Chapter 595: A Coke
Whether it was Jack Wilson or Jack Wells, Xia Yu had long forgotten, he only knew that the other party's name was Jack, an extremely popular name.
Jack in the West is a rather widespread name, and even his current identity is called Jack.
It's just that Ghostrunner doesn't have a last name, only a first name, and Jack Wells at least has a Wells last name.
After learning that Qi Wei had found Jack's clues, Xia Yu didn't care whether Jack's surname was Wilson or Wells, and asked Qi Wei for Jack's location.
Qi Wei rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything, the data in her eyes flashed, and the information she kept was also conveyed through communication in an instant.
"This is the location of the Wild Wolf Bar, and the remaining few locations are the places where Jack you call it frequented, I really don't understand what you are doing with this mercenary who is active at the bottom of society."
"They are all low-level mercenaries, no one should dislike anyone."
Xia Yu pouted and said while browsing the information sent by Qi Wei.
One of the people present is counted as one, and they are all mixed mercenaries at the bottom, not to mention the eldest brother, the second brother, both of them are about the same.
"That's different." Men suddenly interjected: "Our team has some fame in Santo Domingo, how can it be that kind of small role can be compared." β
Although it is a bit arrogant, Mann is not wrong in what he said, even if they are all mercenaries and the like, but in terms of fame and ability, Mann's team is not the lowest level.
At least their tasks are taken from well-known intermediaries, not as bitter and unjust as a big wrongdoer, and can only do some tasks with more things and less money.
The so-called middleman is the grass on the wall between the company and the bottom, and it is also the only channel for communication between the upper class and the mercenaries at the bottom.
After all, as far as the company's top management is concerned, it is absolutely impossible for them to put down their bodies to contact those low-level mercenaries.
And mercenaries want to help the company's senior management do some shady tasks to earn commissions, so they naturally need a bridge of communication.
The intermediary is this bridge, maintaining independence in the confrontation between the two sides, earning benefits from left and right, living on intelligence, relying on personal connections, and relying on credibility.
But even so, the middleman is only a big man for the bottom people, and for the company, at most a relatively easy dog.
But there are exceptions to this situation, such as legendary figures like Rogge Amandias, the queen of the afterlife, who, when she was younger, was a professional mercenary, and now, she is the king of the middlemen.
Almost the entire network of mercenaries in Night City is in the nightclubs of the Afterlife, and every big business requires her nod, she is a cyberpunk icon, a former mercenary, and a world modifier.
Even though she has retired, her influence in Night City is still as strong as it was back then.
At present, the biggest middleman in Santo Domingo is a four-eyed monster named Faraday, who is not forced to count, and always wants to find an opportunity to hug the company's thighs.
A clever intermediary will only maintain his independence and remain a wall-to-wall in order to keep himself from getting involved in bizarre struggles.
Faraday, a thing that doesn't count, if he keeps holding on to his naΓ―ve thoughts, will die completely sooner or later.
Xia Yu had forgotten how Faraday died, but he remembered that in the base game, the most well-known intermediary in Santo Domingo had become the old captain Muammar Reyes.
Faraday? It has long been swept into the garbage heap.
However, Faraday is still alive at the moment, and the mercenary team he often contacts is Mann Team.
"Cut, maybe a small character can become a legend."
Regarding Mann's statement that Jack is a small character, Xia Yu casually retorted, even if he knew that Mann was not wrong, Jack was indeed an unknown minor character at this time.
"By the way, what about the graphics card lady and Rebecca-chan? Why didn't they come back? β
"Lucy, you say? She went back when the mission was over. β
Mann took two sips of his beer and replied, "As for Rebecca, she left first and didn't come with her." β
"Wow, you kid can't forget my sister, do you have a crush on her?"
Seeing Xia Yu mention Rebecca, Pyra approached Xia Yu with a smile: "I didn't expect you guy to be so good, what's so good about that grumpy little radish dice, you also specially called her Rebecca sauce~"
"What's wrong with Rebecca? I don't also call you Brother Chong, it's just a nickname, how can it mean so much. β
Xia Yu snorted lightly, although his nickname was somewhat hellish, but who else knew?
"Okay, now that I have a clue, then I'll go."
