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Chapter 153: Night City is not as simple as you think (real)

After hearing Armstrong's words, Will Cannon and the cyborg doctor beside him stopped what they were doing. After a moment of silence, Will Cannon looked at Armstrong, who was smiling, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not get angry, nor did he try to press the cigar on Armstrong's face. After all, Armstrong was from the same military as himself, and the cigar he gave him was obviously valuable after just one puff, and he even got along well with him...

Thinking about it, Will Cannon said hesitantly: "Are you a cyber lunatic?"

"Cyber ​​madman? No, there is no such thing in my world." Armstrong's expression seemed very casual - in his world, there are indeed methods to create soldiers by injecting different levels of artificial hormones and special brain surgeries. But this kind of soldiers created through artificial intervention is completely different from the cyber psychopaths who are completely unable to control and communicate with them here.

At least, not like a cyber maniac who can manipulate it.

Armstrong could sense Will's doubts about him, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just clapped his hands and said:

“I know what you’re wondering, Cannon. But it doesn’t matter. Although I’ve only been in Night City for a short time, I can guess the rules here—they’re all bullshit.”

Smiling, Armstrong's even harmless and gentle face showed a row of neat white teeth.

"Strength, strength is the foundation. The reason why the so-called Six Street Gang can stand here is because it has enough strength to compete with those cyber maniacs and street thugs."

"No, no, no, you may be wrong, brother." Hearing this, Cannon frowned, keenly realizing that Armstrong's view of Night City was a bit too one-sided.

"Your prosthesis may be powerful, but no matter how powerful it is, you can't compete with an army. I'm not talking about those useless cops in the police station, but the private armies of those big companies. In their place, top-notch prostheses that you dare not even think about can be found everywhere. Any squad has snipers, riflemen, close-combat experts, and prosthesis hackers. I know you may not understand this because it's your first time in Night City. Although power is indeed supreme here, it is still based on rules..."

"artillery."

After hearing Cannon's advice, Armstrong smiled, then patted Cannon on the shoulder and said, "I know you are worried about me... Well, I am very touched. This reminds me of the friendship we once had with our comrades."

"I know you want to tell me that no matter how powerful one is, one cannot compete with a group... But I also want to answer you, my friend, this city is really weak. I am even afraid that I will destroy it by accident."

There was a hint of helplessness on Armstrong's face.

On the way here, Armstrong also learned some detailed information about Trauma Squad International. After knowing that Trauma Squad International is a large group and company ranked among the top in the world, Armstrong realized that this world in 2076 is far less powerful than he imagined.

It's just that the form of society has become the paradise that I want to create, but the progress of technology...

There is no need for Metal Gear like Raxa to appear. Just developing a batch of Canyon Tigers with the same design concept and developed simultaneously with Metal Gear can easily change the world's situation...

On this basis, things like vocal cord worms, artificial muscles, nanotechnology, magnetic field cores, and the Fulton recovery system...

It's just a pity that Armstrong's philosophy is similar to that of a demon hunter. He thinks that these technologies are good enough as long as they are useful, and the principles can be left to the technical developers under his command. Although Armstrong's words are based on the war technologies that have appeared in his world, these words are based on his true thoughts on war technologies. However, these words fell into the ears of the artillery and became evidence that Armstrong is a cyber madman.

Thinking about this, Huo Pao couldn't help but sigh, and then said with some lack of interest:
"Okay, I admit that what you said is true. But with that kind of power, is it necessary to focus on just Night City? I guess you'd have become the president of the world by now?"

"It should be the World Marshal."

After answering Cannon's words seriously, Armstrong then said: "I know you are still worried, but it doesn't matter. Pay more attention to the news and you will soon know why I said these words. You will also understand that I am not joking with you."

As he spoke, Armstrong patted Cannon's shoulder, then looked at the doctor beside him and asked, "How is David's mother?"

"After replacing the spine, there is no big problem." The middle-aged doctor seemed very casual, leaning against the wall and said boredly:

"But you need to rest for a while and avoid too much stimulation, especially sudden excitement and anger on the mental level. The intense nerve signals may damage the connection with the new spine, and then all the previous efforts will be wasted..."

"Well, if you have enough money, I would recommend implanting a sedative slow-release plug, but that's not cheap."

"No need." David shook his head and said, "As long as I don't go to school well, it's enough..."

After hearing David's words, Armstrong's mouth corners just curved slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

Carrying his mother on his back, David said to Armstrong, "Uncle, if you have nowhere to go, stay at my house for one night. It's better than sleeping on the street."

"of course."

As he spoke, Armstrong walked towards the door at the side. Before leaving, he turned to look at the cannon and said, "Pay attention to the news these days, my friend... and ask your boss to be prepared."

artillery:"……"

He didn't say much, just nodded silently. Watching Armstrong leave, Cannon shook his head and said to the doctor beside him: "Another fool."

"Who knows? Maybe it's another legend?" The doctor seemed indifferent. In his line of work, he would meet many new people with whimsical ideas every day. Some of these new people, after experiencing enough setbacks, would realize that Night City was not what they imagined - but it was also what they imagined.

Strength is supreme, the strong take all. But, they are not strong enough... in the final analysis.

"There are already enough strong people coming to Night City."

(End of this chapter)