Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 84 62. Thoughts of David Martinez

David Martinez, something feels wrong right now.

No, it should be said that he felt something was wrong ever since he came out of his house.

David Martinez lives in H4, a giant skyscraper in the Santo Domingo district, an apartment building where most of the residents are low-level workers. Because he is used to the tired and numb gazes of others after get off work, David can keenly perceive different gazes.

For example, drug addicts, thieves, or, like now, those who have ulterior motives towards you.

I'm being targeted.

David trusts his feelings very much, and it is this feeling that helped him grow up safely in Night City when his mother was too busy to take care of him and did not carry a gun with her.

David's eyes quickly scanned the street and finally noticed an NCPD officer patrolling the street.

In the NCPD, patrol officers have the highest mortality rate and are the least popular position, but it must be said that it is because of the existence of this group of patrol officers that the safety of the streets is guaranteed to a certain extent.

Although in today's Santo Domingo, the Six Street Gang may have more say.

David walked towards the NCPD patrol officer, hoping to use the NCPD's deterrence to make the guys who might be following him retreat. In the past, when he encountered problems, he would do this, either find the Sixth Street Gang or the NCPD. Compared to the lowest-level street thugs and scavengers, even the Sixth Street Gang and the corrupt NCPD were so amiable in front of ordinary citizens.

This trick, which always worked in the past, doesn't seem to work very well today.

David felt that even though he was close to the NCPD patrol officers, the feeling of being watched from behind did not subside, but became even stronger.

He is not even afraid of NCPD. The person behind this is no longer an ordinary street thug.

I didn't seem to have done anything, so why was I being targeted?
If it weren't for the fact that he had just come out of the giant skyscraper H4 and the giant skyscraper H4 was behind him, David would have thought of running straight home.

No, I can't run back home. If I run back home, my address might be exposed. If the person following me is someone that even the NCPD is not afraid of, then my mom will be in danger too.
David felt his pocket. There wasn't much money in it, but it was enough to buy the cheapest disposable pistol from a vending machine on the street.

The five-euro plastic pistol could only fire one bullet, but it was still powerful enough to kill a normal adult.

I have never fired a gun before, can I do it?
It must be done.

David encouraged himself in his heart and walked past the NCPD officers as if he was completely unaware that someone was following him. It was not that he had not thought about asking the NCPD officers for help, but he was also very clear about the nature of the NCPD officers patrolling the streets;

If he really faced someone who was not afraid of the NCPD, the police officer might be able to run faster than him, and might even push him to block the bullets, because the only thing the police officer can rely on is actually not much different from David, that is, the police uniform.

Otherwise, would he still rely on the Lexington on his waist? Don't be kidding, with that gun, facing gang members who are not afraid of the NCPD, it might even make them laugh a few times.

As David passed by the NCPD patrol officer, he tilted his head as if he was looking at the officer, and it was this tilt that allowed him to see a figure not far behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Just a quick glance left a very deep impression on David, because the man behind him was a burly guy with a full head of black hair and a small braid on the back of his head. He was wearing a bulletproof jacket and had a bulging waist. Looking at the outline that was completely different from Lexington, it was clear that the holster on his waist must be stuffed with some very powerful weapons.

Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck.

I can tell what’s going on with that extremely powerful man behind him. It’s terrifying!
What on earth did I do to deserve being targeted by such a person? This guy doesn't look like a scavenger. With that aura and that posture, even if he said he was a personal bodyguard of a company executive, I would believe it. How could a person of this level follow me?

In just a short moment, David Martinez recalled his life over the past seventeen years, trying to find out why he was targeted by the macho man.

Sadly, he couldn't find any possibility.

His life should be very ordinary.

I grew up in Santo Domingo like a normal kid, listened to my mother and studied hard, and was admitted to Arasaka Academy like a normal kid. Although I was often rejected by the children of the rich and powerful in the academy, I was still an average student until now. Why did I encounter such a thing? A sentence flashed through David's mind.

In Night City, you never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

After David turned around, he kept the same pace as before, but he had made up his mind in his actions.

He walked to the vending machine on the street, casually bought a bottle of drink, and drank it pretending to be thirsty.

As soon as David took a sip of the drink, he felt something was wrong.

Because he was too nervous and concerned about the burly man behind him, he didn't pay attention to his hand movements, and he actually bought a small Coca-Cola.

It doesn't matter if it's a small coke, the problem is that David is not good at drinking carbonated drinks.

At this time, you can't care so much.

David kept his facial expression unchanged, for fear that the person behind him would notice, and then, as if by chance, he clicked the button to buy a disposable weapon on the weapon vending machine next to him.

Payment completed.

"Click."

The sound of the plastic product falling made David's body stiffen for a moment. The sound was similar to that of a gun bolt pulling the bolt, which scared him. He almost thought that it was the person behind him pulling the bolt, but then he adjusted himself and pretended nothing had happened. He picked up the disposable weapon that fell from the vending machine, opened its packaging, and held the weapon that could only fire one shot firmly in his hand.

In fact, there are more expensive disposable weapons, which have thirty-six bullets, but the price is as high as one hundred euros, which is simply beyond David's affordability.

One bullet, one chance.

'Breathe David, breathe deeply.'

David comforted himself.

"This weapon is not a Lexington. Recall the commercials. Its bullets are powerful enough to penetrate ordinary trash bulletproof vests. The recoil is so strong that it is rumored to be able to break a beginner's wrist. You must not be nervous, otherwise after firing the gun, your hand may not be able to control the recoil and the bullet will fly away. At that time, you are doomed."

As David was gripping his gun tightly, he felt footsteps approaching from behind.

Did you come here because you saw me buying a gun?
Here, right here?!
David's body was shaking slightly, but his hand holding the gun remained firm.

He gritted his teeth and was about to turn around, but he didn't expect the footsteps to suddenly speed up, and then a big hand firmly grasped his gun-holding hands.

David, after all, you don’t have enough experience.

'Suffered. '

Just when David looked ashen and thought that he was doomed today, he heard the big man's voice from the side, which sounded like a suppressed laugh.

"David Martinez, something has happened with your film sales, come with me."

　ps. It was already past eight when I got back, and I was very tired and wanted to play. Then the editor suddenly contacted me and said that it would be put on the shelves tomorrow. Well, what can I do? I can only write today's chapter before it is put on the shelves at midnight, otherwise it will be charged after midnight. Tomorrow is my birthday, which is really a good time. There is still one chapter before twelve o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)