"The sun. I haven't seen you in months. ”

An old Mackinac pickup truck with a temporary black and red stripe runs down the road.

As the sun rises, the wanderer's skin begins to scorch.

"Neville boy, the clan is up to you, don't be like that old bastard of Hector who chose the wrong direction."

Thinking this, the wanderer's head lowered and lowered, and finally, the car slammed straight into the guardrail on the side of the road, and then according to the programme, the car exploded violently.

By the time a company agent caught up, all they got was ashes.

As the morning sun rises, the badlands begin to become hot and dry.

Wanderers believe in the fairytale future promised by biotechnology - "chasing the sun to the end of the world", and eventually become unable to see even the light.

"But today they had the most magnificent day of their lives, and may their spirits be sublimated in the flames."

Badland.

Neville muttered to himself.

After a night of madness, the rest of the time was spent saying goodbye.

The pursuit was in fact over in Lille when they crossed the bridge at Heywood and reached Saint-Domingo.

Technically, Lille's entry into Santo Domingo is his way home, and the network is under control at the touch of an eye.

From the enemy's point of view, this was a rather sudden incident, and its own manpower on duty was not enough to search for the whole city.

The scale of the ensuing riots is extremely large, and the company's pursuit ability will be restricted by insufficient intelligence and each other's evil intentions.

Intelligence agents soon get information that Arasaka is suspected of being behind the scenes, which will further reduce the will to pursue him, and he will enter the strategic adjustment phase.

Now, all they can do is immediately assess the damage, implement the contingency plan, and then discredit their opponents and try to get more out of the political table.

Lille sat tiredly in the driver's seat, clutching the steering wheel, but his heart was infinitely embarrassed.

"Is that the last one?"

In the other car, Neville nodded, "Elton, like Cedric, is a legend of the clan - not up to the standards of your Night City, of course. ”

Clearly, Neville was talking about the Lille trio.

But what he didn't know was that the standards of Night City legends weren't like that, and the trio belonged to the odd ones.

The vast majority of people will die in tonight's events, and the difficulty of surviving and dying together is not at all the same level.

By this time, the other two Legends were already asleep - they needed further treatment, but Lille had prepared emergency treatment, so go to sleep.

As for himself, the lizardman potion was waning, and the super-rapid regeneration had depleted all the energy it had drawn from the nutrient solution.

The long-term effects on him are yet to be studied, but at the moment there appear to be no side effects other than the constant pop-up of the system to eliminate some of the symptoms of rage.

Lille returns:

"The core of becoming a legend is not to make waves, but whether you live for yourself, and when your life comes to an end, whether you can tell yourself with a clear conscience that this is your choice.

He's already part of the legend, tell his story. ”

"His story takes place during the War of Unification, when the troops of the Military Section run over the Free State, and a small team of Military Scouts arrives at his farm.

In order to prevent the flames of war from reaching the farm, he gathered the nearby peasants and killed the scouts.

But obviously, that won't stop the war from going over, and I don't know what he thinks, or if he doesn't say it all.

Eventually, the military department ran over the farmland, nationalized his assets, and listed him as a wanted man. ”

Old-fashioned wanderer tales, but this Elton was clearly a little too grumpy to think about whether killing the Scout would serve his purpose.

Or maybe the farmland he couldn't go back to for a long time made him lose his mind.

Maybe he knew the outcome before he made his move, he just wanted revenge, like today.

Neville felt a little more relieved and continued:

"If he hears you say that, I guess his beard will go up to the sky."

Lille smiled, "I mean it - what if he hears this?" ”

"I took out a large case of beer from my trunk, and then said to the people who were booing on the side that whoever wanted to stand up if he was not convinced-

'Guaranteed to drink you until you vomit!' --Haha, you should have seen how drunk he looked! Like a seal that can't find the north! ”

After laughing, Neville looked at the endless Badlands and suddenly felt that things weren't so bad.

