In the corner of the bar, White Night sits alone at a dirty table with a glass of beer in front of him.

Beer? Bar? Where is this and why am I here?

Bai Ye turned his head to look around, stunned.

The stench of fermentation filled the bar, and every table was crowded with three or four people except the corner where he was.

White Night could tell at a glance that these people were the dregs of society who had been immersed in alcohol for many years, and they were entrenched in the bars in misery, their faces flushed, and they complained about the heavens and the people, and threw aggressive and angry glances at any target around them.

These people are like a collection of "ignorance", "anger", "dementia", they may not have been born at the bottom of society, but after falling into the quagmire, they completely stay here, day after day, night after night, destroying their livers, emitting a strong stench, the only thing worthy of praise is the opportunity that slipped through the fingers of a certain time in the past youth, maybe a digital currency, maybe a property whose price has not gone crazy.

Many of them are poisonous insects, most of them are alcoholics, and those who play cards all day account for 100 percent.

It stands to reason that Bai Ye usually doesn't get close to these people, and he still has his own sister to raise, so he doesn't have the heart to listen to them burp and talk about the injustices he has suffered.

But today is different.

Inexplicably, Bai Ye sat among them and felt an inexplicable sadness.

This sorrow came from the deepest part of his heart, and Bai Ye suddenly realized that his parents had died, and the two family members who loved him the most had died unexpectedly, and Bai Ye had not even been able to see them for the last time.

This happened two years ago, but Bai Ye suddenly felt so grief-stricken that he almost cried.

But he didn't cry, Bai Ye just sat silently in the bar, and suddenly felt that these sad people around him were not so annoying.

Bai Ye sat quietly at the table, did not drink, did not speak, did not cry, just sat quietly, chewing the sadness in his heart alone.

"Bang-"

A bang!

The door of the bar was kicked open!

The loud sound of the concussion stung Shiraya's eardrums, and he instinctively frowned at the intruder who had broken the silence.

It was a man in a bulletproof jacket, at least thirty years old, with heavy hair and beard, and although he wore dark brown sunglasses, his gaze was still like that of a lion, scanning everyone in the bar through the thin lenses.

Noticeably, the man's left arm is a silver mechanical prosthetic that glistens in the dimly lit bar environment, and is out of place no matter how you look at it.

Johnny Silverhand, for some reason, White Night knows him and knows him as Night City's former rock star, a top celestial figure, a representative of liberalism and opposition to corporation.

Later, he bombed the Arasaka Tower with a nuclear bomb and died there, disappearing for decades.

White Night wasn't interested in this man, he just felt that Johnny Silverhand shouldn't have broken into this bar and disturbed his peace.

But Johnny Silverhand did not look at the white night, or rather, his gaze swept over all the people sitting in the chair, met their annoyed, blind, dull gazes, and then smiled with satisfaction:

"Good fellows, you're a bunch of brutes!"

Surrounded by hundreds of sights, the man with silver arms strode towards the bar, his steps steady and arrogant, full of the rock and roll atmosphere of the last century.

With each step, Johnny Silverhand's face was filled with anger, and when he stepped on the bar with both feet and stood in the center of the bar, White Night could almost feel the man's anger like a volcano about to erupt.

At this moment, everyone in the bar was attracted by the man's anger, people were afraid of his volcanic lava temperature, but they could not suppress it, and there was a certain anticipation and longing in their hearts to hear what this man had to say next.

As the bar fell silent, Johnny Silverhand spoke:

"As you may be able to tell, I am a veteran who sold the first half of my life and an arm at the age of twenty."

"When you go to war as a child, you have the illusion that everyone else will die and you won't, and then when you get seriously wounded for the first time, that fantasy will immediately disappear."

"And at that time, I heard even more brutal news, and everyone on our front line was in disbelief."

Johnny Silverhand took a deep breath and said:

"We have been betrayed."

"The war to defend the country is actually a conspiracy of the capitalists and a handful of politicians who started the war and shifted the blame for the defeat of the war to us, the bloodied soldiers."

"We were indignant, provoked, but to no avail, and under their smearing, the soldiers who once defended their homes and the country became the lowest public enemies of the whole people in society, and were reviled and hostile by the people."

Johnny Silverhand bowed his head and lit a cigarette:

"Not only that, but when I returned to my hometown, I saw more things."

