Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 442 55. Now you have to admit it
"This trajectory is wrong, I may have to get off V."

As Carl was muttering, the heavy truck slammed into Oriona and Kiley's car from the side, and the two-seater car flew to one side and spun almost without any resistance.

The car in mid-air had already twisted. After spinning irregularly for a few times, it knocked the vehicle next to it and then slammed heavily to the ground.

"boom--"

Along with broken glass and fragments of spare parts, Kiley's body was thrown out of the car. After rolling for a distance on the ground, he wailed with blood all over his face.

Kilai was not dead, thanks to the Titan subcutaneous armor on his upper body and the Animal Gang's special injections he had been taking, but his right leg was twisted at a very strange angle, and the severe pain made him curse continuously: "Who, who the hell is that bastard?"

While venting his pain with curses, Kilai still held the commission box tightly in his arms. He tried to steady himself on the ground and looked towards the vehicle.

Which bastard hit them?

When Kilay looked towards the vehicle, what he saw was Oriona lying beside the vehicle, dying.

Both Oriona and Keely were very lucky not to die in the car accident, but both of them were not in good condition. Keely only had a twisted right leg bone, and after Oriona flew out of the vehicle, she lay on the ground and vomited blood, unable to even get up.

Oriona was still conscious in the pain. She looked at Keeley, stretched out her hand with great effort, and uttered a low plea: "Help me, help me Keeley."

Help her?
Kile saw four people getting off the truck. They were walking towards Oriona. As if they noticed Oriona asking for help from Kile, they glanced at Kile. The leader waved his hand at Kile, as if to signal him that he could leave.

If he had encountered such an inexplicable thing in the past, Kilai would definitely support himself with the one leg that could still move and teach these people a lesson. However, looking at Oriona's appearance and feeling the box in his arms that concerned his life, Kilai did not hesitate at all. He struggled to prop himself up from the ground, limped to the back, and directly abandoned Oriona.

Anyway, Oriana was in a dying condition now, and those people who came to their house for no apparent reason seemed to be looking for trouble with Oriana. She was just implicated. At this time, it was more important to worry about her own life.

Twenty minutes was not enough time, he had to quickly grab a car on the side of the road and go to Cormack. As for Oriona, the worst that could happen was that he would go back and find a chance to collect her body.

"Kile, you bastard!"

Seeing that Kilai didn't even hesitate and turned around and left immediately when he felt something was wrong, Oriona seemed to have noticed something. She turned her head to the side and saw someone approaching her with various weapons.

"Damn, what happened? Is the enemy here to find me? It's too good to be true!"

"Who are you?"

Oriona wanted to resist, but her body gave her no strength at all, so she could only curl up and watch the four men approach.

“We are not who we are.”

Contrary to Oriona's expectations, the four men did not kill her after approaching her. They clearly attacked her, but when they looked at Oriona, she could feel that they were worried about her physical condition.

She looked as if she couldn't die yet.

The leader of the four men squatted down and injected the drug into Oriona's body. Although it could not cure her injuries, it alleviated her death.

"Is this an apology for accidentally crashing a car? That's not enough. Where's your doctor?"

After being injected with the drug, although she still felt her life slipping away, Orionna felt that she had some strength to speak.

"There will be no doctors, and no mercy."

The leader stood up after injecting Oriona with the drug. The four of them stood on the four sides of Oriona from four directions, looking down at her, just like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the New Testament of the Bible, watching the judgment that was about to come.

Oriona's blood was flowing, and in the dripping blood, she heard the sound of vehicles.

A car drove by her, and then a pair of leather-shod feet came out of the car, landed beside her, and stepped into the blood pit.

"How sad."

A familiar voice reached Oriona's ears from top to bottom. When Oriona looked up at the man, all she saw was a figure with an unclear face under the bright lights of Night City.

"It seems that you are not capable enough to pass my test, Oriona."

"Esson-Breen."

