Vol 8 Chapter 4: Bamboo Village and Dog

I officially met Takemura.
It's ridiculous. He doesn't know much about me, but I am already a little familiar with him. It's still in a situation where the two of us have never spoken.
So when I met him, I had a special sense of seeing old friends meeting.
And our Japanese guys are still bitter and bitter. The place we met was on the corner of the apartment, Jack’s Restaurant. I often come to this place. The food tastes so-so, and the environment and elegance are indifferent, but mainly Because of feelings, it is more sensational, it is the taste of childhood. The main reason why Takemura chose here was concealment. He is a bereaved dog, in the words of my teacher: a familiar wild dog.
The reason why it is so ugly is because it is so.
While we were talking about chips, wns news was playing on the TV at the counter, and Takemura’s attention was drawn.
The host invited the daughter of Saburo Arasaka, Hanako Arasaka, and you don’t need to guess that it must be an interview with Saburo’s death.
This dog called the mourning dog Takemura was very nervous, and our shopkeeper Tom cut the stage directly, preferring to play the advertisement instead of watching the host's slave face, he also muttered in great annoyance: "Fuck, where are the running dogs of Arasaka."
Hey, guess what, our friend Goro Takemura took a seat directly: "Hey! I heard it all."
Nonsense, I heard it too.
Tom: "Look, see, see your mother! Who wants to see this company's cheap approval except you."
Oh, Tom, scolding hard enough!
Takemura stood up almost ashen-faced, and pushed to the counter in three or two steps, seeing that it was about to cause trouble, "What did you say?" The Japanese accent was more funny when he was angry.
Tom rolled his eyes: "Don't pretend you didn't hear it!"
"listen……"
"No, black-faced dog, listen to me. It's because of people like you that the country has become such a professional. The family is gone, the job is gone, and even the dignity is gone. But as long as this place is still Lao Tzu's place. , Lao Tzu has the final say, finish your tea, and then get out of here!"
Keke, I have to say, "Forget it, Takemura."
Tom nodded at me, meaning to betray me.
Takemura came back with his head down. Although the expression on his face was still tense, the smell of a dog in the water became more and more serious.
People like him must be inseparable from capitalists. They can't be the upper class for a lifetime, but they boast that they have escaped from the bottom of the mud and floated in the air all their lives. People like him can do things together, but they don't have to Expect him to betray his master.
We may not be true friends. I am ready for this.
Takemura now considers himself a ghost of revenge. He wants to avenge Saburo as much as he can, and make the truth public, so that Lai Xuan will step down. He claims to have allies, and the only thing he lacks is the evidence he can take. In addition, a mercenary friend is needed, such as me.
He doesn't know what happened to me, he doesn't know that I also need to get information about the relic chip from him, this is the handle I hid. Now it seems that Takemura unilaterally asked me for help, so he kept his posture very low.
Among the news that our bereavement dog revealed to me, the most important thing is of course the inventor of the chip, Anders Herman. We all need to find him. I need to get the biochip production drawings from him. Takemura wanted to pry out some intelligence from this traitor, and then let him identify Lai Xuan's crime.
This Anders Herman, unfortunately, he defected, the world has evaporated, and in the entire Night City, there is only one person who can find him, the queen of the next life, Roger.
"V, you can only rely on this matter."
"I said, do you just ask me to do things for you so unreasonably?"
Takemura was still sullen, "I am penniless, and all my funds, my implants, have been taken away. If you can help me complete my revenge, I am willing to pay you back with my life."
Hey, one thing to say, Takemura's figure and looks are pretty good...
"...I will cut my belly in front of you to repay your great kindness."
"Don't don't don't, don't cut your belly, what a pity it is."
"I have sworn allegiance to Lord Saburo and cannot accept serving you as a master."
"Ah, don't be so rigid, Saburo is dead, and you are still a big living person, you still have a great life, why not, I will help you find Herman, and also help you to avenge Lai, but here For a while, I need you to be on call, how about? Help each other, shouldn't you refuse?"
Takemura was silent for a while.
Presumably, a capitalist dog like him can hardly accept the fact that he is a low-level like me. I can understand his inner struggle.
For him, the current choice is no less than a mental cut.
Perhaps I used the fig leaf of my friend to give Takemura the last face. He reluctantly agreed with me, and then he could not stay in front of me. He hurriedly said goodbye and disappeared in the shade of the tall building outside the door.
Johnny appeared on the seat in Takemura.
The talented Takemura had a serious face, and Johnny, his silly face always had a nasty look, he was also wearing coquettish sunglasses and he put his legs on the table.
When this person opened his mouth, he was the old world: quick-frozen dumplings, disgusting corners, in this respect, the city of Night has not changed at all.
Isn't that great? I'm afraid you, an old antique fifty years ago, can't accept the new era at once.
Irenicus: No, what I hope is change, even if the city of Night becomes ruin, it is better than it is now.
What can I say, you are an out-and-out lunatic.
Speaking of cyber lunatics, Regina has given me another news. There has been another cyber lunatic attack in the city. She hopes that I can go and deal with it quickly.
"Walking?" I asked Johnny Watson.
"Listen to you, Miss V."
...
"Hey, v, a group of construction workers woke up in the morning and found that their tools had blood stains and they were on strike. Their construction site was a parking lot. Gang activities there had been rampant, maybe it was gang violence, but I bet it was cyberpsychiatric. Yes, if I guess right, then you try to subdue the other party and leave the rest to me."
Yes, I arrived. In the construction site of the parking lot, the workers were running away when I came, UU reading www.uukanshu.com blood, burning cars, and a blindly wandering Cedric Mahler, this There are so many implants on the human body.
Johnny tweeted, "How are you going to deal with him?"
"This is not easy? Look, three, two, one—"
Bang.
Male was tired and went to sleep with an electric spark on his face.
Johnny was stunned for a while before he muttered to himself, "Awesome, I have never seen you such a powerful hacker. Where did you learn these? I bet that no reformer can support you in front of you. One minute."
"Thank you for the compliment, you know, the strongest is often the weakest. The greater the prosthetic modification rate, the more I can do."
"Isn't Adam Hammer a little baby in front of you?"
"You can say that, but we haven't met yet. And I have a hunch that we will meet the previous one after all."
After defeating Cedric, who was mad because of the lack of nerve blockers, I upgraded again and added attributes to my intelligence again. I felt that I understood the world more and more.
And Johnny made a sympathetic voice: Phew, really cool, what did you do?
Little magic, dear Johnny, just some little magic.
Johnny was very excited and curious: How good is your ability to take drugs? I didn't find it at all! Mind to talk about how you did it?
Screw you.
I observed the scene and saw the bodies of several innocent workers. At this time, the pocket watch in the inner pocket of my jacket vibrated, and I couldn’t help taking it out. The skeleton on the watch cover seemed to emit a cold gloom. It seems that there is a great secret that is about to appeal to the mouth, so I can't help but open the cover. The next moment, a huge space-time vortex spreads from the dial. Amidst the exclamations of me and Johnny, we shuttled to the cyber lunatic attack. The moment it happened.