Watson, Little Chinatown.

Afterlife nightclub.

An icon of Night City, this exclusive nightclub in Watson belongs to Rogge, the queen of the afterlife, and is the hangout for Night City's cyberpunks.

Whether it's a date with a contact, throwing away a sensitive package, or just having a drink, this place is always the place to come.

Of course, the afterlife is also Night City's most famous information exchange station, and both bosses and nobodies can be seen here, but nobodies are not allowed to drink with the bigwigs.

"And the afterlife was once a morgue, but now it's a nightclub, it's well-equipped, and many secret meetings have been ......."

Inside the car, Jack chattered as if he wasn't tired, and he could keep talking about what he was interested in, even if he repeated it as he spoke.

Listening to Jack's introduction, Xia Yu was not impatient, watching the text story by himself and the oral introduction of others was a different experience.

He likes to experience different things, which can bring him different freshness.

"Alright, we're here."

With the sound of tires grinding against the ground, Jack stopped the car and looked yearning at the entrance of an ordinary nightclub.

Truth be told, the entrance to the afterlife nightclub doesn't match its fame at all.

The surrounding area is a dirty and messy environment, the entrance is unremarkable, the walls next to it are covered with graffiti of unknown meaning, and the corners are littered with garbage.

You can see the hidden side from the parking lots, but these parking ceilings are huge, and the Thunder Gallena-G240 and Herrera Gangster-GTS can be parked together.

"I wish I could drive one day like that."

While parking, Jack looked at the supercar in the parking lot, his face full of envy.

Although his favorite thing is still motorcycles, that doesn't mean he doesn't like other cars, as a man who grew up on the streets, luxury cars have an unrivalled appeal to him, second only to weapons.

"Cut! What is this kind of car. ”

Xia Yu followed Jack's line of sight and found that Jack was looking at the Herrera Gangster-GTS.

The Herrera Gangster is one of the most expensive models on the market to be road-legal, as well as the most unique and hottest models on the market.

The most special thing is that it is made, it is one of the few models that is still hand-built by the world's top engineers, and accordingly, this uniqueness and quality is very valuable.

"If a real man wants to open it, he will open the Rayfield-Sword in the Stone."

Hearing Xia Yu's bold words, Jack smacked his lips, the sword in the stone is a product of Rayfield, and the automaker only produces high-end supercars for the wealthiest group.

Their best product, Rayfield's Sword of the Lake Maiden, has already exceeded the GDP of many island nations.

After parking the car, Jack and Xia Yu walked to the entrance of the ordinary afterlife.

After a few more moments of stairs through the outside entrance, they came to the entrance of the real underground bar after passing through a long corridor.

The entrance here is still ordinary, and there is an ordinary bodyguard standing, and the bodyguard looks like a strong man with little combat power, and it doesn't feel powerful.

Of course, this is in Xia Yu's eyes, and in the eyes of others, strong men still have a certain deterrent.

But even if it's a thin bodyguard, others won't deliberately find fault, no one will be bold enough to offend Rogge, and the bold will have long been cold.

Seeing that another guest was visiting, the bodyguard glanced at the two with his prosthetic eyes, and without saying anything, he turned around and moved out of the way.

He didn't know Jack Wells, but he knew Ghostrunner.

In other words, he was still slightly surprised that the Ghost Walker had not come to life until now.

"Here we are, this is the famous afterlife!"

Jack stepped through the door and waved his hand forward, revealing everything in the afterlife.

The fierce rhythm of punk rock, accompanied by cold-toned ambient lighting, is enough to shock and completely sober up those who stay up for three days.

Of course, it is more likely that the stimulation is too great, and it will directly gag a burp.

And in this heart-pounding environment, there are different groups of people gathered near the bar.

Highly prosthetic mercenaries, low-key hackers dressed in black customer service, and high-end people in expensive clothes can all be seen here, and it is a complete hodgepodge.

If you don't see this kind of pomp and circumstance in other bars, this is a nightclub that anyone can come to spend here in the next life.

