"Lille, I got the lizard, but I don't quite understand why you're interested in this.

Do you want to copy the lizard's DNA into your cells? That might be useful, but it still won't solve the problem of inexplicable disintegration of DNA. ”

Lao Wei expressed his doubts on the phone.

Most of Connors's crazy scientific ideas had been practiced in World 2077, so he immediately guessed what Lille had in mind.

However, in 2077, the world's science and technology have been disconnected, and they are basically in a state of stagnation, and the natural disintegration of telomeres and DNA is all studied, but it cannot be controlled.

Perhaps the data from the era of the first web has given a lot of inspiration to future generations, but future generations may not know how this answer came about.

"So I'll do my own research, and you can help me do a biological model of that lizard first, and I'll be useful."

"Well... But I have to spend money on equipment, how do I pay? ”

Lille looked at his account balance: 40,344 euros.

Not a lot, but certainly not much.

"Uh... Lao Wei, do you accept credit? I'm doing a big job right now..."

"For the sake of you're the only customer who plans to replace me, just this time - no matter how bad it is, I'll ask V for this money, is she next to you?"

Lille glanced at V, who was driving: "She agreed, I have looked at her account, and there are still 400,000." ”

"Okay, I need some time, this thing is a scientific research thing, it's not cheap."

Hanging up, Lille returned to the car, where the three of them were driving the broken car they had brought from the border, the Canary Viper.

In order to hide people's eyes, the outer layer was re-brushed - it was said to be a brush, but in fact, two layers of paint were splashed casually, and the bullet holes were fully covered with a cloth.

Not to mention that the car is quite durable, after such a battle, it was only knocked off the bumper.

But a piece of iron flew out of the roof.

No wonder this car has a good name - a moving tetanus trap.

"It's time for us to buy a new car." V complained while driving, "Speaking of which, the car is also one of my dreams, but I can't afford it for a good amount of money, and I don't want to buy it for a bad one." ”

The car drove over the elevated highway just in time to see an NCPD armored patrol car passing by on the next route.

Emperor 720, NCPD Special Contributor, Iron Armor, integrated military technology combat technology, the front bumper is as hard as the ramming angles of an old ship.

"How's the car?" Lille asked.

"That's a good car." Jack leaned to the window and watched the armored beast drive away, "This car can solve all problems except cyber psychosis!"

It's a pity that we can't buy it, you can try its low-profile version, the Emperor 620 Ragnar.

The body structure is also quite hard, the wagon can basically be used as armor, the car power is sufficient, and the suspension is running 60 miles on the bad soil to feel like it is soaring in the clouds! ”

V was a little sore in the egg: "I said, if you want to buy a car, this 'car' is for pretending, good-looking sedans - of course, it is best to be bulletproof at the same time." ”

"To meet this requirement, it can only be Hera of the sky, but unfortunately there are only second-hand ones on the market, and the new cars have become NCPD special."

V glanced at Jack in surprise: "I'll go, you immediately said that I fell in love with my dream car, and the hero saw the same thing." ”

"Hehe, I like to look at cars, but I prefer motorcycles, and right now I want to get a new case for my gun.

I've had the gunsmith order it for me, a shiny gold casing, plus a hand-built muzzle suppressor and rifling... That's called a. ”

The weapon in Jack's hand is the Eagle, the gun of the tsunami defense system, if it is replaced with a gold shell...

Lille probably knows what Jack's long-cherished thing looks like - this gun has a gold shell, and it's the "golden woman" in the game.

After thinking for a moment, Lille said, "When the shell is in hand, I'll design you a new bullet." ”

"I'll go, you're going to do this? Then I'll have to look forward to it... And make good money. ”

Jack scratched his head, not saying why the gunsmith hadn't given him the things because he hadn't paid the final payment.

"But you'd better get used to shotguns and machine guns, we don't have a fireman to cover, and we're all a little passive with pistols."

"Well, buddy is proficient in eighteen martial arts..."