Xia Yu pushed away Pyra beside him, and was about to go to the Wild Wolf Bar to find Jack, it was not interesting, he just wanted to meet this comrade-in-arms who had accompanied him from birth to death.
In the game, of course.
By the way, ask about V Zhentian, if Jack knows V, it means that the V of this world is the company V, if you don't know it, then you have to find it.
Wanderer V is still in the tribe outside the city, and Street Kid V has gone to Atlanta to mingle, and has not yet run back to Night City.
Neither of these Vs knew Jack, and they only met Jack in subsequent events, only Company V, who was a good partner with Jack from the beginning.
Of course, it is unknown why the company dog can become a good partner with the low-level mercenaries.
"Are you leaving? Mr. Jack. β
Seeing that Xia Yu was about to leave, Sasha got up and asked.
"See you next time, remember to send me what flavor of cat food you want to eat, I have made a small amount of money recently, not bad for that money."
Xia Yu waved his hand behind the others, and then strode out of the stronghold.
Watching Xia Yu leave, Sasha sighed helplessly: "See you next time, and, I'm really not a pet cat......"
Hearing this helpless mutter, Qi Wei glanced at the deflated Sasha: "Do you want to change your offensive strategy?" Don't go to the cute style, just go to the royal sister style to try? β
"Is that so?"
"No, no, no." Pyra suddenly leaned over to Sasha and said with a sneer: "That guy clearly likes my sister's type, small, you are just too tall, so you didn't poke his excitement...... Babble! β
Before Pyra could finish speaking, he suddenly convulsed, a shallow arc of electricity came out of his body, and then collapsed to the ground in smoke.
"Humph!"
Sasha hacked directly into Pila's brain-computer interface, giving this hand-punched brother a small lesson.
But do you want to go to the royal sister style? Why don't you give it a try?
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Xia Yu, who came out of the dilapidated warehouse, shook the hook lock in his hand and went directly to Heywood.
Heywood is a neighborhood where the gap between rich and poor is pervasive, with parks and mansions in the north and dangerous slums in the south.
This is Night City's largest "sleeping city", and it is also the sphere of influence of the Valentino and Six Street gangs.
Xia Yu hadn't been to Heywood, but he had only taken a general turn and hadn't explored it in detail, and of course, he hadn't found the Wild Wolf Bar.
The real Heywood is not a small map in the game, the real Heywood is much larger, and a small bar is not so easy to find.
Instead of asking someone yourself and looking for it slowly, it is better to directly issue a commission for others to find it.
Now that he knows the specific location and several places that Jack frequents, Xia Yu plans to go and have a look.
As for why he didn't ride in the car, it was because the car wasn't as fast as he ran over on his own, and in terms of the Ghostwalker's mobility, he was almost flying at a low altitude.
In less than half a day, he ran directly to the Heywood area with his foot strength.
It's a pity that he hasn't unlocked the Ghostwalker's motorcycle yet, otherwise he wouldn't need to run at all, and he could have arrived here on a motorcycle.
On the surface, Heywood is home to coastal boutiques and seafood salons, as well as colourful souks, with a variety of shops and restaurants that make the place a charm.
But the interior is not as gorgeous as it seems, and Heywood's internal differences are extremely stark.
Bordered to the north by the Civic Center, is a modern, well-maintained neighborhood with skyscrapers, beautiful parks, and excellent public services.
The situation is not so good in the south and east, where it is significantly poorer and more dangerous, with a rustic suburban style of architecture and low-rise townhouses.
The Valentino and Six Street Gangs operate all sorts of businesses, both legal and illegal, here.
If you have money, Heywood is the biggest place to live in Night City, and if you don't have money, it's better to get out of here, after all, you can't live anywhere without money.
After coming to Heywood, Xia Yu followed the address to the valley area, and then found the wolf bar on the side of a street.
The Wolf Bar is unremarkable, but it's not as mundane as it seems.
The bar was run by Jack Wells' mother, Guadalupe Alahandra Wells, but everyone called her Mrs. Wells.
In a way, it's the afterlife, and Heywood's mercenaries, middlemen, and gang boys all like to hang out here.
For it was widely accepted that whoever entered Mrs. Wells's house would be heard, and would have a delicious meal.
So for those members of the Valentino gang, this bar is the home they can come and talk to.
Therefore, even the toughest members of the Valentino gang had to give three points when they saw Mrs. Wells.