Lying on the ground, Oriona's eyes gradually adapted to the shadows and she could see clearly the person looking down at her. All that existed in her heart was doubt.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Talking about the trial, he threw the terrorist squad's things to them and then sent someone to intercept them halfway. What on earth is this crazy old man doing!
“Some people believe that a handshake creates a bond of trust, but I don’t think so.”

Esson-Breen looked down at Oriona and said, "I only believe that people with my blood in their veins can be trusted, but the fact is that no matter how much trust there is, the result is only betrayal. Do you feel a little betrayal now? It comes from the handshake companions and the betrayal of blood."

"what are you talking about?"

"I mean, you are so pathetic, Oriona, my niece."

Niece?
Hearing this word, Oriona widened her eyes and looked at Eson-Breen in disbelief.

What did this crazy old man just say?
"My sister betrayed me."

Ason-Breen played with the golden scimitar in his hand and said to Oriona slowly:

"In the past, my sister and I were the most famous legends in Night City. Our team was invincible. We could easily kill more than a dozen gang members with just a machete. Half of the people in the city were afraid of us, and the other half were afraid of us. I always thought that our legend would continue indefinitely until thirty years ago."

As if telling a story, there was no rush to let Oriona die. At Esong-Breen's signal, another shot of the drug was injected into Oriona's body. Oriona, whose life was extended again, was forced to stay conscious and listen to Esong-Breen's story:

"Thirty years ago, my sister was attacked by people who feared us. When I arrived at the scene, there was nothing left on the ground except an arm. Since then, our legend has ended, and I have embarked on the path of hunting down the kinslayer. This hunt has lasted for thirty years."

Esson-Breen let go of the golden scimitar in his hand. The golden scimitar fell down and landed beside Oriona's cheek, piercing into the blood-soaked land:

"I have spent the rest of my life searching for the real culprit behind the incident. I even left the Valentino Gang, the gang I dedicated the first half of my life to. I thought I would continue on this path for the rest of my life, but my dear niece, my dear Oriona, do you know what I discovered?"

Esson-Breen showed a ferocious smile: "By chance, I found a mercenary who was becoming famous in the city. Her face was so similar to my sister, the legendary 'Crying Girl' of the Valentino Gang. Her movements were also as if my sister was reborn. This is really too coincidental, isn't it?"

Esson-Breen covered his face:
"Blood ties, I thought the blood ties I had always believed in would never betray me, but the truth is, the blood ties that had been tied to me for the first and second half of my life, betrayed me. My life is meaningless and a joke.
My sister never died, and the enemy I was looking for never existed. She never trusted me as her brother, and kept it a secret from me. She chose to leave the gang, found someone to marry, and even gave birth to a niece for me. She lived a happy life. This is really sad."

Laughing loudly, Asson-Breen almost couldn't breathe. "When I looked at her, when I looked at my sister who lived a happy life, guess what I was thinking, Oriona? Yes, my thoughts were very simple, really very simple. My sister died thirty years ago, and the one who is alive now is just an enemy who killed my sister and made me spend my whole life chasing him. It's that simple, that simple."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Looking at the old man laughing wildly in front of her, Oriona's face was extremely stiff. Looking at his crazy laughter, for some reason, her throat became drier and drier.

"You're crazy."

she says.

“I’m definitely crazy,” he said.

The old man bent over, hunched over, and picked up the machete on the ground. The moment he picked up the knife, his back seemed to be unbendable.

It was straight, as straight as a gun. At this moment, it was like going back to thirty years ago.

The legend of the Valentino Gang is back.

"Any last words?"

The feeling of accepting hatred was so simple, so easy, that it made the old man tolerant. He looked down at the stranger on the ground and said, "I will give you enough chances to say your last words."

Oriona took a breath. "I just have one question."

The more blood she lost, the clearer her mind, which should have been blurry and irrational, became. Oriona understood one thing: "The things in that box are not from the Terrorist Squad."

"of course not."

Esson-Breen said: "The Terrorist Squad will implicate my enemies because of you. I want to take revenge myself."