"This is it...... The heart of Night City! ”

Jack looked around as he walked, his eyes full of irrepressible excitement: "Right here...... Keeps beating, do you hear me? ”

"Can you imagine? Susan Lister, Old Snake, and even Morgan's Black Hand...... I've sat on these stools and slept on this bar! ”

Jack excitedly walked towards the bar and sat down at random, the dazzling lights on the top flickering in his eyes, like a dancing flame.

"Come on, let's order a glass of Johnny Silver Hand and feel the legend of the past."

Seeing Jack so excited, Xia Yu suddenly noticed a problem, he seemed to have replaced V's identity, obviously he and Jack had only known each other for a day.

So what should I do when V comes? Will he and Jack be the two seniors who will lead V to the next life?

Although thinking about these strange questions in his mind, Xia Yu did not stop moving, and he sat next to Jack.

Seeing that a newcomer had arrived, the bartender slowly walked over.

"Something?"

The bartender who spoke was a strong redhead woman, and the reason she was so strong was because she was transgender.

Claire Russell, all the regulars in the afterlife know Claire, and correspondingly, Claire also remembers all the regulars clearly.

Not only did she know what they liked best, what they drank last time, but she even knew what their friends had ordered.

Although she is a transsexual, Claire is one of the very few ordinary people who does not have a prosthetic body on her body.

She used to be an engineer in military technology, and now she's a bartender in the afterlife.

The inventor of the legendary named wine was Claire, who made those legends famous on the wine list, and of course, these legends were posthumously awarded.

Because she can remember all the regulars who came and went, Claire obviously realized that the two people who came this time were new guests.

"Of course, it's the most classic and legendary cocktail."

Jack raised two fingers excitedly: "Two glasses of old-fashioned agave, with some beer and peppers." ”

"I know, two Johnny Silver Hands, right? Come right away. ”

"That's right, Chica."

When Claire was bartending, Jack reached out and patted Xia Yu's shoulder, and said in a person's tone: "In the next life, you have to order Johnny Silverhand, otherwise it is better not to come." ”

Although it was his first time drinking, the glass represented his wish to be as successful as Johnny Silverhand and become a big man who could stay on the wine list even after his death.

"Looks like someone has done their homework."

While Claire was mixing the toast, she looked at Jack with satisfaction and nodded, he liked this kind of guest.

After saying that, Claire explained: "It's an old rule here, in addition to the regular liquor, there are also some cocktails with the names of regular customers. ”

"But not all regulars can name the wine after themselves, you have to die first, and the death is particularly exciting, and it is better to hang up halfway."

Listening to the naming rules of this legendary wine, Jack nodded thoughtfully: "Aha, I want to make a set for myself." ”

"So, you want to leave your name here, too?" Xia Yu looked at Jack and asked.

"Of course, who wouldn't?"

Jack looked around, everyone sitting here could have left his name on the wine list, so why couldn't that person be him?

"Indeed, who wouldn't." Claire placed the concocted wine on the bar, two cocktails named after Johnny Silverhand.

Jack looked at the glass of wine in front of him that reflected the charming color, couldn't help but pick it up, and then looked at Xia Yu.

It's time to raise a glass to the legend.

Xia Yu opened the mask on his mouth and lifted the Johnny Silver Hand cocktail on the bar.

"City of Night!"

"And the afterlife, haha!"

Jack happily raised his wine glass, clinked glasses lightly with Xia Yu, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, Xia Yu also took a sip of the cocktail in the glass, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

It's not delicious.

It's spicy, spicy and spicy, because he can't drink, so he can't drink the mellow flavor of wine, and can only taste the spicy mouth.

"Why don't you drink it all in one gulp? That's not alcohol. ”

Jack looked at Xia Yu and just took a sip, a little dissatisfied, he opened a bar at home, so he naturally liked to drink too.

"Alcohol is not a good thing, it does no good, and I don't like the feeling of being dizzy."

Xia Yu put down his wine glass, not to mention now, even in the past, he hated the wine table culture very much.

That damn persuasion to drink or something, it's all dross, and there is no benefit in the slightest, but the environment is like this, and the world does not change by personal will.

"Why don't you like to drink and come to the bar?"

