from night city

Racism is like a curse on this land.

From the first shot of independence in 1775, to the United States being recognized as independent by the King of England, to the largest civil war in the history of the United States, and finally to the present.

300 years pass by in a blink of an eye.

But racial discrimination lingers like maggots in the tarsus.

Latinos have been equated with crime for a long time.

Latinos have a hard time finding decent jobs in almost any other urban area except Haywood.

Even in Haywood, Latinos didn't help Latinos.

More often than not, when fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they shoot each other in the back.

To say that the people who deceive Latinos the most are their own compatriots.

Marcus was grateful that he was chosen by the priest.

Because the priest is one of the few bosses here in Heywood who will not discriminate against his fellow citizens, and will also give him adequate compensation and respect.

"Fortunately, you're here. I'm going to go to the Wild Wolf Bar, but Carlo is sick. Can you drive?"

"Of course, Father."

Marcus quickly threw the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out.

The two came outside and got into a "Villefort Alvarado V4F570 Mission".

This is a six-wheel car, with four wheels in the front and two in the back.

Just by looking at the name, you can tell that it is produced by the "Villefort" automobile manufacturer.

The car is equipped with an engine that is enough to turn heads on the streets.

Despite its size, this is not a problem at all for the Alvarado's front twin axles.

Unfortunately, this innovative design is still not very reliable, requires constant maintenance, and is sometimes very expensive.

For many in the underworld of Night City, "Avarado" is the ideal embodiment of their flamboyant luxury.

The spacious synthetic leather soft seats also add a bit of pleasure to cruising on the city streets.

……

Buildings in the southern part of the valley are not as tall as those in the northern part, and the neighborhoods are poorer and more backward.

The car carrying the priest and Marcus was driving on the road, and there was an intersection in front of it.

Marcus drove the car to turn left, but at this moment, from the right side of the road, a truck waiting for the traffic light suddenly hit several pedestrians who were crossing the road and hit them hard.

Marcus made hasty evasive maneuvers.

But the rear of the car was hit hard by the truck.

The car was hit and spun around in a wide circle.

and skidded out, crashing into a roadside guardrail.

Both Marcus and the priest were shaken.

Fortunately both were wearing seat belts.

Otherwise, you will have to hit your head and bleed.

The priest looked out the window.

I saw the truck slowly turning around and adjusting its angle.

Although the front of the truck was slightly deformed.

But the rear of their car was even more serious.

The two sides are not opponents of the same level in terms of size and tonnage.

In a head-to-head confrontation, they suffer.

"Marcus, drive quickly."

Seeing that the truck would hit him again at any time, the priest couldn't help but urge.

Marcus was sweating profusely.

But for some reason, the car just wouldn't start.

The truck has been turned around.

and hit him again.

boom!

The guardrail jamming the car made an overwhelming sound.

Then it shattered and cracked.

The car was pushed sideways into a street shop.

The stalls at the entrance of this store, with its dazzling array of merchandise, fell to pieces in an instant.

The car was just stuck at the door.

The parts hit head-on by the truck were constantly twisted and deformed.

The car was hit hard by the truck. Even if the car can be started now, there is no way to escape.

Marcus said anxiously: "Father, get out of the car quickly!"

The Alvarado only has two seats.

This means that there are only two doors.

The door on Marcus' side was deformed and squeezed by the impact of the truck.

It's impossible to open it.

The only escape exit was the car door on the priest's side.

The priest unbuckled his seat belt.

Opened the car door and got out.

Then he pulled Marcus out too.

The truck driver saw something bad and was about to reverse the truck to avoid it.

He was shot through the windshield with a technical pistol by the priest and killed on the seat.

"Father, are you all right?"

The priest didn't answer.

Instead, look around first.

The clerks and customers in the store all huddled in the corner and looked at him in fear.

"It's Carlo. He betrayed us. Only he knows my schedule today."

The priest was angry.

Carlo was his chauffeur.

He asked himself that he was not unkind to Carlo.

But Carlo dared to betray him.

He didn't know why Carlo did this.

But he won't tolerate traitors.

"Let's get out of here first," the priest said after glancing at the car that was embedded in the wall and deformed. "Call 'home' and ask them to send someone to pick us up."

Marcus nodded.

The holographic phone call was made.

The priest turned around and glanced again at the trembling innocent people in the store.

He smiled.

"Don't worry, we will leave soon. I feel sorry for your loss..."

boom--

The priest stopped talking.

He lowered his head in confusion.

I saw a blood hole in my heart that was constantly bleeding out.

The clerk, who had looked pale just now, was now extremely calm, holding a kinetic pistol in his hand.

The gun was aimed at the priest.

"Do not--"

Marcus reacted.

Draw, aim, shoot.

All in one go.

Before the clerk could fire a second shot, he hit her in the head.

Marcus is worried that there are assassins hiding in the crowd.

Raise your gun and point it at them.

"Get out! Get everyone out of here!"

The customers in the store originally thought Marcus would be angry with them.

Now Marcus tells them to go away, as if they were granted amnesty.

He quickly ran away from the side door.

Marcus is worried.

He shot the clerk disguised as an assassin once more in the head and in the heart.