Chapter 62 V
"Lucy, how do you plan to spend your vacation? Do you want to go to the tattoo shop with Rebecca, or to the nail salon?" Leon looked at Lucy and asked.

Lucy shook her head. She was not like Rebecca who would always put fancy patterns on her prosthetic limbs and weapons. Every mark on her body had its own unique meaning.

Some are to commemorate their new life, and some are to commemorate their deceased family members and friends.

In Lucy's view, tattoos are just a way for her to remember something unforgettable from the body to the depths of her soul.

"I heard there's a new Mewtwo club opening in the Highwood area. They have some new Moon Mewtwo videotapes. Do you want to come with me?"

Lucy gave Leon a charming smile. Watching the moon video with Leon in her spare time had become part of her holiday plan.

"I will."

Leon smiled, but his nerves were not completely relaxed. Looking at the tall towers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Leon knew that a new struggle had just begun!
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Three months later.

Watson District, Little Chinatown, skyscrapers.

#StanleyRadio: Good morning, Night City!
Yesterday's dead body lottery ended with a full thirty! Thanks to the endless gang fights, ten of them were killed in Heywood alone.

But one police officer is also dead. I think you all will have to pay compensation because the NCPD will definitely not be able to swallow this.

Santo Domingo suffered another power outage. The power grid was damaged, again by cyber hackers. #
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Stanley's emotional and noisy voice came from the radio, which made V, who was already having a headache and feeling unwell, feel very irritated.

He got up in a bad mood, walked over to turn off the radio depressedly, then went to the mirror to look at his face.

As handsome as ever, V is still the wanderer boy with dreams and hopes of making a name for himself.

V's real name is Vincent. He is a wanderer from the Buckle family. After leaving the protection of his family, V decided to come to Night City to realize his ambitions!

During this time he met some close friends, such as Jack Wells, Misty, Mrs. Wells, and the prosthetic doctor Victor.

V, who made a lot of money by selling a rare iguana from the Antilles, originally lived a pretty good life.

Until yesterday, he and his good brother Jack Wells took a job and rescued a female company dog ​​who was accidentally infected with an unknown virus.

"This is really fucked up. Have I been infected with some unknown virus?" V covered his head, where the pain had subsided a little, and made a holographic call to Jack.

[Hello! My dear Bro, how was your sleep last night? ] Jack Wells, speaking with a strong Spanish accent, was dancing on the dance floor.

"Jack, I feel sick."

After V explained the situation to Jack Wells, Jack immediately expressed his willingness to accompany him to Old V's clinic to take a closer look at his physical condition.

[I'll be waiting for you downstairs, and I'll give you a big surprise, hehe! Come quickly.] Jack's voice was full of excitement.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

After hanging up the phone, V recalled the details of rescuing Sandra Dorsett from the scavengers last night. He remembered that he connected to the other party's biological signal, and then he felt something was wrong.

"That woman is obviously pretty and has a good figure, so how come she has a neurological virus in her brain?" V was in a very bad mood.

He doesn't have the medical insurance of the trauma team. The mercenaries of the LA company can go to the hospital for treatment when they are injured while working, but V can only go to Lao Wei for treatment. Although Lao Wei is kind and generous, V knows that he can't always trouble him like this.

After a simple wash, V put on a brown work jacket and walked downstairs. This was a skyscraper in Little Chinatown, with hundreds of rental houses.

"Hey! V, I'm here!"

Jack Wells was sitting at a snack stand table, eating wheat noodles with relish.

Jack Wells, the son of Heywood, looks and dresses like a Japanese samurai on the street, with a silly bun tied at the back of his head, which is very personal.

"Hey Jack, why do you always come here to eat? Is this mixture of industrial waste really so delicious?" V said bluntly in front of the stall owner.

Fortunately, the boss was too lazy to argue with V. He just glanced at V fiercely with an expression that said, "Eat it if you want, get out if you don't."

"Why? Is that the only good thing you've ever eaten?"

Jack slurped the wheat flour that could be used to make ethanol 2 fuel with great relish, smacking his lips and saying:
"Didn't you say you were a wanderer from outside the city? How could a group of people who pick up food from the garbage dump get anything good to eat?"

"Screw you. If we wanderers are lucky, we can occasionally eat some good game, such as wild deer meat, or drink some fish soup."

Speaking of this, V recalled a bowl of noodles he had eaten many years ago.

The thick yellow pasta is soaked in rich beef brisket sauce and fried sauce, topped with tender tenderloin and shredded pork belly, and served with a bowl of milky yellow soup made from giant salamander!

This is what we call delicious food.

"cut."

Jack Wells clicked his tongue, thinking that V was just bragging. After finishing his noodles, he pointed to the medical center behind him.

It was the first medical center in Night City, rebuilt by LA Company at a cost of tens of billions of euros. It was also the base camp of the trauma team in Night City.

Whenever any dignitaries in the city were injured, they would basically be sent here. As a result, the Watson District gradually began to prosper, with countless powerful people coming and going every day.

"See, V? Watson is becoming the private property of LA Company. If you want to get jobs and do business here, you either have to join LA Company as a mercenary, or become a legend and let those middlemen contact you!"

As the son of Heywood, Jack's ambition is to become a famous legend in Night City, preferably one whose name can even be included in the bar menu.

"Now if you want to take ordinary jobs in Watson, you won't make much money. You have to do something big to make a name for ourselves!"

V nodded. This was the truth.

Currently, under the protection of the LA company's security forces and the NCPD, there is basically no particularly valuable work in the Watson District, so it can be left to individual mercenaries.

Most of the ordinary people in Watson District went to work in the LA company's factory to screw screws. They worked eight hours a day, then went home to rest after get off work and had two days off on weekends. The work was easy and free.

If V hadn't vowed to make a name for himself in Night City, he would have wanted to just lie down in the LA company's factory. After all, any employee of the LA company has medical insurance from the trauma team.

This treatment is much better than most elite mercenaries in Night City, even V is envious!

(End of this chapter)