Vol 7 Chapter 977: Nobody, or famous?

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When he came out of the Laowei store, Jack sent me a text message to urge me. It seemed that he was really anxious to wait. After all, replacing the prosthesis is a long thing. I also hate waiting for someone else's tooth extraction operation. Jack is impatient with me. A thousand percent understanding—then I saw Jack lying on a chair with Misty kneeling beside him.
This kid is obviously very laid-back!
I have to say that I was really out of anger, so I planned to hide outside the door to eavesdrop on the conversation between these two men.
Misty: "Your heart chakra is a little out of balance, baby, I can help you release it..."
I was shocked at that time, Jack, you are going to have a chance!
Misti is the only person who pretends to be a witch on her knees and talking. She has a thin and well-proportioned figure, jet-black eye shadow, moist lip pods, short pink hair that reveals the unruly post-modern superstitions, and her upper body is always in strapless clothes. Do not change, there is always a pair of mesh stockings on the legs. When she talks to people, she is always full of heart chakras and energy fields, which is half-understandable.
In fact, I personally really want to repeat what Mi Mi’s said, but it is unavoidable that some nasty people take it as a hint, so here is a brief summary of Jack’s reaction: "Oh... ah?... Well, it will change. hard……"
In order to prevent my story from going through trial, I decided to stand up justly, "Hey, Jack!"
"Oh!" Jack really woke up, "You came to V. I talked with Dexter just now. He is waiting for you in the car. He will be there in two or three steps. Not far away, right next to Gramsci Burger. ."
Misty stood up and smiled at me. She has always been so charming, her temperament is like that sphinx hairless cat in the back alley, with a subtle mythical temperament in her cunning. In contrast, Jack looks Just a stupid man.
Jack has a very silly feeling. One important factor is his hairstyle. It’s so weird. It’s really reflective, with a little braid in the middle, slippery on the forehead, and a pinch of mouse hair on top. It looks like he’s retired and re-employed. The ancient Japanese samurai (Note: Actually not, just use it as an inappropriate metaphor.)
In short, it is very energetic.
Then when I saw the black-skinned fat Jesus, I had to admit one thing. I thought Jack’s hairstyle was really sloppy. This fat man named Dexter has a weird hairstyle.
Perhaps my aesthetic is still stuck in the 1970s and 1980s.
The first sentence of Dexter's meeting was "Miss V, it's an honor, why do you smell like gunpowder? You just had a fight with someone?"
"Nothing, passing by a group of troubled tiger paw gang gangsters, shot a few casually."
"Oh, that's the case. Haha, let's drive." He patted the horse in the front seat, "Before we talk about business, I will ask you individually."
"Hmm." I admit that I was a little absent-minded at the moment. Through the smoke of the cigar in Dexter's hand, I have been paying attention to this person's hairline-it is really high.
"Are you willing to be a nameless person, live in peace and die in bed with a urinary tube? Or even if you live less than 30 years old, do you want to stay in history?"
This is a good question.
In the city of night, people who do our business will encounter this problem sooner or later. If every city has a main tone, some are struggle, some are friendship, some are old-age care, then in the city of night, become The legend of the nightclub in the next life is undoubtedly the lifelong dream of every mercenary and even street gangsters.
If I lie, I would say to Dexter: "I am willing to be ordinary."
If I were to tell the truth, it would undoubtedly be, "The name is left in history. In the City of Night, you will either climb up or fall into the mud."
But I don’t like being led by the nose, "What do you want to say?"
"Just chatting, don't go to your heart."
"But how do I feel that there is something in the words?"
"No, no, this is called Ms. Philosophy V."
"Haha, it's funny."
Dexter decided to talk about business. In the same way, in order to avoid redundancy, I briefly summarized the same thing: There was a customer who needed someone to steal a biochip from Arasaka—it would be underestimated. Because of the difficulty of the task, or another way of saying it: Someone wants us to steal his hair from the king’s house.
Arasaka, the Japanese company, the absolute ruler of Night City, is a company capable of launching a world war. Let’s put it this way, it is not a problem to compare Arasaka to a nobleman, and it is not a problem to compare the owner of Arasaka to a king. It is not a problem to compare the enemies of Arasaka to anti-thief.
The fat black man looked calm and calm, and it looked like an understatement, as if there was nothing in this city that could tell him to change his color.
Is this the boss?
I was a little bit envious in my heart, but after all I couldn’t show my timidity, "No problem, I'll leave this to you." First, I packed the tickets, and then the conversation changed, "But..."
Fatty Hei laughed, "But it’s a bit difficult? It’s okay. I figured it out early in the morning. The plan is perfect. You just need to do what I said. First of all, the lads of the vortex help have something to do with me... Second, ours. The client also needs you to blend with her personally..."
All the nonsense in the world can be streamlined~EbookFREE.me~ Dexter said so much, just two meanings, one, tell us to go to the whirlpool to help get a robot called a small flat head, this will be this action The second priority is to ask me to talk to a woman named Evelyn Parker. She is the initiator of the operation and wants to meet me, a mercenary.
After accepting these tasks, the car almost reached its destination. Before leaving, Dexter asked again, "By the way, Ms. V, unknown, or famous?"
I did not answer.
This will get out of the car.
The moment I got out of the car, a large amount of experience appeared in my sight-I forgot to mention this thing. The thing given to me by the surname Lu allows me to gain experience in both study and practice. After the Tiger Claw helped the gangsters passionately shoot, it also gave me an experience.
Then I found myself upgraded, and now I have an attribute point and a specialty point.
I still need to introduce it briefly, because this special upgrade system given to me by someone Lu is a little bit complicated, and there is a second-level specialty menu under the five-dimensional attributes (physical, calm, reactive, technical, and intellectual).
Although the actual operation is not too cumbersome, it may take a long time to introduce it carefully. In short, I have no patience to write so much-I don't want to read such a long nonsense in my autobiography in the future.
The attribute points brought by the upgrade have been added to my intelligence. Anyway, being smart is a good thing.
At the moment of upgrading my attributes, I felt a tremor from the spinal cord. The cerebral cortex was like a layer of static electricity running on a wrinkled quilt in winter, and I had a very refreshing experience, such as drinking a cup of mint iced tea.
This feeling--
Oh, I gradually understand everything...
The phone rang-it was Jack, he interrupted my exclusive moment