Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 723 - 233: No Way, Officer

The Taiping Continent has changed.

A bunch of lunatics rushed into the streets in droves, killing anyone in sight, using people as targets for fun, driving onto sidewalks at full speed, and using human blood to lubricate their tires.

Women aged from 8 to 80 were not spared. Even the old hobos with one foot in the grave were made to stand up and get kicked...

All of these were rumors Grace just heard from her companions, causing her to nearly choke on her food.

"Really? A few days ago, I saw their fireworks were quite beautiful, and I got a free meal, thinking they were a bunch of good people."

"What good stuff could corporate dogs offer? Those fireworks weren't for you, and you know how dirty those meals can be. Just processed garbage, probably spiked with drugs."

Her companion spoke convincingly, though she hadn't witnessed it herself.

And even if she said that, the food she was eating now wasn't any cleaner than that stuff, possibly even cheaper.

No choice, the wages for sex dolls in Night City are already low. After paying for monthly body maintenance, transformation loans, protection fees, medical expenses... there's barely any money left in pocket, let alone enough to afford good food. Even getting a free meal from Horizon Corporation was a luxury.

Grace felt uneasy, half-believing because she had an acquaintance in Haiti. She heard that the Haitians there were doing quite well since aligning with Horizon Corporation, and she was tempted.

Unfortunately, as a sex doll, Grace didn't even own her body, let alone have any say in choices.

The madam's voice immediately rang out.

"Number 37, a regular is in private room 13, go over there quickly."

"Sigh... Good luck."

Her companion cast a sympathetic look at Grace.

The guests in room 13 were regulars, coming almost every month, and they were rough, needing at least three days of rest after each session to return to work. The only benefit was their generous tips.

But most of the money wouldn't reach their hands, being taken by the madam.

Grace's eyes dimmed, her whole body trembling, but if she didn't go, she'd be beaten or even fined.

To avoid physical pain, she had to steel herself and walk toward the room.

As the heavy soundproof door opened, two Slavic men with bushy beards sat on the sofa, gesturing at the North American news on TV, occasionally letting out strange laughs, seemingly mocking a former Soviet opponent's current downfall.

"Take good care of the guests, or you'll be sorry."

After warning the entering sex dolls, the madam smiled obsequiously to the Slavic men and left, tightly closing the door behind her.

Before leaving, she reminded other girls to serve the Slavic bodyguards at the door well.

Inside, the two chosen sex dolls carefully sat next to the guests, putting on professional smiles, pouring drinks, and flattering them.

But the two guests were obviously in a bad mood, one of them hugging a sex doll, asking in somewhat oddly-accented English.

"What's going on here? Why aren't we even allowed to use the goods? I have no interest at all now."

Being regulars, the two sex dolls knew exactly what he meant by "goods."

What was it?

Drugs, of course.

The sex doll could only smile wryly and say,

"You might not know, but recently a company moved into Taiping Continent. Now it's under their control. Those people are arrogant, not good folks. Not only did they ban us from using these, but they're also going around killing and setting fires. Our boss is struggling and can only lie low for now."

"Company? Moved into Taiping Continent?"

The Slavic customer didn't care why they were banned from drugs; to him, it was just a monopoly for profit.

But why did someone suddenly dare to move into Taiping Continent?

Might this affect their business?

"Which company, what's its name?"

Facing the customer's question, Grace replied,

"I think it's called Horizon Corporation. Oh, let's not dwell on unhappy things. Boss, let's drink, it's been a while since you've visited."

She tugged at his sleeve playfully, her tone sticky sweet enough to make one cringe, prompting her companion to quietly curse her as a sellout.

Yet she quickly joined in the pouring.

These Russians loved drinking, getting utterly wasted every time, and the more they drank, the higher the bonuses.

But something was odd; there were usually three of them. One was a local Night City resident, apparently a gang leader with a grim face, but he was missing this time.

The two Slavic clients found it peculiar, wondering why their trading partner was late today, but they couldn't resist the allure of alcohol, gulping down the oolong tea one after another.

Soon, however, a commotion erupted outside, as if unwelcome guests had suddenly burst into the bar, throwing the once indulgent crowd into chaos. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Grace vaguely heard the bouncers shouting and the bar owner Kaud's angry roar, loud enough to penetrate the soundproof door.

"Don't shoot, everyone put your guns down!"

And the chaos seemed to be approaching closer.

Reaver never thought he would have another chance to be a policeman. Ever since he impulsively took off his uniform to fight fire in the Watson District last time, NCPD fired him that same day.