Players Invade Cyberpunk

The cop pointed his gun at the guy's head, arrogantly eyeing the bodyguards and the surrounding crowd who didn't dare make a move.

"I was initially planning to blow your head off with one shot, but you're not worth it. Now hurry up and fork out hush money for your life!"

"Money! Yes, I have money to pay the hush money! Just don't shoot…"

A thoroughly terrified Charles quickly reached into his coat pocket to pull out a wallet and took out a few thousand in cash, but he knew that this sum wouldn't solve the problem. He then had the secretary in the car who was already scared witless pull out all the cash from the car, adding up to tens of thousands.

That was more than enough to cover rent of a few hundred euros a month, with some left over.

As the cop watched the accountant distribute the money to those civilians, he also took out some scattered tens of euros from his pocket, directly throwing them on the ground, the bills scattered around.

"There, don't say I'm unreasonable. Here's your change."

Charles was dumbfounded. When had he ever respected these pathetic tens of euros?

One of his cigars cost more than that.

The other party's actions were an ultimate insult to him.

"No…"

"You have to pick it up."

The cop's eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast, the gun barrel pressed against Charles' forehead.

"Don't you like money? If you don't pick it up now, you won't have the chance to pick it up later. I'll blow your head off with one shot!"

"Pick it up! Pick it up!"

Compared to life, what's dignity worth??

Charles immediately lay on the ground, picking the money up bill by bill.

"Say, thank you, Brother Wuying."

Brother Wuying?

Is that this guy's nickname?

Charles didn't have the time to think so much. He squatted on the ground, picking up the tens of euros bills with his hands, a smile appearing on his face that was uglier than crying.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Wuying."

"Hehe…"

The cop let out a cold laugh. It seemed these capitalists of Night City weren't any taller or had more lives than normal people.

If it were the Li family standing in front of him now, the cop wouldn't even give him the chance to pick up the money, just blow his head off with a shot.

Cowards who bully the weak but fear the strong.

"Wearing suits, tying ties, driving luxury cars to show off—what's the use?"

The cop's gaze made the bodyguards feel extremely embarrassed, and their boss was utterly disgraced.

"With these big shots, eat shit, you."

Charles fled in embarrassment.

Even at the end, he didn't have the courage to order the bodyguards to take out this mercenary.

After all

This was a group of lunatics daring enough to drive a hovercar into Ganbi Mansion.

Not to mention Huang Ban or Fred Real Estate, it didn't even necessarily match the Horizon Corporation's scale now. They truly couldn't afford to provoke these cyber-psychos famously known in Night City.

As the secretary wiped the milk tea off his face with tissues, he kept comforting himself.

"It's fine, it's fine, just wait a couple of days. Huang Ban will wipe them out… go ahead and be arrogant for now, you won't live past a couple of days anyway…"

He reached into his cigar box, took out a cigar, and placed it in his mouth to take a puff to calm his nerves. The secretary beside him also dutifully prepared to light it for the boss.

But oddly enough, the normally reliable retro lighter wouldn't ignite no matter how many times it was flicked.

The secretary initially thought the lighter was broken, but with a forceful press, the liquefied gas spurted out with a hiss, got ignited by the flint, and caught Charles' hair on fire, with the hair oil used for styling acting as an accelerant. The luxury car's backseat turned chaotic, with black smoke billowing out through the window.

It seemed the fire in the Watson District had finally reached his head.

...

Putting away the handgun and looking at the fearful, hesitant gazes around him, the cop felt a bit disappointed but soon resigned himself to it.

It seemed that opening a store in Watson District wasn't a good choice after all; he really should go to the Taiping Continent, with the lowest rent and land prices across Night City, though security there was equally the worst.

"Big brother…"

When the cop looked down, he saw a slightly familiar little girl calling to him from not far away.

The cop tried to put on a kind smile as he walked over and squatted in front of her.

"Yeah, little sister, what's up?"

"I… I want to ask you about someone…"

Nishikawa Ayami had slipped away from her mother's grasp, pulling an A4 paper from her back. It depicted a person with an insect head drawn in crayon, with a burning building behind and holding a child in his arms.

No matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem like a good man. An uninformed person might even think he started the fire, and snatched a child in passing.

Committing every sin!

"This brother is dressed just like you… do you know him?"

"Oh! It's you!"

The photo of Masked Rider rescuing people from the fire had received enough praise on forums, no wonder he found her familiar earlier.

Patting her little head, the cop said, "Yes, I know that guy. What's up?"

"How is he now… Mom said… said he was critically injured… who… got carried away by the doctors… who…"

As she spoke, tears began falling from Nishikawa Ayami's eyes, her childlike nature quickly making her cry.

Wiping her tears with her sleeves, she didn't forget to hold onto the picture.

"Him? That guy's working outside the city moving bricks, minor fatal injuries, he's fine already."

With tears in her eyes, looking at the cop, Nishikawa Ayami sniffled and let out a little snot bubble.

"Rea… really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Then you… can you give this to him for me? I don't have money… just… just have this…"

The little girl offered the drawing to the cop, the childish doodles looking hilariously amateurish. She probably hadn't even gone to school and might have picked up the paper from the ruins.

However, the cop treated it as if he had received a precious cybernetic part, holding it in his hand for quite a while before placing it back in the little girl's hands.

"Such a valuable thing, you should give it to him yourself. If you don't mind, I can take you to see him now."

The cop looked over at Nishikawa Meishu beside her, as it's always best to get a parent's consent before taking someone's daughter.

"..."

Nishikawa Meishu hesitated a little. After all, judging by this person's demeanor, he might be from Evil Land…

Which was far more dangerous than Night City, and they were just a mother and daughter powerless to defend themselves…

But looking at her daughter's eyes and their apartment which had turned to ashes…

"Sir… please."