Is that so?
It won't implicate Vaira.

Thinking about her daughter, who was born when she was young because of improper living and didn't even know who the father was, and who is now eight years old, Oriona, who is now 26 years old, recalled her life.

Should I feel pity?

Should I regret that I didn't betray Kile and Cormack, two bastards who really thought I was a naive girl? Should I regret that I didn't have a good talk with that bastard's father and tell him that the military technology subsidy he always thought was the money I had transferred? Or should I regret that I didn't have a good talk with that girlfriend who sold internal information for me at the military technology company?

Oriona felt that there seemed to be nothing to regret.

My mother, she can deal with this uncle who came to seek revenge, right? She taught me all my skills, she can definitely do it.

It’s a pity that I didn’t perform well this time and just lay on the ground, but it doesn’t seem to be a pity.

After all, the purpose of learning this skill in the first place was to deal with those boys who went camping with me, climbed into my bed, and whom I didn't like. Although I didn't earn enough money to give Vaira a comfortable life, it was not bad to be able to get to this point.

Bloodline, hatred.
Watching Oriona close her eyes, Esson-Breen slowly raised the golden scimitar in his hand.

His hands were steady, just as they had been thirty years earlier when he'd taken out rival gang members on the streets for the Valentinos.

However, no matter how steady it was, it was not as steady as Carl's fingers that were touching the screen now.

"drop."

The sound of the phone being connected rang out next to Esson-Breen and his four men. The five of them only realized now that there was someone next to them.

Looking for the source of the sound, Karl was holding the phone in one hand and looking at them calmly with the other.

"KK!"

No one would not know him.

When Esson Brian saw KK, he was stunned for a moment.

He knew that the guarantor this time was the most famous mercenary in Night City in this new era, but wasn't the thing in the hands of that Killai? That was why he let that guy go, so why was KK still here?

Nothing was lost and it was not their turn to complete the mission, so why did KK appear in front of them?

"I'll vouch for you."

KK spoke, but his words were not directed to Eson Breen or anyone around him.

"Mr. Police Officer, someone here deliberately caused a car accident and caused injuries. According to Night City law, you should take care of it."

KK is on the phone, and listening to the voice
Is he calling the police?
police?

Those NCPD guys, what use are they?
"I heard."

The voice came from a distance, and along with it came a young man in an NCPD uniform, walking slowly with a phone in his hand: "I saw it too."

The young man also did not look at Eson-Breen or anyone around him. His eyes were looking into the distance.

As if aware of something, Aisong-Breen also looked in that direction.

Over there, there is a crooked vehicle.

A vehicle was hit by the flying car that Oriona and Kiley were riding in and was knocked to the side of the road.

Two people with bloody heads and unconscious were now lying flat beside the vehicle. Judging from their similar appearance, the two people, one big and one small, who had obviously received temporary treatment were a mother and son, and they were implicated in the previous car crash.

"Revenge is fine, but don't involve irrelevant people."

Carl said: "Otherwise I will call the police."

"呲呲呲."

The sound of electricity came from the baton in Andy's hand, and his eyes were fixed on Esson Blaine and the people around him.

"I will arrest you according to the law. Do not resist in vain."

The patrolling NCPD officers today are a new group, and unlike in the past, they are all elites in the police station, while Eson-Breen still seems to be a gang member living in thirty years ago.

"This is not thirty years ago." Carl, who has no criminal record, has always been a "law-abiding" citizen.

He put down the phone and said to Esong-Breen calmly, "Old man, in Night City now, revenge doesn't mean harming the innocent."

Carl never attacks innocent people, and the rules he agrees with are the rules of the current NCPD police special operations team. The former Night City Valentino gang legends must abide by these rules if they want to do things in front of the NCPD on the streets of Night City today!

This is not the red era dominated by gang legends thirty years ago.

It's 2076 now.

The most famous mercenary in the entire Night City is called KK.

(End of this chapter)