Claire glanced at Xia Yu, she didn't like to drink and came to the bar, did she come to drink?

"He invited me, and I didn't come of my own free will."

Xia Yu also gave Claire a blank look, although only he knew.

"Haha, didn't I invite you to come because I didn't come to the world."

Jack sneered, although he had seen Xia Yu drinking Coke at the Wolf Bar, he only thought that Xia Yu didn't like to drink their wine.

Who would have thought that this murderous god who kills like chopping vegetables can't drink? Who believes this?

The point is that this is still true.

"By the way, my name is Jack Wells, do you want to keep a recipe for me?"

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, Jack hurriedly changed the subject.

"Hmm...... Okay. ”

Claire looked at Jack with interest, there were countless people who wanted to leave their names on the wine list, but until now, the people who actually stayed could be counted on one hand.

However, these people never realize how heavy the things they are so eager to do are for the people who actually leave their names.

"A vodka with ice, lime juice, ginger beer, oh, and most importantly... A little more love. ”

Jack smiled and finished the recipe he had been thinking about for a long time, and deliberately lengthened the final end note.

Especially the last love, that is the most important recipe for this wine, with love, this glass of wine can have enough weight.

Feeling the softness of this rough man's heart, Claire laughed and said, "Haha, I'll remember." ”

It may sound like a casual promise, but Claire does keep it to heart.

"What about you? Your name might be on the wine list, too. ”

Claire looked at Xia Yu again, "Do you want your wine to be called Ghostwalker?" Or do you call your real name? ”

"Me? I'll forget it. ”

Xia Yu was not interested in leaving the wine named after him, which was almost equivalent to writing his name on the Death Note, leaving one for the other.

"Only dead legends can leave their names on the wine list, and obviously, my name will definitely not remain."

"Oh? You mean you'll be a living legend in Night City? ”

At this moment, a handsome old lady wearing a yellow robe and black leather pants sat next to Xia Yu and said to Xia Yu with her head raised.

Seeing this old lady who suddenly appeared, Jack's mouth opened wide again in surprise, this person he knew.

Rog, Night City's most powerful middleman, owns and operates the afterlife.

He didn't expect that this person in the afterlife would sit next to them, which was simply flattering.

Of course, he still has a little 13 in his heart, if he arrives alone, then this queen of the afterlife will not look at him.

"Not really."

Faced with Rogge's question, Xia Yu shook his head and replied with some arrogance: "The legend of Night City...... It's too small. ”

"Good answer, just don't know if you're arrogant and ignorant? Or do you really have this confidence? ”

Rogge couldn't help but glance at Xia Yu again, she actually looked down on the young people in Night City today, because the young people nowadays don't have the foresight and courage to do great things.

Compared to her time, everything has regressed except for technology and capital.

"Who knows."

Xia Yu gave an ambiguous answer, his card system extraction was full of uncertainty, and he couldn't tell if the European qi would explode, and he would directly draw out the Star Casting Dragon King with one shot.

At that time, he will not be a legend of Night City, but a legend of the entire universe.

"Don't you know?" When Rogge heard this answer, she was not dissatisfied, she raised her glass, which was just concocted by Claire.

"Make a friend, I didn't expect that the reason why you didn't come to the next life was that you couldn't drink, it's really funny."

After speaking, Rogge drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, which made Xia Yu stunned.

Rogge actually told him to make a friend? Is this still the living Night City saga? It looks a little bit talkative.

"You're actually more famous than you think, and although what you're doing doesn't seem big to me, your skills can get into my eyes."

As if sensing Xia Yu's surprise, Rogge shook the dried wine glass and explained to Xia Yu.

Really good intermediaries will not just wait for excellent mercenaries to come to them, they will dig out excellent mercenaries themselves, and then cooperate little by little to build trust.

If you want to become an intermediary, you must do two things well, one is to have a job in your hands, and the other is to have someone who can do the work.

Some commissions must be handed over to trustworthy and strong mercenaries to rest assured, if there is no one who can do the work, the middleman will not be able to work for long, let alone become the most powerful middleman.

The relationship between the mercenary and the intermediary cannot be said to be complementary, but it is enough to be called intimate.