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Chapter 150: Natives may not know the way

Night City, Mental Rehabilitation Center, commonly known as the Black Clinic.

A man with a naked upper body and wearing a white isolation suit like a butcher walked out of the operating room with a mask on. He looked at David and Armstrong with an indifferent face and said:

"The operation was very successful, but she is still in a coma and we will arrange for her to be hospitalized for observation in the next few days."

Hearing the doctor's words, David opened his mouth and then asked in a low voice: "Can I see her?"

"No, the cheapest package doesn't include patient visits."

Hearing this, David lowered his head in confusion.

David now has a lot of money, a lot of money. The transfer of the trauma team alone is as high as more than 2076 euros. But this money is not paper money - even in , paper money still plays a huge role in Night City. Because transactions made by credit chips will be tracked, while paper money is gone once it is spent, which is safe and secure.

The reason why the trauma team members agreed to transfer the money so quickly was because each of them had a credit chip of the highest level. In comparison, David's credit chip was just an ordinary one. In addition, the big data information about David's family situation, after the trauma team appealed, the extra income in David's bank account was almost immediately frozen.

The remaining money is only enough for the cheapest package of initial treatment.

"Let's...let's go." David looked at Armstrong in a daze. Perhaps the series of blows were too severe, and the excitement he had when he first met Armstrong had disappeared.

The cruelty of real society made David feel the school environment for the first time, and the arrogance of those children of power and wealth seemed not worth mentioning.

Gather some money… We have to gather some money, otherwise mom will die.

David thought blankly, not noticing that the doctor beside him was also observing him. Then he shook his head with a bored look on his face, and then his eyes flickered, and he said something coldly through the communication chip.

"Go? Where do you want to go?"

After hearing David's words, Armstrong sneered: "Didn't you notice? The doctor has determined that you are unable to pay for the follow-up expenses, and has asked someone to dismantle your mother's prosthesis and sell it to make back the investment."

"Um?!"

Hearing this, David suddenly raised his head and then looked to the side.

After hearing Armstrong's words, the doctor standing nearby was also stunned, and then said indifferently: "Sir, our mental rehabilitation center is a regular hospital. If you slander us like this, we will add additional compensation on top of the original bill."

"Haha, that's a straightforward response, I like it." Armstrong stood up from the stainless steel chair. David looked just right for him, but looked inexplicably small under Armstrong's body.

Without paying attention to the doctor's words, Armstrong just looked at David and said:

"I like this city because this is what my dream society should be like. There are no laws, no rules, so that everyone can get rid of the constraints of law and morality and hurt others at will. It also allows everyone to climb to the top of society by their own strength, thus selecting the truly strong under absolutely fair conditions."

Armstrong took out a cigar from his bosom and put it into his mouth with excitement on his face. His fingers turned black like metal, and with just a slight rub, the cigar head was ignited by the high temperature.

"Just like death, it makes this society full of absolute fairness. There is no reason or rules, and the strong will prevail."

"..."

If it were in the past, David might have thought this was cool, but now, in such an environment, feeling his own poverty and powerlessness, David only felt genuinely confused.

Armstrong just patted David on the shoulder, and the heavy force made David feel a little pain.

"Your eyes look familiar to me... He was a guy who left a deep impression on me, his name was Lei Dian. But the Lei Dian I met had a much firmer look than yours - he was supposed to be the proof of my being the number one debater. But unfortunately, he doesn't agree with my philosophy. The reason seems to be that I, who was born into an elite class, can't understand the hardships of the lower class? And the price of pain?"

"To be honest, this is a little hard for me to understand. Because he has succeeded, from a low-level boy scout to the terrifying Jack the Ripper... But it doesn't matter. Come on, kid, tell me, do you still remember what your dream is?"

"dream?"

Hearing this, David froze in place, and then his eyes flashed before his eyes, when he had an argument with his mother in the car and she said these heartfelt words with tears in her eyes in extreme pain.

"I...I want to...I want to climb to the top of Arasaka Tower."

"Arasaka Tower? Never heard of it, but it sounds great."

Nodding, Armstrong showed a satisfied smile: "Then let's start from here... Come, let me teach you how to solve the current trouble."

Turning around, without waiting for the doctor to come back to his senses and trigger the alarm, Armstrong's fist directly smashed the doctor's passage. He clenched his palm and clenched his fist, accompanied by some iron pieces falling. When Armstrong opened his hand again, only a few chips remained in his palm.

"Although they are all prosthetic technologies, this kind of prosthetic chips have long been eliminated in my world. I heard that you are a top student in some college? Come and see if there is anything you can use."

After hearing Armstrong's words and looking at the chip in Armstrong's hand that was still stained with artificial organic solution and biological brain mixture, David couldn't help but retching even though he had a relatively complete understanding of Armstrong. But soon, David quickly regained his composure, then took out the communication chip and inserted it into the card slot behind his ear.

Scavenger A: "I never thought that Gloria would have such a day. She has provided us with many valuable prosthetics."

Through the communication chip, David quickly heard the message recorded in the operating room. According to the ID in the upper right corner, the number of this chip is Scavenger C.

Scavenger B: "I heard that her son is studying at Arasaka Academy? Maybe she wants to use it as a stepping stone to change her life? It's really unrealistic. She might as well agree to join us as a scavenger earlier." Scavenger A: "Who said it wasn't... Well, the scan is complete. This guy not only has no money, but also owes Arasaka Academy a large sum of money. It is estimated that he will not be able to pay the remaining balance. Let's just check out."

Scavenger C: "Well, if that's the case, you guys go ahead and I'll go out and get rid of that guy."

Scavenger B: "Okay, let's see what happens."

