Chapter 1009

In 2077, my city was named the worst in America.

Why? (hallucination: a lot of shoes)

because this is a fuckin 'night city.

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"V, here you are. What would you like to drink today?" The man behind the counter is wiping his glass. There are not many guests here. He always has time to wipe his glass.

"A Bacchus."

I sit on the bar stool and turn to look at the decoration in the shop. The style here is not like a bar, but like a youth travel company with warm feelings. There are no dim lights, flashing neon lights and strong music, only Beige wallpaper, and the corner is a long light tube. The light is sufficient and not dazzling.

On the ceiling spread black long thorny vines, holographic lamp ball dotted in the vines, are a star system look.

There are several pictures on the wall. In the middle of the picture, a child stands with a group of monsters, pretending to be cold faced, with a proud look between his eyes. Next to it is a picture of a family of three, two children and a young man.

The two children in the picture have grown up a lot now, and the young man is behind the counter now.

I have known this family for a long time. It should be said that this family pub has brought me a lot of warmth since I was a jerk.

"How are you these days?" The bartender asked such a question, but I was surprised. This person would never speak with such concern. It can be said that such a common sentence can make me a little flattered, ha.

"It's very good. I've just finished an order, but I'm not lucky. I didn't get the money." I took the glass and drank it down.

The music in the bar is very soft and the alcohol is relaxing. I can't help sleeping.

"Watson is surrounded by NCPD. I heard about that. And I know you've had a fight with a bunch of scavengers. Is that exhausting? You are too weak. " The bartender's words are still ugly.

"Hey! Are you serious? I've just had an exciting gunfight! You'll be dead at any time! "

The bartender put down his glass and looked at me seriously. "You are too weak, V. sooner or later, you will die in a dark alley in the night city, just like those gangsters who make trouble all day long."

That's too bad. At least I'm a good mercenary now. How can I accept such insults?

I was going to jump on the counter immediately to make an eloquence, when a gray haired man came out of the kitchen, holding a plate, "Miss V, nice to see you again."

"Mr. wolf, who are you going to deliver food to?"

Perhaps we should briefly introduce the person in front of us, so as not to make people ignore his existence.

The man named wolf is the chef of this tavern. He is not tall - in fact, he is a little short, but he is a mature man. He has a free hand on one arm and a long gray hair tied up. My intuition tells me that this man must have a long history. He is not like a warm cook in the back kitchen, but more like a retired butcher.

"A midnight snack for the children."

"Haven't they finished school yet?"

"Some of the children stayed to study."

Night city is a wild land with advanced civilization. Let's just say that you can find cutting-edge technology, the best goods, meet the most wonderful people and experience the most outrageous adventures here. But you can't find a good school here. Children from rich families can send them out early. It's better to go to Europe or the east coast than to go to a place like night city.

The owner of this bar, the bartender, came to the night city to settle down in his early years, and found a way to set up a community school. All the children who came to school were from ordinary families, and many poor children also came here.

We don't have to worry about getting the best education resources here, but the most important thing is safety. We don't have to worry about children's going to school being affected by the gang fire, or being killed by a suit dog, let alone the attack of cyber psychosis. The most important thing is that the tuition is cheap. If you are too poor to wear pants, you don't have to pay any tuition fees. It's a good place to take care of two meals a day.

Is night city really rotten? Every time I come to this bar, I feel that there is still hope.

After a few words of greeting with the wolf, I felt much better and decided not to be angry with the bird man behind the counter.

However, the man seemed not to let me go, "V, you are so weak, don't go out tomorrow."

"Hello, have you taken any gun medicine today?"

"I'm advising you." The bartender said, "fate has opened its fangs in front of you. Don't bump into it so foolishly. At least, you should have the power to protect yourself."

"Are you sure you're ok? Why are you so busy today? Have you taken any medicine? "

The bartender looked at me with unspeakable pity. "Look at you, V, a street boy from Haywood. In this world, from the bottom, why do you think you can make it? With your pretty face? These days, you can change a face hundreds of times more beautiful than you by looking for a prosthetic doctor. There is nothing to be praised about you. If you were not my regular customer, I would not even say these words to you. "I admit I'm a little angry. Although the bartender is half a round older than me, it's embarrassing for him to put on such a condescending look.

"I'm not here to quarrel with you. If you want to say something, you don't have to hide it like this. Just say it."

The bartender, as if struggling, handed me a chip and said, "try it."

"What is this?"

"The chip for training can at least make you die less miserable in this city."

Out of trust, I connected the chip to my neural port, and then for a while, I fell into a coma, woke up again, and lay on the counter.

"Damn it, old deer, is your chip poisonous?" I was a little bit confused when I said this, including the following sentence, "how long did I sleep?"

When I came in, the clock on the wall said ten. Now it's ten twenty-one. I had a simple conversion, and almost slept for nine minutes.

"Eleven hours and fifty-seven minutes." The bartender across the counter said so quietly.

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I was stunned. "I slept all day?"

Then Jack's phone calls in, "V, are you awake? Don't sleep. I have a big deal with you! "

At this time, I didn't care to talk to Jack, but I was very angry that I had been sleeping on the counter all night. "Are you just watching me sleep on my stomach? Don't say you won't move me to the sofa. You won't give me a blanket? Lao Lu, if you want my life, just say it

The bartender blinked. "Looking at you sleeping, I think of the students lying on the table."

"Don't change the subject! Your chip is poisonous

The bartender shakes his head. "Don't be ignorant, little girl. With this thing, as long as you are diligent, you can become the most powerful person in the night city in less than a month!"

I was just about to refute. At this time, a new system operation interface appeared in the vision of the artificial eye, showing the five dimensional attributes of my task: body 3, reaction 3, technology 6, intelligence 6 and calmness 4.

The bartender seemed to be able to read his mind. At this time, he explained: "this is your character's special interface. You can accumulate experience through training and practice. After upgrading, you can obtain attribute points and expertise points, which can be used to upgrade your attributes and expertise. I advise you to upgrade yourself as much as possible before making a big deal, and then get a good outfit when you have money. Look at that guy you're holding in your hand, Xinxing Zulun? Damn it, in the night city, this is the six-year-old gift of a child! "