Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 391 4. Welcoming Gunshots

Ghost look.
Hearing this, Oliver, who came to the so-called Seven Bar with his companions and served as a communication staff, looked at the people who walked in from the door. After seeing the group of people clearly, the first thought that came to his mind was.

'The Whirlpool Gang?'

It's no wonder Oliver thinks so, because in Night City, nine out of ten people who would make such crude modifications to themselves as if they could die at any time, and even change their faces beyond recognition and install messy prosthetic eyes, are members of the Uzumaki Gang.

But this is not Night City, this is Los Angeles, the 'City of Angels' that hates the people of Night City, so naturally they cannot exist in Night City. The Vortex Gang only has influence within a few blocks. If we want to use more precise words to describe the first impression of these people, it should be the 'Vortex Gang' of Los Angeles.

The Los Angeles Police Department was destroyed during the second Los Angeles riots, and the only government forces maintaining order now are the front-line troops sent by the New America. Oliver can't connect to the Night City NCPD database through the special program installed on his prosthetic eyes to check the identities of these people as he did in Night City, so he doesn't know what attitude he should use to deal with this group of "locals".

Oliver hadn't thought it through, but the people who came in had already noticed that they were obviously outsiders.

The leading person, who had three pairs of artificial eyes installed in the place of his original eyes and cheekbones, immediately set his eyes on Oliver who was sitting in front of his boss. His six eyes scanned and observed Oliver from head to toe, focusing on the obvious prosthetic appearance of Oliver's artificial eyes and hands;

After a while, he waved his hand, and the several people who followed him in sat down in different places in the bar, vaguely surrounding Oliver and others, and he sat in the seat next to Oliver, with half of his butt showing from the gap.

As if he had gotten used to this shabby seat, this highly modified person looked at Oliver and uttered a soft voice that was adjusted by the mechanical parts of his throat: "Outsider?"

"Yes."

Oliver turned sideways and tilted his seat: "Any questions?"

"No problem, just a little curious."

The man who looked young, at most Oliver's age, said, "I'm curious if you are from Night City."

'People in Los Angeles hate people in Night City, but you can't say you're from Night City.'

Oliver's mind flashed with the information he had seen in the Bad Land, and he asked with a puzzled look:

"Is there anything special about the people in Night City?"

"Nothing special, but if they are guests from Night City, then we have to welcome them well. After all, we are 'brother' cities."

The six-eyed young man smiled a ferocious but kind smile: "So, my friend from outside, are you from Night City?"

"How could I be from a place like Night City?"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "I heard that in that damn place, all day long, either cyber-psychopaths are killing people on the streets, or the NCPD is enforcing the law indiscriminately. There are also gangs called the Six Street Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang fighting each other. If I were from that place, would I still be alive today?"

After hearing Oliver's denial, the six-eyed young man's kind smile paused slightly, as if he was wearing a mask and stopped on his face: "Who are you, my friend?"

"Badland smuggler, why, do you have to ask about this kind of thing? Do you people in Los Angeles have the habit of asking about everything?"

"of course not."

The six-eyed young man didn't care about Oliver's attitude and still maintained that mask-like smile: "It's just that it's rare to meet outsiders. As a local, I have to welcome them."

He introduced himself: "Just treat this as a casual chat while drinking. I'm Jin Zhiyun from the gear group. I don't know how to call you, friends. Maybe we'll need your help with shipping in the future."

Gear set?
Hearing this somewhat unfamiliar word, Oliver was more concerned about the surname of the six-eyed young man: "Jin Zhiyun, are you Chinese?"

"Korean." Jin Zhiyun said calmly, "But my grandfather's generation was American."

Korean.

After listening to the person's introduction and looking at the other person's expression, Oliver knew that he should also give his name, but he had no intention of hiding it.

His features had been altered, and his name was so common that it was okay to say it: "Oliver, of Buckle."

"Baker"

Jin Zhiyun had obviously heard of this tribe. Before Jin Zhiyun could say anything, Oliver continued, "Oh, now that you're following the Snake Nation, you should call yourself the Snake Nation."

To survive in the outside world, one naturally needs a corresponding identity. A person who is simply running goods is naturally not convincing enough. Before entering the city, the team members agreed to use Baker, who V is most familiar with, as a disguise identity. As a former member of the Baker family, no one knows Baker better than V. V is now connected to Oliver in the communication, waiting for Jin Zhiyun to continue questioning.

If they want to do things in this city, they have to establish some connections with the locals. If they can really reveal some insignificant, past-tense intelligence and obtain the information they want, that would naturally be great.

"I've heard that Buckle joined the Snake Nation, but I didn't expect you guys to come near Los Angeles."

After Jin Zhiyun compared the information he knew in his mind, he had a basic trust in the identities of Oliver and others, and the people of Snake State.
He is a person with some background and is not easy to move.

After all, I heard that there is a company backing them.

Just when Jin Zhiyun was about to say something, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the bar, breaking the somewhat silent conversation in the bar. Following the gunshot, there was a series of gunshots and roars from outside:
"Get out here, you bastard from the gear group, so I can fill your squeaking little round ass with my big steel cannon!"

Hearing this, the gear group members in the bar stood up almost at the same time, and without Jin Zhiyun saying anything, they rushed out of the bar one after another, and Jin Zhiyun also stood up.

He reached out and patted Oliver's shoulder gently:

"Welcome to Los Angeles, Oliver friend."

After saying this, he instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a half-broken rotating round chair where he had been before.

'Sean Westin.'

Oliver listened to the increasingly intense gunfire as the gear crew rushed out outside, and looked at Carl.

Carl was sitting by the window of the bar, looking out. When he felt Oliver's gaze, he turned his head and smiled at him.

“I think I like this city.”

The familiarity of this city is just so right.

No wonder it is said to be a sister city to Night City.

The taste is so right, it's like they were made from the same mold.

Just like when Carl first came to Night City, the first thing that welcomed him was always the sound of gunfire.

(End of this chapter)