"I've seen companies take away water from farmers...... Finally, there is the land. ”

"I've also seen the city turn into a machine, fueled by people's spirits, shattered dreams, and people's grease and ointment."

"For a long time, they controlled people's livelihoods and took everything... Now I don't let go of the soul. ”

"I declared war on the world, not because companies and powerful people were thorns in my side, nor did I do it because I missed my old country."

"This is a war of popular revolt against the unbridled system, and it is also a war against troubled times."

"The world and all of us in this era are being eaten alive by the company, and we can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb."

"They must be stopped, they must be defeated, and they must be torn apart at all costs. If I need to kill, I will kill, and if I need fire, I will light it! ”

Before they knew it, the drinkers in the bar had stood up, their fists clenched, as if they had been aroused by Johnny Silver's hand, and their expressions were all excited.

One of the thin old men hesitated, and asked the silverhand:

"You're going to protest for us?"

"It's not a protest, it's a fire."

"I promise you a fire that will burn the entire wasteland!"

Johnny Silverhand's words were incitatively magical, and each one touched the hearts of the drinkers:

"Join us, unite and we will never die!"

"We will never die!" Suddenly, someone shouted, and threw the glass on the ground.

The emotions that had been suppressed for an unknown period of time exploded by the drinkers, and for some reason, they became extremely emotional at this moment, some of them were sobbing and some were shouting and howling.

The crowd swarmed around the bar where Johnny Silverhand was, and the whole scene was like a savior.

"You-" Hakuya couldn't take it anymore, the religious fanaticism-like atmosphere made him feel sick.

A fire of ignorance rose in his heart, and he also stood up and pointed to Johnny Silverhand's nose at the bar:

"Why do you want someone else to sacrifice for you?"

"Just because you have been wronged, do you want to destroy everything you have? What kind of bandit mentality is this? ”

"People like you have taken the position of rule, but you just want to repeat the mistakes of the past, you just want to borrow the power of others to be your own emperor!"

"You can't change anything!"

Bai Ye didn't know why, his anger had become so big, he seemed to vent his anger for ten years at once, and scolded the man with the silver arm fiercely.

In the face of White Night's questioning, Johnny Silverhand did not sneer, did not disdain, did not deny, he just stood there like a cliff, his gaze was as calm as the sunset.

He said, "V, now you don't understand, but sooner or later you will." ”

"We will never die!"

Immediately afterward, Johnny Silverhand shouted and jumped into the crowd.

The drinkers below opened their hands and caught him.

"Why are you lecturing me?" Bai Ye wanted to say something more, but suddenly found that he had become Johnny Silverhand, his left arm had turned silver, and he was wearing a pair of dark brown sunglasses, and he was being held up by countless hands.

Looking up, there was no table in the corner of the bar before, and there was no white night himself.

From beginning to end, it was the White Night that kicked the bar, and it was the White Night who came to the stage to preach, and now it is the White Night that is surrounded by everyone.

What's going on?

I can't control my body anymore?

A creepy feeling appeared in Bai Ye's heart, and he tried to escape, but his legs didn't move.

White Night tried to scream, but the voice came out of his mouth:

"From now on, wildfires will never be extinguished, and they will eventually burn the prairies."

Bai Ye watched as his body raised his hand and touched the surrounding drinkers, drawing a "V" on their chests.

In the shocked gaze of Bai Ye, the chests of the drinkers who had been touched all lit up with the "V" mark, and they actually became "players" directly!

In this extremely strange atmosphere, Bai Ye saw himself clenched his fists and raised them above his shoulders.

"Read it with me,"

"I, Robert Johnny Lind, solemnly swear."

As Bai Ye's expression changed, the drinkers also became more and more solemn, raising their hands and clenching their fists:

"I, Zhang Limin, solemnly swear."

"I, Chen Ge, solemnly swear."

"I, Liu Jianhong, solemnly swear."

"I, Lehi......"

Bai Ye heard his own voice and continued to speak:

"I will stand by it and fight to the death for the goodness that protects the world, and fight to the death for the injustice that kills the world."

"I will unswervingly fight to the death for the goodness of the world and fight to the death against the injustice of the world."

"I will unswervingly fight to the death for the goodness of the world and fight to the death against the injustice of the world."

"I will abide by ......"

White Night had no way to act, and watched as everyone around him solemnly swore an oath, completely bewitched by Johnny Silverhand.

