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Chapter 152: A younger brother who doesn't want to be the boss is not a good lackey
While the cyborg doctor was still trying his best to treat Gloria, Armstrong was also looking at this black clinic with interest.

Although they were all black clinics, this one was obviously much more straightforward than the so-called mental rehabilitation center. Although there were many prosthetic parts hanging in a dazzling array, judging from the marks on them, it was obviously fair trade, not a forced sale like a scavenger.

Thinking of this, Armstrong looked at the graffiti of the Six Street Gang at the door with interest, and then pulled out a uniform from a corner.

The uniforms are clearly based on American military uniforms… no, it’s military uniforms, but old-fashioned ones. And it’s not just one single item, but a set – combat boots, combat vests, knee pads, overalls, and baseball caps with old-fashioned American flags, stars, stripes, and eagles.

Looking at these old military uniforms, Armstrong narrowed his eyes, then looked at David standing aside and asked:

"What is this gang called the Sixth Street Gang? Have you heard of it?"

"Yes, the Six Street Gang, one of the largest gangs in Santo Dogo."

After hearing Armstrong's question and confirming that his mother was being treated, David came out of the shadow of his mother's death. Although David's bright and energetic eyes had become slightly darker after witnessing the cruelty of Night City, they were much better than when he saw his mother almost being insulted and killed.

Coupled with Armstrong's powerful strength, David did not hide it and said, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with these gangs, because I was in school before this. But my mother said that the Sixth Street Gang is still very good. It is said that most of the members are veterans who have experienced the Fourth Corporate War. Whether it is combat experience or combat literacy, they are much higher than other gangsters. Although the number of people may not be as large as the Scavengers, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated."

After chatting for a while, about half an hour later, the doctor came out of the room.

When David saw the doctor, he immediately stood up and asked, "My mother..."

"No problem, it's basically been solved. It's just a matter of replacing a spine. The other injuries are minor. Well, scavengers are usually very rich, so I just replaced them with artificial muscles."

After wiping the blood and organic solution off his hands, the doctor first took out a bottle of wheat juice from the refrigerator nearby, bit off the bottle cap with his teeth, drank it while saying:
"Speaking of which, what were you guys talking about? Why did you pull out your old clothes for me? If those old bastards from the Sixth Street Gang knew about this, they would definitely blackmail me for a lot of prosthetics."

Hearing this, just as David was scratching his head, not knowing how to explain, the doctor beside him shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said helplessly, "Damn, you came just in time... Come on, just chat among yourselves. Let me make it clear first, if you don't talk well, go out and fight. I'm not going to clean up the house for you."

As the doctor spoke, a man wearing sunglasses and military uniform walked in from outside and waved his hand at the doctor generously: "Haha! Doctor, I'm here again! What's new? I heard that there is a new military-grade Sanwestan on the market recently? What's the news?"

"Oh, that's enough, cannon." After hearing the man's words, the doctor said helplessly, "You usually have a lot of requests, but I didn't expect you to have such a big appetite now? People in the whole city are eyeing this thing, and I don't have that kind of hot stuff here."

"Tsk, I knew it." After hearing the man's words, Will Cannon curled his lips, found a chair and sat down and said, "I guess so. It's really hard to believe that someone like you can become an illegal cyborg doctor. Just think that you should be content with your small fortune. With your skills, you can definitely find a decent job in a large hospital in the main city."

"Just order it. They are not much better. Santo Dogo is not bad either. Although the environment is a bit worse, it is safer."

As he said this, the doctor also said to David and Armstrong, "This guy's name is Will Cannon. He's a senior manager of the Six Street Gang and he's quite popular. If you want to know more about the Six Street Gang, you can ask him."

After hearing the doctor's words, Will Cannon also noticed Armstrong - to be more precise, Will Cannon saw Armstrong at first sight. Although there was no trace of prosthetics on his body, his huge body next to the skinny doctor and David, who was a normal teenager, had silently attracted everyone's attention.

What's more, Armstrong was holding his old military uniform in his hand.

Thinking about it, Will Cannon said with interest: "What do you mean, brother? What do you do? Do you also want to join the Sixth Street Gang? If you are an old friend of the doctor, I can find a backdoor for you."

"I am indeed very interested in the Sixth Street Gang." After hearing Will Cannon's words, Armstrong smiled and asked, "But I haven't decided whether to join yet. So? Can you tell me your story?"

"What kind of story can there be? It's just a bunch of retired veterans who don't want to be lonely."

After hearing Armstrong's question, Will Cannon took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, found a chair to sit down, and said leisurely while puffing out smoke:

"After the Fourth Corporate War, we lost our jobs. You know the style of Night City. Those NCPD members are all dogs of the rich. They don't bother to manage places like Santo Dogo. So we, who don't know what to do, gathered together again to avoid those gangsters and thugs who are partying on the streets all day long, making it difficult for us to sleep well."

"Of course, although we are all gangs, don't associate us with stupid lunatics like the Scavenger Whirlpool Gang. Our philosophy has always been "to bring justice to the city"~"

When he talked about the latter part, Will Cannon couldn't help laughing.

"Well, we did form the Six Street Gang with this mentality in the beginning. But now, it's just to make it easier to do things that are inconvenient to do~"

"After all, that's what Night City is like."

Hearing this, Armstrong nodded, then looked at the old military uniform from Will Cannon in his hand and said:

"Where did you serve?"

"Marine Corps, what about you?" "Same."

