High-end apartment in the elevator.

Tang Yu took out the JKE-X2 Qianxin pistol from his pocket, this is the guy he went back to the room to get just now.

The technical pistol, issued by Arasaka, can be used as a submachine pistol in multiple bursts, and carries a black metal magnetic storm warhead, which is claimed to be the power to harness lightning.

"This is in Night City, and dogs will be shot twice when they walk on the road"

Tang Yu checked the magazine and bore with one hand, then took the gun in his hand and turned it horizontally and vertically twice, and then came to a few clean shooting and aiming movements, looking for the feeling of the year.

In the end, he turned the gun upside down, and his tone didn't seem to be very satisfied: "In addition to being able to monitor vital signs, there is no difference between the rest and the waste, the rate of fire is average, the power pulls the hips, there is a small family strength everywhere, and lightning power, that's it?" ”

Although he didn't like this pistol, it was enough for Tang Yu to defend himself at night.

The elevator stops on the first floor.

Tang Yu pinned the gun to his waist, turned on the music and ran along the street, burying his head in the reckless.

The night of Night City always shines illusory under the colorful blue, purple and pink neon lights, like a brilliant magic pearl embedded in the West Coast.

What Tang Yu saw was that in this bright light, it was full of light and shadow bombs thrown by capital, which no longer eroded your eyes, ears and even nerves all the time.

Whether it's the giant floating car loitering over the city center, or the neon beam that goes straight into the sky, or the holographic giant projection between the high-rise buildings, or even the big streets and alleys, elevator cubicles, all of them are being advertised.

Tang Yu had just raised his head, and not far above, a huge electronic advertising screen of a skyscraper was playing food advertising endorsements.

The weird thing is that the head of the advertising spokesperson is a lump of chicken, two poached eggs are compared to glasses on the left and right, the mouth is made of two sausages, a pile of raw grass on the head, a fat sausage necklace around the neck, and a product similar to ham sausage in his hand is sold to the audience in front of the TV.

"Please try our latest delicacy!"

The final cover of the ad shows that the product is from Whole Foods, a localized food production company in Night City.

In order not to be harassed by advertisements, Tang Yu had to bow his head and try his best to focus on the road on which he was going.

When passing by an adult goods store on the side of the road, the light and shadow advertisements at the door project the ground, and the concave and convex and charming curves are played on a 24-hour loop.

"A new and upgraded version of the behavior chip, take your partner to enjoy the world you have never experienced, what are you hesitating about..."

No matter how much Tang Yu protected his eyes, he still couldn't dodge the advertising bullet, which made Tang Yu, who hadn't run two steps yet, feel inexplicably irritable.

He stopped and sighed helplessly.

"I just want to be clean and clean, why is it so difficult to simply run and relax?"

"I really can't do it, so I can only buy a treadmill at home"

But Tang Yu doesn't like the feeling on the treadmill, he enjoys the coolness of the breeze, likes to watch the different scenery in front of him disappear on both sides, and runs freely and unrestrainedly.

After all, he chose to go out for a night run, in addition to improving his physical fitness, it is more important to relax his mood, rather than being more upset.

"I really can't do it, so I can only run to the seawall a little farther away, which is more remote, and the sea surface is cleaner than the land, but it is more remote."

Tang Yu, who had made up his mind, did not stop at the lively street of Little Chinatown, touched the pistol in his pocket, turned around and accelerated towards the seawall.

An hour later.

Tang Yu gasped and came to the embankment road to the south, where there were many fewer pedestrians than the neighborhood, and he could only see scattered street boys gathering together to smoke cigarettes and chatting privately.

Some of them cast unfriendly glances at Tang Yu, but when they saw the humble gun on Tang Yu's waist, they seemed to retract their malice thoughtfully.

Tang Yu didn't want to be disturbed by anyone now, so he continued to run forward and stopped at a railing facing the sea.

There were no figures wandering around, and in front of him was an endless black sea, with many merchant ships passing and a neon city in the background.

The only fly in the ointment that Tang Yu felt was that garbage such as plastic silicone electric panels were piled up randomly next to the beach embankment.

Fortunately, the tip of the nose is wrapped in a salty cool sea breeze, and there is no strange smell.

Tang Yu took off his headphones and stood by the railing of the embankment, listening to the waves crashing on the shore, which really soothed the depression in his heart.

This time he was very tired, but Tang Yu unexpectedly found that his physical endurance was indeed good, and he could quickly run such a long way without the blessing of sports prosthetics.

Although it is not as close to heaven and earth as after the transformation of the prosthetic, it is obvious that there is a fusion talent in it, and his life point only costs a little.

Tang Yu thought that endurance was not the most urgently needed ability at the moment, so he just added a little experimentally.

He was more looking forward to a simulation of Mann's life, and the big man would definitely be able to simulate a stronger fighting talent.

So he left two points and kept an eye on what happened to Mann's team, so that he could strike at the right time and change Mann's fate in the same way that he changed David's life.

But in Tang Yu's opinion through this run, the endurance talent is indeed very widely applicable, and almost all high-intensity battles are inseparable from this foundation.

"If you can't hold on to a cigarette, you can wash and prepare to lie down in the graveyard."

He didn't want to be a real man for just five seconds.

The optimism in his mentality made Tang Yu can't help but raise his arms high, stretch out his ten fingers vigorously, and roar directly into the sky.

"Night City!"

"Your Emperor!"

"It's back!!"

Tang Yu didn't care about everything around him at the moment, and even the explosion of the nuclear bomb couldn't make him suppress the wildness in his heart.

He is proud, loving, and fearless.

Blame it, this damn city, has Johnny's life, V's life, Jack's life, and all the cyberpunk people's lives.

has his own legendary life.

Tang Yu shouted exaggeratedly, but he was quickly blown away by the sea breeze and drifted away in a farther direction.

At this time.

On the pier at the southernmost end of the seawall, someone was attracted by the shout and looked sideways in the direction from which the sound came.

"Is that you?"

Lucy was wearing a white sweatshirt and hat leaning against the railing, lightly holding a half-lit cigarette between her right fingers, and followed the voice to find that it was Tang Yu, and a trace of vigilance flashed in her indifferent eyes.

She didn't expect to see him in this kind of place at this point in time, but judging from what the other party did, she shouldn't have noticed that there were people around, let alone herself.

"Emperor?"

"It's back"

Hearing Tang Yu's almost childish shouts and metaphors, I unconsciously associated it with Tang Yu's previous impression of the company's top executives who showed power.

only to find that the two seem to be completely incompatible.

Lucy didn't know why Tang Yu would run to the seawall at this time and do such a logical and unreasonable thing.

But when she saw Tang Yu, who turned to leave, running with a gun in his hand, she smiled a little bit.

"Are you Mr. Tang from Arasaka, or yourself"

Lucy snuffed out the cigarette in her hand, extinguished the last bit of light around her, and completely melted into the night, but her neon-like ice blue eyes still watched him leave.