Chapter 92: Grinding Through the Iron Inkstone

"Good morning, Night City."

A somewhat uneasy voice came from the TV. Today, our good friend Stanley seemed to be in low spirits. He was wiping his cheeks with a towel, sitting at the table, and facing the camera with an awkward smile.

Rogge was sitting at the bar in Afterlife eating breakfast. He had cleaned the door of the store early in the morning. In the deserted Afterlife, except for Claire and the two waiters who were cleaning, the only ones left in the deserted Afterlife were Rogge and her "Mr. Exclusive Bodyguard"

——Crispin.

She looked up at the projected program, and behind her stood Crispin Weiland, who had not slept all night.

The little pangolin is currently receiving information from the outside in high spirits.

As one of Rogge's most capable men, Crispin certainly has the right to use the information network of Afterlife, but even so, Afterlife cannot compare with large companies in terms of receiving information.

Let's take a look. Let's just say what happened last night. It's now a little after seven in the morning, and Stanley's program can broadcast it. Yes, it only takes one hour for big companies to collect the information in Night City in one day.

They have various channels to learn about everything that happens here.

As long as it is spread out and not hidden, then there is no way they will not know about it.

And what happened last night

Ha, how to hide it?

Can you hide it? Just hide it. The whole of Santo Domingo knows what happened last night!

No, now, it should be said that the entire Night City knows about it!

The Sixth Street Gang has broken up, the Sixth Street Gang has broken up!

Not to mention that the person involved has no hidden thoughts at all.

"I'm so stupid. Damn it, Rogge. Grandpa, he went alone? He took care of Gunnar and Hickman by himself? Those two are on the road.

Big shot! He actually killed them all in one night? Now I believe what you said, Grandpa Lin Wen is really a big monster!"

Crispin said excitedly.

"Hey, Roger, I have a video here, do you want to see it?"

"What video? I said Crispin, is there no virus in it?" Rogge looked at Crispin and asked curiously.

It's not that Roger is worried that Crispin will harm him, it's just that this kid is always careless and sometimes does stupid things.

"No, how could I show you a video with a virus?" Crispin rolled his eyes and said. The fat black man stepped forward, pulled out a data cable from his wrist, and then connected it to

Rogge, after passing the video data to Rogge, Crispin said while transmitting:

"I guess it was filmed by a guy from the Sixth Street Gang who was lucky enough to survive. But it is precisely because of this video that we can see the power of grandpa with our own eyes. Ah, it doesn't seem right to say that?"

Crispin touched his chin, the scales on his arms rose and fell exaggeratedly with the movements, and a pair of eyes under the black mask glowed red. No wonder his nickname is Little Pangolin, Crispin's eyes are really small.

.

"After all, I didn't see anything in the video. The shaking of the picture made my head dizzy, and the recorded effect was super blurry. I don't know which junk photography device was picked up from a World War II garbage dump, but it can be seen.

The man with the pistol must be the old man."

Crispin said with a smile.

The fat guy has a fat body and a big heart, but Rogge always said that he was always cheerful all day long, just like a big fool.

Rogge nodded and started watching the video after receiving it.

After a while, Rogge clapped his hands and burst into laughter, "This does seem like something he can do. That idiot who paid tribute, he thought he was playing the lucky bullet game, but in fact he was playing the Soviet Roulette game.

, playing Soviet Roulette with Lin Wen? Even Morgan will laugh to death when he comes!"

"Wait, why does this matter involve Morgan again?" Crispin was confused.

"Because even Morgan doesn't dare to play Soviet Roulette with him like this! How many lives do you need to play with him like this?" Rogge held her belly, and she burst into tears from laughing.

At the same time, on TV, Stanley also happened to be talking about the Dead Man's Lotto segment.

Losing his previous energy, Stanley shrank his neck and said:

"Last night, a total of 872 people died last night. More than half of the data came from our good friends, the Sixth Street Gang. Ha, my God, how many years have we not had so many people die in Night City?

Already?

In this death lottery, several big names also died, they are-Michael McGuinn, Donaldson Hickman, and Will Nagon.