To offend Mrs. Wells is to offend almost everyone in the Valentino gang.
After coming to the door of the wolf bar, the sensor door opened automatically, and Xia Yu also walked in.
Because Latinos are the main ethnic group in Heywood, Spanish music is playing in the bar.
The neon lights are a bit hazy, and there is a sparse crowd of people sitting around the small round table, chatting or sipping on wine.
Hearing the sound of someone coming in, the young men who were drinking turned their heads to look, and then they saw a lean figure covered in prosthetics.
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At this glance, they were directly startled, and they thought that a cyber psycho had broken in, but when they pointed the gun at the figure, they found that the figure seemed to be a little calm, not like a crazy cyber maniac.
"Oh oh~ don't just point the gun at others, someone will get hurt."
Facing the guns aimed at him, Xia Yu was not afraid at all, and strode towards the bar.
Seeing Xia Yu so calm, other people are also a little unsure of their ideas, they can talk and think, this is not like cyber psychosis?
But this is completely indistinguishable from the mechanical body of flesh, and it does not look like a normal human being.
It can't be the legendary Adam's hammer, right?
After being puzzled for a few seconds, it seemed that someone saw Xia Yu's identity, hurriedly put the gun down, and then pulled his companion to start explaining.
As the voice of explanation appeared, the eyes of the others looking at Xia Yu gradually changed from confusion to consternation, and then faintly vigilant.
Then a few people hurried out of the bar, as if preparing to report something.
Xia Yu listened to the whispered explanations around him, slightly surprised, he didn't expect Heywood to know about him, and he thought that he was only a little famous in Santo Domingue at most.
But he ignored the voices, sat down at the bar, and looked at an old woman at the back of the bar.
The old woman had gray hair, and the whole person was a little thin, but her face was quite kind, just like the old aunt next door.
Seeing Xia Yu sitting in front of the bar, Mrs. Wells looked as usual, not a little panicked like the other young men.
"Welcome, invitados, would you like something to drink?"
Well, this familiar Spanish oral fetish, it's sure to be Mrs. Wells.
"Have a cup...... Little Cocoa Bar. β
He doesn't like to drink, he prefers carbonated drinks to alcohol, but David doesn't like carbonated drinks, tasteless guy.
Mrs. Wells didn't say anything when she heard someone come to the bar not to order a drink, but to pick up a glass and go out of the bar, and only after a while came back with a small blue Cocola.
"Your Coke, but I'm curious, how are you going to drink it?"
Mrs. Wells put the Coke on the bar table in front of Xia Yu, and then asked curiously, "According to rumors, the Ghost Walker has transformed his whole body, and he doesn't even have a face, so can he drink something?" β
"According to rumors...... So it must be a rumor......"
Xia Yu knocked on the helmet on his head a little speechlessly, this was not the face of a ghost walker, but a fully enclosed helmet.
Ghostwalker is a combination of flesh and machine, and although it looks like it is a modified prosthetic body all over, it still has flesh and blood inside.
And Ghostwalker also has his own face, which is present in the official canonical set, although that face has also been heavily transformed, but at least the facial features are still there.
"It's just a helmet, I've just never taken it off in front of anyone."
As Xia Yu spoke, he opened the lower part of his mask along the yellow lines, and then exposed his chin and mouth.
However, it is not quite correct to say that it is his own chin and mouth, this is the chin and mouth of Jack the Ghostrunner, who is currently covered in skin in the form of Jack.
"Never taken it off in front of anyone?"
Mrs. Wells was a little surprised: "Is it okay to take it off in front of me?" β
"It's okay, I didn't take it all off anyway, and others still don't know what I look like."
Besides, this is not his real appearance, Xia Yu is just a student obediently studying at Arasaka Academy, and the one who comes here is a ghostwalker who is like an invisible ghost.
"So, what's the matter with the ghostrunners coming to me?"
Seeing that Xia Yu took a few sips of Coke, and didn't seem to mean to speak, Mrs. Wells took the lead in asking.
"If you just want to talk, then I'm welcome, but if you want to come and ask for trouble, then these lads won't agree."
When these words were uttered, as if to corroborate Mrs. Wells's words, the others in the bar picked up their guns and clicked as if they were threatening.
(End of chapter)