A nightclub in the afterlife, a place where Night City legends gather.

What is Legendary?

Most people think that Legend is the guy who caused a lot of trouble for the company and was sent to the graveyard.

For example, Johnny Silverhand, the notorious terrorist who attacked Arasaka Tower in 2023 and detonated a nuclear bomb on it.

Nuclear bombs stained the entire sky red, radiation clouds lasted for decades, and red for decades.

This period is also known as the "Red Age".

Another example is Morgan's Black Hand, a guy who didn't have much prosthetic transformation, led a team of military soldiers to kill the Arasaka Tower, and broke through the defenses of the Arasaka Company in a few minutes, and even the defense of the super killer Adam's heavy hammer.

And Adam Hammer. In fact, it is also a legend, and it still holds the record of prosthetic transformation to this day.

It is estimated that the whole body can't even make up two catties of meat.

"If you want to be a big brother, you have to go to that kind of place, and I'm starting to get excited"

In the car, Jack began to give Lille and V science about those legendary deeds.

But it's okay to hear this thing once or twice, and Jack keeps mentioning this, which makes people feel a little painful.

Lille said helplessly, "Jack, can you calm down?" ”

V, who was driving, also looked disgusted: "Jack, I know it's a big guy's place, but you keep saying that, which makes me think that place is cheap." ”

Jack shook his head to himself: "You guys are too problematic, too problematic. ”

V said as he drove the car, "If you want to say that there is really a problem - we will drive this Mackinaw over?" Isn't it going to look a bit cheap--why don't you use your all-purpose car summoning to give us a black sports car?

Speaking of which, why do you keep staring at these broken car blacks? G240, Columbus V340, Pit Viper."

"The car is also protected by individual ICE, and of course it will be faster to find those cars that have been hacked when rushing for time.

Honestly, I think I can hack you over a Beamon armored car right now, do you want to drive it? ”

"No thanks, that means you can really hack a sports car when you give you time?"

"Yes -- if you don't hate the NCPD police car that is always behind you."

"That's it." V sighed, "I knew that I wouldn't drink every day, I should have gone to buy a car first, now it's okay, the Burger King Buying and Selling Fool Big Guy Squad drove a big black pickup truck to the afterlife nightclub."

It's not just the name that's stupid, it's even the car you drive. ”

Lille shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

After about half a minute, Jack said, "You know what, the afterlife nightclub used to be a morgue?"

Lille and V looked at each other helplessly--

Again?!

From the outside, the afterlife nightclub is not at all a place to talk about big business.

Dirty, messy, uninhabited apartment buildings, dark and damp floors.

But the cars parked in the parking lot are really interesting - Alvarredo "Mission", Thrace 388 Jefferson.

All are very business and safe stretch cars.

There's even a Herrera Gangster next to it – there are probably fewer than 1,000 in the world and no more than 10 in Night City, and it's entirely hand-crafted by designers.

I was envious of V - as street kids, the gangster GTS is a supercar that they grew up thinking about.

In the final analysis, when they grew up eating 100 family meals, what they can feel most is people's strong desire - in addition to sex and medicine, what people value most is money.

But just liking money seems too vulgar, and it just so happens that the car is different.

Symbolizing all the hard work of craftsmen, the combination of peak industrial technology has created such a luxury car.

That's what you deserve to pursue.

Now she's starting to like the afterlife, too—maybe one day, they'll be able to drive a car like that.

Jack poked V in the arm: "How's it going, chica, now you know how good it is in the next life, right?" ”

"Whether it's a cow or not, it depends on what kind of work it can do—let's go in and sit down."

Lille suddenly spotted the car in the corner of the parking lot that no one paid attention to - it was their "old acquaintance"!

Columbus Cargo V340!

"Look! V, I'll just say that this car big guy can also drive! ”

"Brain-dead, then you will drive Columbus freight in the future!"

Lille shook his head secretly: the brainwashing of consumerism is terrible.

Just drive - you have tens of thousands of dollars on yourself, what are you driving if you don't drive this car?

The car was parked, and the three of them walked to the unremarkable-looking apartment building.

The outside of the nightclub is filled with cheap neon strip decorations, and the walls are painted with graffiti in various styles.

There were a few customers standing outside with quite exaggerated hairstyles and costumes, not only exaggerated, but also looking expensive.

Lille could even see a man wearing a pure leather coat – the original one.

You must know that most of the creatures in this world have long been extinct, and this original leather coat is not cheap.

If you turn on the scanner to scan these people and apply for access to the NCPD's criminal record database, the result will be:

"It doesn't exist, or you don't have permissions".

Outside the staircase leading to the basement sat several men dressed in cheap knitted clothes, with simple and uncomplicated implants, which at a glance could be seen to be a modification for the purpose of firing guns, simple and straightforward.

They looked relaxed, looking like they were waiting for a mercenary.

Entering the underground, there is a passage before officially entering the afterlife, which is filled with small teams of mercenaries, all equipped with a large number of combat prosthetics.

For such experts, the industry has a more vivid name for them.

Edge Walker.

When working, he wanders on the edge of the law, and his will wanders on the edge of collapse, and every action is like running on the edge of life and death.

Just as the trio stepped into the passage leading to the nightclub, Lille's phone rang, Correspondence: Rogge.

The queen of the afterlife, the most powerful intermediary in Night City.

Rogge: "I've heard your name from the priest for a long time, but I didn't expect you to come here so long, it's really calm. ”

Lille: "I can't do a lot of work if I can't hold my breath, don't you think I've caught the attention of the queen of the next life?" ”

Rogge: "Interesting, little one, let's go inside." ”

Finally, through the corridor, passing these marginal walkers, the three of them came to the nightclub of the afterlife--

There stood a large man about the size of Jack, with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, standing there like a mountain.

Seeing the three of them coming straight for Lelle, he raised his right hand, confirmed the identities of the three of them a little, and then moved out of the way.

It's just that his expression when he looks at the three of them is a little strange.

Go without saying. It's all to blame on that damn name.

"That's it." Jack looked at the unremarkable double door, and through the glass, he saw the flickering lights inside—

Step through the gate.

Manic rock music rushes straight to the brain, and the pungent smell of smoke makes people wake up instantly.

Glare light pollution is everywhere, full of highly prosthetic mercenaries, low-key hackers in black leather jackets, and customers with expensive clothes

Every place, every room, every corner, there may be a big deal going on that will make headlines.

Everyone here has the potential to become the next legend, die on the Arasaka Tower, or some other good place to become a legend.

Or tomorrow you'll be found in a mountain of garbage, curled up in a box like a toy that no one wants.

But no matter what, they all went to the real afterlife.

Jack walked as if he were on a cloud, surveying everything around him as he walked--

"The heart of Night City! Right here, beating, do you hear me?

Can you imagine that Susan Forrest, Old Snake, and even Morgan's Black Hand have all sat on these stools and slept on this bar?"

As if in a dream, Jack muttered and took a seat at the bar, the dazzling lights of the bar beating in his eyes.

V smiled and said, "Now it's our turn." ”

Lille sat down next to them, and it just so happened that an old lady in a yellow gown and black leather pants walked by.

The two looked at each other and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Jack whispered, "I'll go, that's Rogge!" Night City's best middleman! The queen of the afterlife! She's looking at us! ”

Lille waved his hand: "Okay Jack, you seem to be a brainless rookie like this." ”

The bartender came up at this time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"What do you want to drink?"

(End of chapter)