Badland.

The scene of a car accident.

There are several burning cars stuck upside down on the ground, and a few unlucky people screaming on the ground, who are clearly the main victims of this super car accident.

The night wanderers held their guns, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the two guys on the ground who were holding their heads.

Mitch and the Scorpion.

Mitch wears a green armor suit, a scorpion jacket with an orange leather jacket over his combat suit, and both of them have a rather awesome bionic arm on their left hand.

Kneeling on the ground, Mitch sweated on his forehead and smiled hard: "This is the end of the calf."

"You still need to say - I said you bastards, you've eaten some new dog food, and you're getting bolder, huh?"

The night wanderer who took the lead gave the scorpion a kick directly!

Bang!

This kick made the scorpion dizzy and crashed, and the whole person lay on the ground and didn't stand up for a long time.

Seeing him like this, the night wanderers laughed loudly:

"Haha - stray dogs who eat dirt!"

The nocturnal ghost laughed loudest, and the two gray-black bionic gorilla arms swayed with the laughter, looking like quite high-grade bionic fibers.

Mitch looked at the scorpion worriedly, but the guy grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up with one hand!

"I said that you two, pretending to be such an awesome prosthetic body and following that group of brain-dead people, made it like this today, if you want to blame it, you will blame you for choosing the wrong side.

But now, the situation is special, you choose for yourself, I will dismantle it and throw it in the garbage heap;

Or kill the other person and mix with Lao Tzu. ”

Bang.

Mitch was smashed to the ground, and he was still a little out of breath.

The two brothers on the ground slowed down, raised their heads and looked at each other.

Mitch clutched his throat and let out a gasp that seemed to be laughing: "Haha. Brain-dead"

"It's true, brain--"

The two of them scolded inexplicably, holding their hands on the ground and looking at the sky.

The night wanderer who took the lead frowned, "You're talking."

"Say you're brain-dead! Bah! ”

The two of them spit out a mouthful of phlegm in unison, and the big man laughed sadly: "I want to die, right--"

Rumble!

The car behind him suddenly exploded!

A powerful bullet pierced the car behind him, and the electromagnetic projectile penetrated the fuel tank, igniting the alcohol 2 and fuel, and exploded!

Almost at the same time, the bodies of the two nocturnal ghosts holding guns in front of Scorpion and Mitch bent strangely at the same time--

They were shot!

The two people sitting on the ground immediately reacted, stabilized their bodies, grabbed their rifles, and aimed them at the big nocturnal ghost!

The impact made him stumble, but he also saw the movements of the two!

So he grabbed the two unlucky guys beside him and pulled them in front of him!

Puff puff!

"Retreat!"

The big night wanderer pulled the human shield and ran to another car—

With such an empty terrain and such a fierce sniper rifle, staying for an extra second is not cherishing your life!

The bullet popped into the human shield, and his strong and powerful hands smashed open the little brother who grabbed the car door one step ahead of him with a single punch, and the whole person got into it at once.

When the car started, he didn't run away at the first time, but stepped on the accelerator and hit Mitch and Scorpion on the ground!

In the chaos, the scorpion was knocked out and flew a few meters away!

Mitch was so stunned at this scene that he didn't notice that there was a nocturnal ghost with a pistol aimed at him behind him!

Bang!

The sound of gunfire and explosions mingled, and Mitch fell to his knees clutching his waist!

In his daze, he heard the sound of powerful engines in his ears, and one of them was Pannan's car.

"Mitch! Scorpion! No, no, no, no, help me carry them back! ”

Acknowledging that Panan's voice was heard, Mitch fainted on the spot.

The man was saved, but the situation was not very good.

The scorpion was hit and a large number of bones were broken and fractured, a large area of internal bleeding, and a large number of internal organs were ruptured.

Mitch was in a better situation, the bullet went through his waist and got stuck next to his spine, but fortunately it didn't cause any damage to his spine.

By night, he was mostly awake.

The first time he woke up, he saw Panan, Thor, and the rest of his clan all around.

Seeing him wake up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the scorpion?"

Pannan said fearfully, "I'm out of danger for the time being, but I haven't woken up yet—it's almost, this time it's really too dangerous." ”

"Yes—but where is it not dangerous in the Badlands? Thanks to you this time."

Thor breathed a sigh of relief, didn't say anything, and exited the makeshift hospital he had just set up.

The camp was relocated, everything had to be rebuilt, and the people were not very interested.

It was a dangerous day—he suddenly remembered what he had said before he had persuaded his people to come to Night City:

He said he wanted to change Adicado and build a paradise for life here.

But now there is nothing left, even the camp that was found before must be abandoned.