What the hell is this dangerous guy trying to do?! Spreading his terrifying worldview to every corner?

Isn't he from Night City? How did it suddenly appear in reality?!

These doubts grew wildly in Bai Ye's heart, but no one could respond to him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Bai Ye's ears.

"It's your turn, I solemnly swear."

Johnny Silverhand stood in front of White Night and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to ...... Swear? Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found that all the drinkers were looking at him with encouraging eyes, as if everyone was waiting for him to take the final oath, and it was embarrassing not to take the oath.

"Swear a fart!" Bai Ye suddenly reached out and pressed on the "V" mark!

In an instant, the red shadow flashed, and the "Lexington" pistol was pulled out by the white night, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at Johnny Silverhand's head!

Bai Ye suddenly figured it all out, it was the ghost of the "Rebirth Chip"!

This Johnny Silver Hand is an electronic virus in his head, and all of this is a hallucination he has contrived! The virus also wants to take over his body!

No way!

"You computer virus! Die soon!! ”

White Night Rage pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the gunfire exploded like thunder.

The bar went dark in an instant, and everything around it vanished.

White Night's consciousness sank into darkness like a fragment.

......

The streets of Marina City are dark at night.

In the unfrequented alley, there is only one homeless man curled up and sleeping.

This year's coastal winter came very early, and the homeless man was unprepared, and the newspapers and sacks he wore on his body were the only measures he had to protect himself from the cold, and he could barely sleep.

The homeless man has been sleeping here for many days, and no one disturbs his sound dreams except for the stray cats passing by.

Tonight is different.

Quietly, beside the homeless man, there was an obese figure.

The fat man has dark skin, a beard, a large waist and a dirty braid.

He wears a street-style leather jacket with a slight yellowing of his right fingernail, a sign of years of smoking Night City's inferior cigars.

Most notably, the fat man's right hand is a mechanical prosthetic, and the metal forearm is painted gold, still shining in the night.

If Bai Ye was in the alley at this time, he would have recognized it at a glance, and the appearance of this fat man was exactly the same as the old fox Dexter in the "Night City" game.

If it's fake, it's me.

Suffocating, Dexter suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs widening.

"Hah-"

He took a few sharp breaths and inhaled the cold wind into his lungs before he came back to his senses.

"I ...... Not dead?! ”

"V, that kid actually shot me...... Reincarnators are crazy! ”

Dexter got up and took a quick look at the environment in the alley, where he spotted the homeless man, but didn't alarm him.

Out of the alley, Dexter came to the streets of Marina City.

Looking at the strange city in front of him, doubts quickly surfaced in Dexter's heart.

"This is not Night City...... What is this place? ”

Dexter's pupils constricted slightly, and the number of billboards on the streets of the city was far less than the neon sea of Night City.

What made him deeply puzzled was that none of the models on these billboards were fitted with prostheses!

At the same time, the streets were sparsely populated, but there were a dozen of them, and Dexter looked at them and found that they had also not been implanted with any prostheses.

Dexter, who looked confused, remembered something, quietly returned to the alley just now, and touched the newspaper on the homeless man's body.

In the light, Dexter looked at the headline of the newspaper:

"The election for federal consuls is about to begin."

Dexter quickly finished reading the newspaper and froze in place.

"I crossed over?" Dexter looked at the coastal city in front of him in disbelief and came to this conclusion.

......

Half an hour later, Dexter was walking the streets of Marina City, his big golden arms wrapped in newspaper so as not to attract attention.

"Maybe it's a good thing to cross over, the pollution in this world is not as serious as 2077, and it's just right to escape Arasaka's pursuit." After all, Dexter is an old man, and even a person who has died once, quickly adjusted his mentality and began to adapt to the environment.

However, Dexter is a newcomer, and he doesn't even have a legal status, so he has to start from scratch with all the painstaking things.

Just as Dexter was considering whether he should go to a gold shop and sell the gold chain around his neck, a sign on the side of the road attracted his attention.

Dexter glanced over, stunned for a moment, and then stared directly.

This is near the fence of a certain university, and on the bulletin board, a headline occupies a huge page:

"Top 10 Outstanding Students of Binhai University."

"1. Su Wan"

"2. Liu Peng......"

"10. White Nights"

Dexter's eyes were fixed on the photo of the white night, and his heart had already been turned upside down!

“V？”

"Why is he here?!"