He suddenly began to understand the relieved look on the faces of the elders such as Cedric, Hector, and Elton when they said goodbye to their old friends.

If you don't die like this, but nest in a tent and never see the sun until you die, it would be too embarrassing.

"44, all dead, but they died as they deserved."

The old man is over, and a new legend rises - now they must be considered legends, at the cost of 44 lives.

"Hector says you're in charge of the tribe in the future—what are you going to do?"

All 44 good players died violently, and the red ochre is now greatly reduced in combat effectiveness, and it can even be said that it has no combat effectiveness.

In addition to the old man and children, and some women who are not capable of fighting, the remaining young men in the tribe are quite few in number and not very experienced.

"Continue with the old business, smuggling or something, but we probably don't have anyone willing to send work."

Neville smiled wryly.

After a heroic night, the reality is still cruel.

Red Ochre was not originally known for its fighting, the Adcarddo tribe, who would want to give them a job after so many good hands died?

Lille waited for that.

"You don't have to worry about this, the most powerful big brother in Night City is here now, and you're still worried about not being able to find a job?"

Didn't have a job?

Along the way, his phone was about to be blown up.

If the big brother of this kind of coffee can't find a job, then others don't want to work.

The car was finally about to reach its destination, and Lille, far away, saw the converted RV and tent in red ochre.

"That's just as well." Neville smiled, leaned out of the driver's seat window, and yelled at the tribesmen, "Let's go and keep watch around to see if there are any company dogs and cops chasing after you!" ”

This voice woke up both V and Jack on the side--

I have to say that Hector still has a bit of vision in choosing people.

"So now we are to take refuge in the Badlands."

"That's it."

Lille nodded, and then continued: "Let's take care of our bodies first, and we'll talk about the rest later." ”

V snapped backwards and howled at the sky:

"Ah—why take a run of wind now? I'm going to the next life! Think of the eyes that those people will use to look at us! That's called a! ”

Lille glanced at V: "The child is like this, Rogge also avoided the limelight in the Badlands after blowing up the Wasteland Tower, and everyone knows how to avoid the limelight." ”

"Really?" V was a little suspicious.

"Really—Jack, I already wrote to Mrs. Wells and Misty when I came."

Jack scratched his head, "I was about to ask about it." ”

V snapped up, and then shrunk his stomach with a hideous expression - the action was too violent, and it hurt internally.

"Ouch. Damn, this time it's really hurt, how much can we take? ”

Lille smirked, "If I say nothing, will you be angry?" ”

Jack and V looked at each other and shrugged at the same time.

This time Lille mentioned it at the beginning - the goal of this operation was not for money.

As for the core goal, whether Lille can recover or not, the question doesn't even seem to them to be necessary.

What kind of sick seedlings can fly to the manticore to dismantle the engine?

By this point, however, Lille seemed to have fully reverted to his human form.

Jack asked curiously, "What happened yesterday?" You look like a strip. Lizard? That's pretty fierce! ”

V moved his ass directly to Lille's side, and looked at Lille's tail--

Huh? What about the tail?

looked at it and looked at V and patted it.

Lille looked helpless: "Don't look at it, yesterday was a state of emergency, thanks to the equipment of biotechnology." ”

"So you're okay now?" V pinched Lille's arm again, "No, it's the same thin?" ”

"Any experiment takes time to study and sort out the results."

V nodded regretfully, "Okay, but it's true that you're not so sick like this.

So I don't have the money this time - I really don't know when I'll be able to buy a sports car. ”

"Speaking of which—we're not actually out of nowhere, do you remember when I had someone sneak up on Impala Motors?"

Lille smiled mysteriously.

Rumble--

There was a powerful engine sound outside the camp, and it seemed that a car was approaching quickly--

No, if you listen carefully, more than one car.

[Communication Request: Old Captain]

Old Captain: Daddy, the car has arrived, come out and see the baby!

(End of chapter)