The camp looked desolate, but there were large swaths of disused wind turbines and signal towers that needed minor repairs, or at least they had electricity to use.

But now, their new home has almost no merit other than seclusion!

Attacked, and then moved again, and a large number of people were injured and even dying, and morale was extremely low.

The drone attack was not the last bad thing of the day, nor was the loss of the move, and no one expected that after the attack, another bad thing happened, the scorpion fell into a coma, and Mitch was also injured.

What does their future hold?

He looked at the Lille trio, who had just set up a tent for themselves not far away--

During the day, it was Lille who persuaded him, and he largely accepted it.

Now, he's a little anxious.

V smashed the nail into the stone with a hammer: "These knives will work really insidiously, if it were not for the wounded, I promise to kill them." ”

Lille unfolded the extendable bed, made it on, and said, "So, you can only play a fart by the sinister people, who can always catch you where you care, interfere with you, affect you, and even defeat you." ”

"Why are you talking about educating me again? Jack, are you okay over there? ”

Jack gave a thumbs up behind the tent.

V took care of all this, and just lay down on the bed, looking at the night sky through the transparent window of the tent.

The stars are much brighter here, and from time to time you can see spotlights from the Night City.

"You don't seem to use the pseudonym 'king'? I heard Panang call you V. ”

Lille sat down on the edge of his bed.

The tent was not small, with three different corners of the three's beds, and their guns, equipment, and clothes in the middle.

"The kana of kana is too stupid, anyway, my name is the same as yours, so I'll just call it V."

"Special? I don't think you want to mess around. ”

"Fuck off." V smashed the pillow at hand, "Speaking of which, I used to think of a lot of great names, just waiting for the day when I became famous and took them out." ”

Lille grabbed the pillow and threw it back: "You couldn't fart for a long time when you asked the code name that day, and you now tell me that you think of a lot of names?" ”

I don't know why, anyway, I can't remember it when it comes to that time, don't you think I'm called V now?

Maybe when I was a child, I didn't care much about it when I grew up."

Looking at the starry sky overhead, V's voice gradually weakened a lot, and then glanced at Le again.

"What about you? What special Form 2 names didn't you think about when you were a kid? ”

"Not really." Lille said slowly, "But I like Nagan. Sticks or something flailing around. ”

"Haha, this is not the second second, this is a fool!"

Yes, in Night City, if you really want to throw something cool, you can throw a real knife, or go to a small store and buy a handful of plastic for a few dozen euros. Real guns.

That bang bang, how can there be this bang.

Lille also realizes that this hobby does seem a bit silly in Night City.

So he quickly changed the subject: "Jack, what about you?" ”

Jack put the hammer back in the middle of the tent and sat down, the folding bed creaking.

"Well, I. Gangsters don't need to be faked, but tattoos have been pitted. ”

Jack pulled up his sleeves to reveal the tattoo on his arm: "I was going to get a somewhat recognizable tattoo here, and then I went to Japantown to find a tattoo artist, who is said to know the mysterious Oriental script."

After the tattoo, it was really powerful, and the translators in the gang couldn't recognize what it was.

So one day they caught a man who knew kung fu, and I was in charge of watching him - and he told me that it was not a mysterious oriental script at all, it was their dialect!

The meaning translates to chicken. Forget it, let's not talk about it, anyway, I changed it later, and he told me a lot of similar things. ”

V listened in a fog, and Lille looked deep: "It can't be that."

"Uh, pretty much, I replaced it anyway - if it weren't for that man, I'm afraid I'd have tattooed this thing on my hand for the rest of my life."

"What about the man?"

"I ended up giving him a kick -- hey, I went to the tattoo parlor to find a spot, but. But when I saw the tattoos on his own body, I thought about it. ”

Jack also lay down and looked at the starry sky: "It seems that everyone has done a lot of stupid things that are useless in order to pretend to be forced, and I thought I was so stupid." ”

Lille said: "It's better to say that it's normal for people to do stupid things, and people who don't have this feeling may not have moved on to the next stage." ”

V nodded approvingly—if she hadn't met Lille, she wouldn't have known the world could play like this.

"And what I thought was stupid before, I may not be so stupid now."

"What you say is like a monologue of a company dog who scolded the company when he was a child, joined the company when he grew up, and kept killing other people's company dogs for the company's dirty work."

"Can you think of the good?" V smashed the pillow again.

What she thought was: if it was her former self, she would definitely not run to the Badlands and live in a tent like this.

But now it seems to be good.

When the conversation ended, silence fell in the tent, and Lille looked out of the tent: Suo was approaching.

He couldn't sit still.

The second is still later

(End of chapter)