel like I'm in good health. I don't have to rub against your car anymore."

Su Xiao glanced sideways at Max.

"Then will you go find Regina yourself?"

Max paused: "I said I would, do you believe it?"

"If you hadn't stopped, I might still believe it, but of course I don't believe it now."

Max slumped in his seat.

"Why do you seem so hostile to Regina? Is it my imagination?"

Max's tone sounded particularly cynical.

"If it were you, my companion and mentor who once held high the banner of justice would have vowed to report all injustices and fight against the darkness of this world."

"It didn't take long for her to change her identity and become a middleman in the underground world. She was complicit in the dirty and filthy world. She dealt with all kinds of religions and sects. She wiped the company's butt. The camera no longer recorded justice and justice, but turned into a lie. machine, what would you think if it were you?"

Lidya Su said without hesitation.

"Has she ever hurt her friends or innocent people?"

Max hesitated.

"No...no, but now she even refuses jobs from the company."

Su Xiao spread her hands: "If you have money to take it, why not do it? As long as you don't hurt innocent people, as long as you have a clear conscience."

Max sat up.

"But……

"

"Max, you know what? Before the time comes, resisting rashly may only end up with a bloody head."

Max said unconvinced.

"But at least our sacrifice can leave history and be remembered by others."

Lidya Su shook her head.

"Believe me, it won't happen. At most, it will be enough for some people to chat after dinner."

Think back to when Johnny Silverhand brought a nuclear bomb to blow up Arasaka Tower, how heroic that was!

Then what?

Decades later, the city respectfully invited Arasaka back.

There is no shortage of journalists like Max in this city.

The company's field agents and security forces often treat their bodies as if they were suicides or accidents.

These reporters did die.

but……

No one remembers their sacrifice.

Many people don't even know what their death means.

Regina must have figured this out too.

Then I changed my career to become a middleman.

Compared to when I was a reporter.

At least now she has a few mercenary teams and some liquidity.

more importantly.

Regina's hands were filled with dirty information about the company.

She can sell biotechnology information to Arasaka...

You can also instruct your mercenary team to deliberately retreat in front of the military technology people, and then drop the chip containing Arasaka's intelligence...

Or go to a designated Chinese restaurant in Little Chinatown and swap the buns with military technology information chips inside for the buns you ordered.

Max thinks Regina is a middle-man who is willing to get his hands dirty.

But in Lidya Su’s opinion.

Now Regina finally made the company feel a slight threat.

There may be a disdainful feeling among corporate dogs that middlemen are nothing more than hyenas fighting over bones.

But any corporate dog with a brain will never ignore the existence of middlemen.

Max was silent.

He didn't expect Lidya Su's answer to be like this.

What made him think even more was what was behind.

"Max, you think you are great, but in fact, in the eyes of the company, you are just a buzzing fly. They will not lose sleep because of media reports. What they are afraid of is the heavy intelligence in the hands of the middlemen. kind of"

Max took a deep breath and sighed.

He couldn't accept Lidya Su's point of view completely at once.

But I have to admit that Lidya Su is right.

"Well, let's say you have a point."

"No need to make assumptions, what I said makes sense." Seeing that Max still seemed a little hesitant, Su Xiao patted Max on the shoulder, "Go see Regina, don't just listen to what she says, see her with your own eyes. How it’s done.”

Max finally made up his mind.

Nod in agreement.

After sending Max to Regina's safe house, Su Xiao left.

A few minutes later.

Regina called.

"Su, you are so amazing. What did you say to that stubborn donkey? He actually told me that he wanted to try to cooperate with me for a while."

Seeing that Regina was in a good mood, Lidya Su also made a joke with her.

"It's nothing, just a little bit of magic. Muggles like you won't understand."

"Under normal circumstances, I would have thought you were joking, but today...I can't say, maybe you really graduated from Hogwarts."

After the joke was over, Lidya Su said seriously.

"Don't let him down, Regina."

Regina also responded seriously: "Don't worry, I will."

Chapter 180 We found a traitor (4K)

Haywood.

Inside the priest's stronghold.

Marcus was chatting and blowing water with his companions.

But he saw the priest coming from the other side.

"Marcus."

"Hello, Father, what's wrong?"

Marcus and his companions quickly stood up respectfully.

The priest's men all respected the priest.

It’s not just that the priest gave them a job.

Also give them adequate remuneration and dignity.

Brown-skinned Latinos and black-skinned African-Americans face the same discrimination in this land.

Strange to say.

Racism is like a curse on this land.

From the first shot of independence in 1775, to the United States being recognized as independent by the King of England, to the largest civil war in the history of the United States, and finally to the present.

Three hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

But racial discrimination lingers like maggots in the tarsus.

Latinos have been equated with crime for a long time.

Latinos have a hard time finding decent jobs in almost any other urban area except Haywood.

Even in Haywood, Latinos didn't help Latinos.

More often than not, when fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they shoot each other in the back.

To say that the people who deceive Latinos the most are their own compatriots.

Marcus was grateful that he was chosen by the priest.

Because the priest is one of the few bosses here in Heywood who will not discriminate against his fellow citizens, and will also give him adequate compensation and respect.

"Fortunately, you're here. I'm going to go to the Wild Wolf Bar, but Carlo is sick. Can you drive?"

"Of course, Father."

Marcus quickly threw the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out.

The two came outside and got into a "Villefort Alvarado V4F570 Mission".

This is a six-wheel car, with four wheels in the front and two in the back.

Just by looking at the name, you can tell that it is produced by the "Villefort" automobile manufacturer.

The car is equipped with an engine that is enough to turn heads on the streets.

Despite its size, this is not a problem at all for the Alvarado's front twin axles.

Unfortunately, this innovative design is still not very reliable, requires constant maintenance, and is sometimes very expensive.