Maybe some people don’t know who these guys are, so let me tell you now, these guys who died last night were the bosses and the second and third bosses of the Sixth Street Gang, that is to say, the leaders of the Sixth Street Gang.

Almost dead overnight!"

"But the specific situation is still under investigation by the NCPD. If you ask me, this matter must be a gang vendetta. It's a matter of law. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for the policeman to come forward?" Stanley closed his mouth, but his hands were still stroking.

Back and forth, okay, after being honest for a while, this guy started jumping up again.

Yes, the person standing behind him is a military technology company. If he dies, where will the military technology company's face go?

Although Stanley was just a guy who was promoted to attract people's hatred and guide people's resentment. Such people can easily find a replacement for the military department, but if Stanley dies, it will be a slap in the face for the military department.

Military Technology: I can replace him, I can, you know?

Roger shook his head with a smile, then she snapped her fingers, and Crispin quickly walked up.

"Go and give a message to the people below. During this time, the scavengers of Santo Domingo are being comprehensively wanted in the next life. If you catch one, he will receive two bounties. In addition to the dozens of bounties that the NCPD has deceived.

, you can also get 300 from me, first come first served, no cap." Rogge said with a smile.

Crispin paused, glanced at Roger's expression, and then nodded.

Crispin is not a rough and brainless person.

He said aloud to Rogge: "I think Grandpa Lin Wen will thank you."

Rogge turned her back to Crispin, shook her hand, lowered her head to eat breakfast, and she said vaguely: "I don't need his gratitude, I just hope that Night City can be more stable, he is an anomaly, who

I don’t know what else he will do.”

Daybreak, Heywood's Valley area,

Sebastian Ybarra sat in the car, raised his fists and yawned, then he looked out the window listlessly.

Raising his hand, the driver pressed down the window.

Sebastian looked out the window. Standing outside his car window was a man with red hair, a red coat, a golden prosthetic leg, and a cockscomb head. The guy in front of him was not to mention how conspicuous he was.

"Father, Nagong is dead."

"I've already received the news. What a pity. So do you have anything else to do?" Sebastian nodded with a smile.

"I was wondering if we should take this opportunity."

"Stop it, don't interfere in Santo Domingo's affairs." Sebastian said immediately, his eyes became a bit colder, he looked at the other party and warned: "Don't forget the lessons learned by the Sixth Street Gang."

Seeing that the other party was standing still, the priest said again: "Or is this what your boss meant?"

"It's my own intention."

"Then give up this idea. This matter is far from as simple as you think. I have already told the boss and he agrees with my idea."

"Don't interfere in Saint-Domingue's affairs, let alone mess with the marginalized families, do you understand?"

"Okay, I'll go back and tell you." The guy nodded and said respectfully.

Seeing this, the priest waved his hand. After the driver pulled down the window, the priest sighed.

"You also said it wasn't your boss's intention. If it wasn't, what did you tell him?"

Sebastian had a headache.

A dragon crossing the river appears in the Night City and begins to show its power, a local snake. Should you choose to resist or cater to it?

Roger has already given the answer.

Thinking of this, the priest suddenly wanted to talk to Roger.

Lin Wen. Luolante. Who is this guy?

Tokyo, night.

Far away from the bustling downtown area, sitting on a sky-high building outside the suburbs,

A "young man" wearing sunglasses, a suit, and a straight figure turned around his seat. He silently played with a data video. On the luxurious table in front of him, there was a glass cabinet, which was full of data.

In the middle of the ice cube that exudes cold air is a fist-sized ink-colored metal box.

He quietly played with the data chip without saying a word.

Behind him is a huge monster made of steel.

Just looking at the outside, it's hard to imagine that this guy can be called a "human being". He stood there, scanning the surroundings with a pair of scarlet prosthetic eyes, clinging to the corner without saying a word.

It's like a machine.

After a while, the phone on the table rang. He reached for the phone and looked at the number on it.

He took a deep breath, took off his sunglasses, a flash of excitement in his eyes, and with an uneasy feeling, he stood up and answered the phone.

"Hello?"
To be continued...