From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

Along the way, Jack kept telling him what an awesome place the afterlife was - the place for the big brothers, a place where only the top guys could come.

V also added: "This place turned out to be a morgue. Isn't it interesting?"

Leo already knew what the afterlife was like, but he had to admit that this one was like walking into an ice cellar, which was indeed very impressive.

There are exhaust fans everywhere, and the air they blow out is frosty.

Walk down the stairs and the official entrance to the afterlife is about ten meters ahead.

In the area before the entrance, there were several vending machines scattered around, as well as customers and mercenaries who were either unable to get in or had run out to get some fresh air.

Jack was in front and V was behind, shielding him from most of the scrutiny.

"Are you ready to be amazed? Come on!"

At this point, Jack couldn't hold back any longer - he rubbed his hands excitedly and twisted his body a few times, which were obviously Latin dance moves.

however,

Before you can have an eye-opener, there is obviously still a hurdle to overcome.

"Stop, guys. Are you customers or mercenaries?"

The big security guard Emerick stood in front of the door like a wall.

Compared to his attitude in the "plot", his current tone of voice is quite gentle.

Leo felt that it was most likely because of himself - the clothes he was wearing were high-end items and he had a good temperament, just like gold in the sand, it couldn't be hidden.

Jack and V hesitated for a moment, then silently stepped aside.

Now it is clear who the leader is.

Leo took a step forward confidently: "Neither, I'm the new middleman, you can call me L."

Nobody: Chapter 50: Afterlife Bar

"middleman?"

Emeric's prosthetic eye lit up, and after a few seconds, he shook his head.

"Your name is not on the list. I can't let you in."

This answer was within Leo's expectations.

He checked the information of the past life last night and knew what conditions were required to get in.

Simply put, customers are the God of Wealth, and can enter freely after verifying their capital. The middlemen and mercenaries inside are very willing to receive customers, and there is no need to explain the reason.

But the entry threshold for mercenaries and middlemen is relatively high - either they need to be famous, have skills, or have a big shot willing to lend a hand.

As long as you enter once, you will be included in the whitelist and you will not be blocked next time you enter.

Leo has already discussed countermeasures with Chunbai, and now it is time to use them.

【Pure White, proceed according to the plan.】

[Understood, give me five seconds, five... four...]

Five seconds passed in a flash. Leo seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, "Are you sure? Why not take a closer look?"

Emeric's eyes moved slightly and lit up again.

Soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "You... hacked into the network system of the next life?"

Jack and V were also surprised when they heard this.

This behavior is so high-profile that it's almost like a slap in the face.

Leo kept smiling: "Your hackers are very powerful. The ones responsible for network security are considered top-notch hackers. However, my hackers are not bad either. What do you think?"

One of the entry barriers for mercenaries and middlemen is to have skills.

Being able to breach the network security of the afterlife in an instant is certainly a skill, and a not insignificant one at that.

Emeric's artificial eye remained lit, as if he was communicating with someone.

After a moment, he stepped aside and said, "Welcome, you can come in."

The plan goes through!

The strategy they came up with last night was to let Pure White, who was comparable to a wandering AI, disguise himself as a hacker and knock on the door to the afterlife.

Leo looked at Jack and V proudly and stepped forward.

He paused as he approached the tall security guard, took out a money chip and put it in his shirt pocket:

"A little girl will come to see me soon, please let her in."

Emeric's artificial eye lit up as he looked at the chip - 1000 euros.

That’s quite generous of you.

"Okay." The magic of money made the strong man relax. After all, there was someone waiting for the high-profile L inside. If he could handle it, it wouldn't be a big deal to let another person in.

At this point, the door to the afterlife was completely open to the trio.

The passionate rock music echoes in my ears, and the light blue light constitutes the main color of this bar.

"That's it, next life..."

Jack walked forward excitedly, passing Leo who was standing there watching.

"The real heart of Night City - right here, beating thump thump, mano, do you hear it?"

"Ah - I have to have a drink right away, my heart is a bit unbearable."

Looking at Jack walking towards the bar, V imitated Leo's tone and said teasingly: "Look at what you have accomplished. It's just a bar. Is it that serious?"

Although she said that, her eyes were wandering everywhere, with her main focus on the mercenaries.

"As expected, they are top-notch. They all seem to be quite capable."

Leo gently pushed her from behind and led her to follow Jack.

The three of them came to the bar and sat down in a seat away from everyone else.

“This is the chair that the legends sat on. Maybe they even slept on this bar counter!”

Jack's mouth spit out a long list of names like a machine gun. Leo had no impression of some of them, but he had certainly heard of the famous Morgan Blackhand.

It was still morning, and there were not many people at the bar. The female bartender Claire came over enthusiastically: "New face... Welcome to the Afterlife Bar. My name is Claire, what would you like to drink?"

Leo felt guilty when he heard about drinking, mainly because he didn't know whether his body was fully recovered.