Then, there is the communication after Scavenger C left the operating room.

Scavenger B: "Speaking of which, how about paying directly? There won't be any problem, right?"

Scavenger A: "What could possibly happen? Can that "top student" kill C? Stop talking nonsense here, Gloria's physiological signs are still intact... Damn, a woman who is a mother can still be so coquettish, get some adrenaline to warm me up, I've been wanting to try this guy for a long time, and now I finally have the chance, haha~"

Scavenger B: "Haha! I knew it. This bitch is not dead yet. Don't waste your adrenaline. Just connect the electrodes and stimulate her to get hot~"

Scavenger A: "Who cares? I can't hold it any longer! Haha, Old C, hurry up too, or you won't get your turn at the butt hole~"

"Kill them!"

Looking at the message record that stopped three minutes ago, David's eyes were almost instantly filled with bloodshot.

"Please, help me kill them! I'll do anything! Whatever it is, I'll do it!!"

"Hahaha!" After hearing David's words, a cold and stern light flashed in Armstrong's eyes, accompanied by a completely undisguised laugh. He turned around with his burly body and punched the tightly closed alloy door of the operating room to pieces.

As the door was blown away, David saw his mother lying naked on the operating table. She was still alive, and he could see that Gloria was still breathing slightly. Although it seemed that she would stop breathing in the next moment, at least now, she hadn't!
On the mother's side were two doctors, one muscular and the other obese. The former was holding a circular saw, and had already cut open the muscles along Gloria's back, revealing the artificial spine prosthesis inside, which was connected to a large number of electrodes. His hand was on the button beside him, as if he was about to start it.

The fat scavenger next to him couldn't wait to take off his pants and squeezed a tube of lubricant on his fingers and was about to apply it.

"Mother!!"

Seeing this scene, David's eyes were bloodshot and he almost instinctively rushed towards the two scavengers.

The two scavengers were startled when they saw the two men who suddenly appeared, but they quickly came to their senses, spitted, and then took out two rifles from under the operating table and pointed them at David and Armstrong:

"Damn it! Where is Old C?!"

"Get rid of them first!"

The sturdy street sweeper beside him also snorted coldly. Then the joints of his arms began to hum like an engine, and through the symbolic rubber gloves, the circuits on the surface of his body emitted a fascinating red light. Then, without any pause, he raised his gorilla arm and smashed it towards David's head.

As an engineering prosthesis specially developed by the Arasaka Group for heavy physical engineering work, although the gorilla arm is nominally suitable for engineering, in fact, just like a baseball bat, it is more often used in street fights.

As scavengers, the prostheses of these doctors are naturally not comparable to those of the lower-class people like David's family. Rather, in order to prevent the truth from being revealed later, or the patient finding something wrong during the process and choosing to attack and hurt others, after getting a good prosthesis, they often first think about whether they can use it, and then decide whether to sell it based on the market price.

Now, the ZW-238 heavy-duty arm prosthesis. Not to mention a poor student with junk prosthesis all over his body, even if it is a reinforced concrete wall, the scavenger has the confidence to smash it with one punch!
But in the next moment, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of steel twisting, the scavenger felt an unbearable pain in his arm through the neural sensors.

Armstrong pressed the gorilla's arm into a twisted piece of scrap metal, and threw the gorilla aside like a straw. Seeing this, the fat man's pupils shrank, and he immediately raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.

Although they were two rifles, the fat man's aim did not deviate at all due to the recoil under the stability of the enhanced prosthesis. But what the fat man couldn't understand was that along with the gushing flames, the flying bullets fell on the man's body and only left one black dot after another.

No, it wasn't left behind. Instead, the moment the bullet hit the man's body, a steel-like black light appeared, and then the bullet was knocked away and turned into a ricochet with the sound of metal clashing. Not paying attention for a moment, the rifle in his hand not only failed to hurt Armstrong, but the fat man let out a cry of pain, and then there was a bloody hole left by a bullet on his shoulder.

Armstrong kicked the fat man away with a kick in the heart. He did not choose to continue attacking, but pulled out the smart rifle from the fat man's hand and threw it to David beside him.

"You resolve your own matters."

Hearing this, David raised the smart rifle in his hand without hesitation and pulled the trigger in the fat man's horrified eyes. But disappointingly, after pulling the trigger, there was only the sound of the gun chamber firing empty - the new generation of smart rifles from Kangtao, with a chip lock, cannot be used without authorization even if it is seized by the enemy.

Although he couldn't shoot, David didn't calm down or give up. Instead, he held the gun high up. The lightweight synthetic fiber buttstock felt like a war hammer when he swung it vigorously. He rode on the fat man's body and hit him dozens of times.

At first, the fat man could barely beg for mercy, but David's eyes did not change at all, filled with undisguised fear and anger. It was not until the fat man's head was completely shattered and the circuits in the cavity mixed with brain fluid splashed all over the ground that David realized it belatedly and stopped attacking.

Just when David was still feeling the unprecedented exhaustion, the strong man scavenger with the gorilla arm rushed up again. But this time David had already demonstrated his ability and was exhausted, so Armstrong did not show mercy. He just casually waved his arm and destroyed it directly into a pile of bloody mechanical parts embedded in the wall.

The cut on Gloria's back was simply sutured, and then an injection of adrenaline was injected. With a muffled groan, Gloria's condition briefly improved.

"This is the hospital your mother trusted, not yours. If your mother dies, they won't pity you."

Holding the cigar between his fingers, Armstrong exhaled a puff of gray mist with a leisurely look on his face.

"I learned this the first time I came here, but you, a native, don't know it at all? Now, go to the hospital you trust."

(End of this chapter)