When the last ray of light of the day moved away from the western wasteland, the setting sun was driven away, and the densely packed colorful neon lights began to work, making the city even more dazzling than during the day.
The rain curtain fell, and heavy rain began to fall throughout the Nuyo Bay area.
One section after another of suspended light rails shuttles through the Night City, with various neon lights reflecting light on them.
It rained heavily outside the carriage, but instead, countless neon lights refracted and reflected in the rain curtain, making the colors even more brilliant.
Looking up, all the high-rise buildings are filled with scrolling advertisements and promotional videos.
There are everything from formal distilled water advertisements to informal advertisements with the surname Ou or Copper.
Most of the people inside the suspended light rail carriages are dressed in formal attire, as well as a small number of fringe people with mohawk-like hair and colorful dyes.
Here, almost everyone has a data interface on the back of their neck with a chip inserted. There is an auxiliary chip in their brain, allowing almost everyone to have the ability to have photographic memory.
A brain with a chip installed is similar to a supercomputer controlled directly by thoughts.
In this era, almost everyone has undergone prosthetic transformation, but some people only have a brain-compensation interface modified, and some people only have a brain modified.
"Dear citizens, please be aware that a large number of citizens have recently reported the existence of gangs that specialize in stealing brain-computer interface chips. Please install the chip anti-pop-out device. If you have no conditions, you can use electrical tape to stick to the interface first..."
The announcer's voice came from the train, mixed with an electric noise.
A student with a punk haircut and a stark college uniform seemed to be playing music in his head. He kept shaking his right leg and shaking his head to a certain rhythm.
But he kept his eyes on everyone on the train. Someone had his brain chip stolen from him during the day, which made him realize that he could not connect to the classroom network when he started class.
Because of this, he was ridiculed so much that he got into a fight out of anger, and was later called a parent.
Ultimately, it was because his brain interface chip was stolen.
Moreover, the basic price of such a chip has reached 200 euros, which is his pocket money for nearly more than a month. It is also a huge sum of money for him who does not live a very wealthy life.
"It was detected that the cyber maniacs began to massacre indiscriminately, and the violent terrorist mobile teams began to dispatch, and all aircrafts gave way. Repeat, the violent terrorist mobile teams began to dispatch to eliminate the cyber maniacs..."
Several aircraft filled with metallic textures flew past the suspended light rail, and the sound of sirens woke everyone on the light rail from their high spirits.
The Terrorist Mobile Team is Night City's top elite special military department, designed to deal with the most dangerous terrorists, super criminals and cyber maniacs.
The aircraft drove into the rain curtain with searchlights on, but the people on the carriage could not see anything. The rain curtain and the neon lights of light pollution obscured all sight.
But in this distracted moment, he felt a chill on his neck. When he touched the interface again, he found that the chip he just bought had been stolen again.
He turned his head quickly and found a bunch of white hair disappearing at the end of the carriage.
"Don't even think about running away!" His face turned a little red with anger, and he rushed over regardless.
"The chip I just bought!"
Damn it, he forgot to put electrical tape on the brain-computer interface first. Maybe the chip he just bought will be stolen again, which is equivalent to two months of pocket money being stolen in one day.
"So get away another way..."
The music that was just playing was still ringing in the boy's brain-computer interface. He didn't even have time to turn off the music and rushed over as quickly as possible.
"Woooooooo~"
Amidst the rain in the city, sirens are heard constantly.
The sound of gunfire, explosions, and screams reached my ears. Even the pouring rain could not stop this crazy sound.
It wasn't until half an hour later that all the sounds stopped, leaving only the sound of the aircraft taking off and the sound of rain.
The corpses of police officers were scattered in the rain, turning the ground red, while the crazed cybermaniac's head exploded and he knelt on the ground.
The rest will be handled by the corpse collection team, which cleans up the corpses left by the police officers and cybermaniacs.
The Golden King was wandering in the rain. Since he came to this world in the morning, he spent the next half day on the Internet to learn about it.
"This city really makes me feel sick and numb." The Golden King stood on the top of the building, with an abyss dozens of stories high in front of him. "This city was originally a contract break..."
He took one step forward and fell into the abyss.
After collecting the bodies, Gloria secretly hid a military-grade prosthetic body in her coat.
Her fiery red single ponytail was caked together in the rain, and her large coat was soaked.
This is the easiest way to earn extra money when doing corpse collection work, because many corpses on the scene may be in pieces. If the corpse collector is lucky, he can easily steal a lot of chips and small prosthetics.
What she stole was the cybermaniac's most expensive prosthetic body, a military grade IV Sian Westan attached to his spine.
This kind of prosthetic body can temporarily increase the user's nerve reflex speed by four times, making the user feel as if they are entering four times the time acceleration.
The price of this prosthetic body on the black market is 130,000 euros. If you meet a buyer who needs it urgently, the price may be higher.
She needs money, very much. Starting next year, the tuition fee at Huangban College will rise to 120,000. Plus various software upgrade fees, tuition and miscellaneous fees, and living expenses, her son studying at Huangban College will have a year-long tuition fee.
The cost will be more than 200,000.
As for herself, if she didn't engage in such illegal transactions, she wouldn't be able to earn even 100,000 yuan a year from the work she took on.
She knew that her son was one of the top geniuses in Huangban Academy. She had had enough of the torture of life, and she just hoped that her son could climb to the top of Night City step by step and become a member of the company.
Instead of wandering in the gray area like her, trying her best to survive all her life.
It didn't take long for Gloria to receive 100 euros in wages from the middleman. In Night City, even the work of collecting corpses was outsourced layer by layer, and she was deducted at least six times in the hands of the lowest-level corpse collectors.
It's just that she doesn't care about this little wage. Compared with the 130,000 yuan in her arms, this little wage is nothing.
She skillfully returned to her apartment through a passage, and along the way she encountered gunfights, shouting in the street, and indiscriminate killings by gang members who were high.
Finally, she began to approach the H4 apartment in the skyscraper where she was located.
"Ma'am, I think we should have a chat."
Gloria turned her head hurriedly, and she only saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather tie. This man had a blond slicked back hair and looked like a top noble.
She took the business card of the man in front of her, which clearly read "Secretary to the Minister of Counterintelligence——Golden King Keena".