V didn't comment and directly passed the buck: "Jack, go ahead and order it. Aren't you a bartender too?"

"It's just amateur stuff, just for fun." Jack explained to the curious Claire, "Let me think... three old fashioned tequilas, with some beer and chili."

"Three Cups of Johnny Silverhand, it looks like someone has done their homework."

"That's right, last night... ahem, I've been looking forward to coming here for a long time."

Claire began to mix the cocktails skillfully and had time to chat with them.

It can be seen that her movements are much more professional than those of Pepi, the bartender of Wild Wolf.

Soon, three glasses of wine were served.

Jack held up a glass of wine and explained to them the rules of the Bar. "The drinks here are named after regular customers, including some legends of Night City. To be honest, I want to get one for myself, just think about it..."

"Jack!" Leo interrupted him hastily. He couldn't let him make any more false promises. "I'd rather not see the names of acquaintances on the wine list. Think of Morgan Blackhand. He's a true legend—a living one."

"To be precise, it's uncertain whether he will live or die." Claire added, "But it's true that when fame and death are equated, you really have to think about whether it's worth it."

"Think about your mom, Jack."

Leo shut Jack up with a fatal sentence.

"Ah... that's right. Most of the men in the Wells family are rotting in trash cans on the street. I'd better try to live longer."

Jack gave up keeping his own recipe and picked up the glass again.

"That's enough. My mouth is dry now. Come on, let's have a drink. What's your toast this time?"

Leo was too lazy to think: "You have already come to the afterlife, what else can I toast with as the first cup?"

"That makes sense. Come on, let's have a toast to the afterlife!"

"cheers!"

The three of them clinked their glasses and drank the liquor in one gulp.

The first taste is spicy and stimulating, with an extremely strong wine aroma. The aftertaste is slightly sweet and has a hint of grass and wood.

"Cough cough."

Leo choked a little, but this time he didn't feel any discomfort. However, the taste of this combination of tequila and chili was really strong, like eating a mouthful of gunpowder.

After finishing his drink, he quickly ordered a few cans of Coke to stop Jack from ordering more drinks.

"Claire, let me get this straight - I'm a new middleman, how can I get a box of my own?"

Claire gave him a deep look:

“The fact that you can come in here shows that you have some skills. But you are still a new face, so you can only rent a box and pay by the day.

Once you get more work here and gain fame and connections, you can charge a monthly fee.

When you become famous, and mercenaries and clients come to you in the next life, then you will have your own private room."

"Renting is fine, how much will it cost?"

"It's charged by the day. A small box is 588, a medium box is 988, and a large box is 1588. Unless you want to do something big or entertain important clients, you can just use the small box."

"Then let's go to the middle box. After all, our tradition is to like 'compromise'."

Claire's eyes lingered on his "Oriental face" for a moment, and she smiled and nodded: "No problem."

After paying the fee, her eyes lit up and she arranged, "Go to Box 7. Walk in from the left side of the bar. There is a sign on the door."

Nobody: Chapter 51 It's broken, I'm Dexter Deshawn!

"Okay, let's talk next time."

Leo said something polite and stood up.

Jack and V naturally had no objection and followed him to the left.

They did not go through the small door in the "plot", but went directly to the main gate under the leadership of Leo.

Of course, his real purpose was to observe his "colleagues" in the open box more.

For example, the private room on the left side of the bar belongs to Rogge, the "Queen of the Afterlife Bar."

A big bodyguard was standing at the door of the box, his body visibly filled with combat prostheses.

Leo discovered that the big shots in Night City seemed to particularly like this one.

The Priest, Dexter, Roger, their bodyguards are all super big guys.

Thinking of this, Leo glanced sideways at Jack...well, he seemed to have joined this group as well.

Jack's build is perfect for being a bodyguard - he's intimidating.

Turning back, he continued walking forward. Rogge's box was closed. He didn't know whether no one was there or he was discussing business.

The big bodyguard noticed his gaze and gave him a warning look - "Don't cause trouble."

Okay, he understood and led people in the opposite direction.

The Next Life Bar in reality is much bigger than the one in the game. As he walked and observed, he found that the class of the customers here was indeed not low.

There are people from all gangs, including the mercenaries here, all of whom are the type with a high degree of cyborgization and a tough temperament.

Not to mention the customers, they all had good taste in clothes, with many valuable accessories on them. Some even wore fur coats that looked like real leather.

You have to know that in this world with extremely harsh natural ecology, more than half of the animals have already become extinct, and anything related to "nature" or "original ecology" is a luxury.

Despite its poor functionality, that fur coat might be more expensive than his bulletproof suit.

In addition, there are morgue cabinets everywhere. The Next Life Bar is indeed a converted morgue. The cabinets that were originally used to store corpses can be pulled out and used as tables or chairs. Some people even eat on them...

He didn't look closely just now, but now he turned around and took a look. There was also a morgue cabinet inside the bar, which had been transformed into a unique small refrigerator.