"Oh?" Will Cannon's eyes lit up when he heard Armstrong introduce himself. He then said, "I didn't expect you were also from the Navy? Haha, that's great. I'm not afraid to tell you that most of the gang members are from the Army. Damn, it's too boring to chat with them! You must come to my place!"

After hearing what Will Cannon said, Armstrong smiled. Although they all work under the same roof, the contradiction between the army and navy has almost become a global norm. This was most evident in Japan during World War II. In comparison, the United States is much better, but no matter how good it is, it still has a lot of problems when it comes to military spending. This is why the U.S. Army, although called the Army, actually has its own fleet and submarines.

The Sixth Street Gang was originally a gang composed of a group of veterans and old American patriots. Although the initial purpose was to defend their rights from being violated when the NCPD, the Night City Police Department, did not take action. But once there are more people in a circle, it is inevitable that there will be many small groups. As veterans, the most obvious group division in the Sixth Street Gang is which unit they once belonged to.

"Speaking of which, where are you from? What did you do before? To be honest, the way you look tells me that you are unlikely to be unknown."

After hitting Armstrong on the chest, Will Cannon, the future boss of the Sixth Street Gang, smiled, but there was also a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

When Armstrong heard the artillery's question, a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

"I'm from Texas. When I was young, I played on the school football team for a while. After graduation, I joined the Navy. After retiring, I joined politics. But something unexpected happened... Tsk, now that I think of it, I suddenly miss the days on the ship. When I retired, there was still a bottle of whiskey in my drawer. I don't know which new recruit who was cleaning the house got it."

"Haha, the new recruit who cleans your house is so lucky!" Upon hearing this, the artillery on the side also laughed and said:

"The time in boot camp was definitely the hardest time for me. Later, when I became a non-commissioned officer, I was able to get some decent wine... a whole bottle of wine? Brother, your military rank before was not low!"

"It's OK. The main reason is that I'm not married. Even if Jody gets drunk, he can't cheat on me~"

Hearing this, Cannon burst into laughter again: "Hahaha~! I haven't heard Qiao Di's name for a long time. Now I believe you!"

Unlike other armies in the world, the US military has a strong demand for beverages. This has been infused into the military culture of the country since before the United States was established, when seafaring immigrants used honey, hops, and water to boil spruce needles and then let them cool and ferment to brew simple beer to prevent sepsis. In particular, many famous American generals believed that strong liquor could effectively improve the combat effectiveness of soldiers without getting drunk, so unlike other countries, the US military often comes into contact with alcohol.

It's just that even though it's the same alcohol, people of different ranks can have different access to it. New recruits can only drink water in the training camp, and can drink some beer after becoming soldiers. NCOs can drink some whiskey, tequila, and rum. And the sergeant major and above can drink more, and can even carry a flask with them, or put a whole bottle in the cabinet.

As for Jody... this is more like an urban legend in the military, like the American military version of the guy next door. Legend has it that he will cheat on you when you are deployed overseas. This is quite popular among troops such as the Marine Corps and the Army, which often encounter overseas deployments.

At first, Cannon was a little skeptical, but after chatting for a while, Cannon soon began to treat Armstrong as his own brother.

There is no way, Night City makes it difficult for you to trust someone you have never met. However, the comradeship born in the army often allows two strangers to quickly get to know each other. Compared with the review of you ask me, this kind of familiar communication will undoubtedly win more attention from others.

After all, some military ranks and rules can be prepared in advance, but similar jargon among soldiers is difficult to master and fully utilize in a short period of time.

Military communication is all about efficiency. Unlike military terminology, this military jargon is a professional idiom that does not require excessive explanation. As long as people hear it, they can often smile knowingly and determine the other party's identity and what they want to express.

And now, although it was just a few simple words, it was obvious that Armstrong had gained the trust of the artillery.

"Come to think of it, buddy, what are you doing here? Want to replace your prosthesis? Do you have enough money? If not, I'll give you some." He and Armstrong were chatting happily, and there was also some street-level loyalty in his words. As a leader, he was one of the most important people in the gang, second only to the boss. It was something that he often had to do to help his brothers solve problems. When you, the boss, didn't help when you encountered a problem that could be solved with money, how could I fight for you when I encountered a tough guy? Right?

And now Armstrong... although he looks strong and tough, he doesn't even have a credit chip to transfer money. It is obvious that he has just been robbed and is penniless. Cannon thinks that he is the boss who brought Armstrong into the gang, so he has to help him no matter what.

In response, Armstrong smiled, then took out a cigar and threw it to the cannon. He rubbed his hands together, and the nanomechanically hardened fingertips showed an astonishingly high temperature, and the cigar was lit with just a light touch.

The action was simple, but it still made Cannon squint his eyes.

Lighting a cigar through the high temperature of friction... It may not sound like much, but it places extremely high demands on the performance of the prosthesis. At least, each one is worth a lot of money.

"To be honest, I'm not short of money. Even if I'm penniless, I know that in this city, as long as you have power, it's easy to get money."

Leaning back in the wide chair, Armstrong's eyes were filled with relaxation.

"I want to transform Night City. I want to join the Six Street Gang... But there is one thing. Just joining is not enough for the Six Street Gang to become my helper."

As he spoke, Armstrong looked at Will Cannon, whose eyes had narrowed, then placed his hands on the table and slowly clenched them.

"I want to become the boss of the Six Street Gang, in the fastest way possible."

(End of this chapter)