Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 657 - 211: Each Their Own Ending (Part 3)
Maybe she wanted to take one last look at this so-called city of dreams before dying. She forced her eyes open, trying to look toward the company plaza, but in the haze, she saw a figure on the opposite overpass.
A person who should have died long ago.
Valerie.
The woman stood on the overpass, coldly watching her die.
No!
No!
No!
The numb nerves were reignited with a surge of anger.
Why should it be me who dies?
Why aren't you dead!
This is not fair!
Albertson wanted to struggle, wanted to open her mouth to tell the agents beside her that the woman on the overpass must be a traitor; otherwise, she couldn't possibly have returned to Night City alive!
Surely this mongrel sold out some secret, which led to the defeat of the Chaotic Blade Association. It must be!
But as she opened her mouth, only the stench of cement rushed in. She wanted to crawl out, but agents on both sides held her head down, forcing her into the cement.
To Agent Huangban, this was merely the futile struggle of a condemned person before death.
Only Valerie on the overpass could clearly feel the resentment and unwillingness in her opponent's eyes.
Plop!
The cement-filled barrel was kicked into the waterway by Huangban agents, sinking into the sea along with Albertson's remaining grievances.
After a long while, Valerie calmed her emotions, turned her head, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, letting the nicotine roam inside her newly replaced artificial lungs to soothe her turbulent feelings.
Meanwhile, Jack was squatting nearby, fiddling with the motorcycle he had just acquired. Seeing V's actions, he asked proactively.
"Hermano, finished watching? Let me tell you, that woman just deserved it, she deserved to die, every one of those Huangban company dogs deserves to die."
Valerie heard and laughed, asking,
"Including me as well, Jack?"
"Of course not, you're different, V, you're my brother, my best brother."
Jack stood up, patting the back seat of the bike.
"Let's go, get on the bike, tonight I'm treating you; let's go celebrate at that bar, I've heard they've got new stuff in, cheers to your liberation from the sea of bitterness!"
"Same, Jack, you're right, we're all actually the same and deserve to die."
Valerie flicked her cigarette towards the sea, the already burnt white ash floated down to the water surface with the sea breeze.
She watched the cigarette butt still burning slowly, silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and shook her head.
She reached out to extinguish the butt in her hand, and then put the remaining half into her pocket, stepping up onto the motorcycle's back seat.
"Let's go, Jack, let's hit the bar and celebrate my rebirth, we won't stop until we're drunk!"
Seeing Valerie's change in mindset, Jack climbed onto the motorcycle laughing and said,
"That's more like it, mano, fuck Huangban."
"Yeah, I've been wanting to say that for a while, fuck Huangban! Fuck you, Huang Ban Sanlang, screw you to death!"
The vile words against Huangban and the red motorcycle's engine roar vanished into the traffic's neon, leaving only the residual tail lights shining in the neon.
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Big Sur is two to three hundred kilometers away from the town of Stone Ridge Mountain.
Lin Miao planned to lay a water pipeline between the two places, pulling off a North-to-South water diversion with clean water to meet the local residents' living needs, while taking the opportunity to renovate Highway 1, connecting the traffic between the two areas so they wouldn't have to detour far.
This project was originally intended for the players to complete, but due to interference from some reckless groups, it severely delayed the construction progress of the water plant. As part of the labor reform, over two thousand Chaotic Blade Association members were sentenced to road repair and excavation of the water pipelines.
Facing the yellow dirt with their backs to the sky.
When has the Chaotic Blade Association ever suffered such hardship?
And they even want us to serve labor.
Are kings and lords truly born different?
Rebellion!
Then they began earnest labor under the guards' guns.
Living, it's not something to be ashamed of.
"What is this stuff?"
Olivia curiously examined the soft thing in her hand.
"Protein bar?"
"Uh....."
Clint beside her explained kindly,
"They call this rice cake, it seems like it's bread made of rice."
"Fancy nonsense."
Olivia disdainfully stuffed it into her mouth, she had long lost her sense of taste, everything she ate was the same.
Wandering in the Evil Land, the taste of food is the least necessary thing.
"So you're just building a prison for yourselves here, never thought of escaping? You have two hundred people, there are only sixty guards, are you afraid of death?"
"No."
Clint ate his allocated lunch, but he didn't deny being afraid of death, instead he emphasized,
"They say this place isn't a prison, they call it Dragon Field, it's supposed to be a place to find enlightenment, I can't quite understand it."
"As for leaving... many have died before you came. "
"Dragon Field...."
The inexplicable term, even translators can't effectively convert these abstract, player-specific terms, forced translation would hardly retain the original flavor. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
After all, there's no English that can briefly express being carefree and joyful beyond measure.
Olivia couldn't care less and said directly in a low voice,
"Round up your people, cause some unrest tomorrow at noon, escape together, I don't believe they can stop so many people."
"No...."
Clint hesitated for a moment before saying,
"I'm not planning to leave here, Olivia.... I think staying here isn't so bad. "
"Ah?"
Olivia scratched her ear, thinking she heard wrong.
"No bullet left in your head, right?"
"No, I'm serious."
Clint's tone was sincere,
"They say working hard here can reduce sentences, and we can choose our jobs, they'll even train us. Even if we don't work for them, they'll give us severance pay."