The car crossed the bridge to Santo Domingo, a place that was poorer and more barren than the rest of the city, home to one of the few heavy industries in the Night City, and a huge sewage treatment plant.

What's more, if you go to the easternmost point of Santo Domingo, you can see a huge dam.

On the other side of the dam is a lake of garbage and sewage.

It is not a stable area of development, on the contrary, factories have collapsed and built, built and collapsed, factories go bankrupt at any time, new factories are built, and unfinished buildings are everywhere.

Arroyo is the largest industrial area in Santo Domingo and home to the headquarters of the Six Street Gang, and there's even an old nuclear power plant in the area, and it's not known if it's still in operation.

"Nuclear power plant," Lille looked thoughtfully at the smoky Arroyo industrial area in the distance.

It is no exaggeration to say that by giving him a little time, he can turn any nuclear power plant into a nuclear bomb - this is his specialty.

But this is only an extreme option in extreme cases.

It's impossible to blow up Night City again just for the sake of the Six Street Gang.

The industrial area is not their destination, and the people they are looking for are in the easternmost part of Santo Domingo, next to the Badlands.

The Colorado Farm is also home for the Santo Domingo workers after their work.

Start here... The NCPD is no longer visible on the streets, where the Six Street Gang has its own order.

Strangely, however, it was evening, the workers were changing shifts, and there were not many people on the streets.

There were a lot of people lying on the ground waiting to die, and people were walking in a hurry, as if every minute of walking on the street was a little hot.

The car slowed down, and Lille saw a hawker stall on the side of the street surrounded by two newcomers to the Six Street Gang.

"Hey, old guy, I haven't paid enough protection money this month, why do you think the guns of the Sixth Street Gang are not hard enough, so you secretly come out to set up a stall?"

"But... Recently, there are fewer and fewer people, and the protection fee has also increased, and it was 800 euros last month..."

"You don't care if he goes up or not! It's a substitution here, you know! If I take care of you above, you will have to pay more! Otherwise, what do I want the big brother above to think of me?! ”

"But I really don't have any money, how can I pay protection money if I don't come out to do business?"

"I don't care, you can't set up a stall if you don't pay the money, get out of here, or I'll invite you to eat guns!"

The three people in the car also noticed this scene, and in fact, everyone walking on the street noticed.

But no one cares.

"I've heard that the Six Street Gang just can't get used to the NCPD's inaction and decide to stand up and protect the community and do justice," V said with interest.

He also said that he would restore the old U.S. Constitution..."

Jack also said, "Hey, I've heard that the workers in this place make this place their home or something, and they won't leave it for the rest of their lives." ”

Lille nodded: "In a sense, there is nothing wrong with rumors, justice can be explained, the old American Constitution... That's it.

As for home..."

This heavily polluted, barren Santo Domingo is really the home of the workers for a lifetime.

Although it may not look good and the service is cheap, there are bars, shops, parks and even schools.

Even if the more glitzy Night City was just across the river, they probably wouldn't be in their lifetime, couldn't, and didn't need to get out of here.

In other words, the high-rise Watson district is the City of Night, and the barren and chaotic Santo Domingo is also the City of Night.

"Rama Armory - right there, how do we do it?"

The car stopped on the side of the road, and V pointed to the dilapidated and dilapidated self-built housing area in the distance.

Lille replied: "This place is like the battlefield in Afghanistan... Jack and I go in and talk to Kaplan, you find a place to go in and access her private database, and I'll hack in.

We have to do it quietly, and we can't let the Six Street Gang find out, otherwise things will be in big trouble, and we may not be able to find the information we want if we don't say anything.

Still, you'll have to scare Rosanne - anyway, you go find a place to sneak in. ”

V got out of the car and loaded the gun: "Okay... Jack, you follow him, and you've got to do the scary work. ”

"No problem... But what is the Afghan battlefield? ”

"Who knows." V shrugged, "This kid is like this, he likes to say things he doesn't understand. ”