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Taylor is a thin, middle-aged man with a thin iron plate on his temple, and a metal mechanical arm holding a wine bottle.

"...Who are you?" He hiccupped and looked at David with confusion.

At this moment, even David's trust in Regina was slightly shaken.

The teacher she found for herself turned out to be a drunkard?

"I was introduced by Regina, Regina Jones."

Resisting the urge to turn his head and leave, David said what he meant, and emphasized Regina's name.

"Oh……"

Taylor's eyes finally cleared up a little, and he gradually smiled.

"No problem, the tuition fee is 300, including teaching and meeting."

Damn, it's really expensive...

David nodded, walked to the side of the 'little mule', opened the passenger door for Taylor, and said through gritted teeth.

"Hope your teaching is worth the price."

"Don't worry, what I can tell you, you can't learn anywhere else."

After taking another gulp of wine, Taylor threw the empty bottle on the ground and got into the car door.

Perhaps it was because he had learned a driver's license in his previous life, and his intelligence was as high as 9 points. After Taylor's short demonstration and explanation, David quickly mastered the basic driving skills and began to try to drive manually.

At first, he was cautious and didn't dare to speed up, but it didn't take long for him to become smooth. He drove from San Amaro Street all the way to Republic Road East, then turned left, and drove smoothly into Martin Luther King Avenue.

At this time, a fully loaded truck appeared from a side intersection and wobbled to the side of the 'little mule'.

David suddenly became nervous. From his perspective, the truck almost occupied most of the view outside the window, with a natural sense of oppression.

If there is a collision, this thing can knock him flat in a few minutes, and there is nothing wrong with him.

"Don't be afraid of the van."

Tyler noticed his emotion and pointed.

"You just need a sudden acceleration to hit the center and back, and this kind of big guy will immediately lose control of the center of gravity and roll over."

"What?" David was a little puzzled.

"Why do you know this strange technique... No, what did you do before?"

"Of course it's a racing car, don't you know?"

A certain old drunkard chuckled and looked out the window with eager eyes.

"It's just the kind that can shoot a gun, even use a bazooka."

ps1: The silence will end soon, this book has not been posted between book reviews since it was released, why does it feel like waiting for a trial now... woo woo woo

ps2: There is still a chapter later, but people are still dizzy, I don’t know when it will be finished

Volume 42: Chapter 42 Chapter [-]: Class Test

David found himself making a mistake.

Racing cars in the traditional sense have disappeared in this world, and there are too many more suitable substitutes whether as sports competitions or as a means of displaying technology.

There is only one kind of person who will be called a racer in Night City now, and that is a participant in underground racing.

They drove a variety of vehicles, galloped through the night city streets in a near-limitless combat mode, and pursued glory and excitement on the verge of death.

And Taylor, the teacher Regina found for herself, was obviously among them.

Thinking about it carefully, the Heywood 'black gasoline' cup in his profile doesn't sound like a serious game...

David suddenly felt like he was on a thief ship.

It's really knowledge that can't be learned in other places. From this point of view, the old drunkard didn't lie to himself...

"Don't look at me like that." Taylor withdrew his gaze from the window, and smiled: "These little tricks are much more important than other things."

Seeing that David didn't seem to respond to him, Taylor twisted his neck and spoke again slowly.

"I'll teach you something else. Did you see that truck on the left rear, with stars, stripes and eagle patterns printed on the tarpaulin? , Whenever there is a conflict, it will be loaded with soldiers and drive to the conflict site."

"Here, the colorful motorcycle that passed by just now belongs to the Tiger Claw Gang. These Asians like motorcycles, the more fancy the better, but I think they have mental problems to some extent."

"And this one, it looks like an ambulance, right? It's actually a scavenger. They like to dismantle all the parts from people and sell them on the black market..."

Perhaps because David looked so young and childlike, Tyler began to teach him how to recognize gang vehicles and what their various vehicles were generally used for.

"I know all this."

After listening for a while, David couldn't help but interrupted.

"Let's continue talking about your little tricks."

"Ha, I knew you would be interested in these." Taylor slapped his thigh hard, making the sound of metal clashing: "But don't worry, I will tell you later, your money will definitely not be wasted. As for now... ..."

He poked his head and looked out the window, as if trying to identify the direction.

"You're a smart kid and a quick learner, so now we're going to have a quiz. Drive to Ivy Street as fast as you can manage. You know the way, don't you?"

David nodded, searched with the map in his brain, and quickly figured out the route to take.

He is now driving from north to south on Martin Luther King Avenue. He needs to cross the bridge on the west side, and then go north again along College Street and the other half of Republic Street to come to the Ivy Street that Taylor said.

Compared with just now, the road conditions of this section of the route are much more complicated. In some places, there is a lot of traffic and there are several turns. It is really suitable for testing driving skills.

"no problem."

David held the steering wheel tightly, focused all his attention on driving, and then stepped on the accelerator hard.

He also wanted to see how much he could achieve now.

The 'little mule' let out a deep roar, then suddenly accelerated, galloping away along the road.

After more than ten minutes, David slowed down at the entrance of Ivy Street and let out a long breath.

He was quite satisfied with his performance just now. While observing various dashboards, he shuttled through the traffic flow. He was fast when he should be fast, slow when he should be slow, and changing lanes to overtake was smooth and smooth.

For a novice driver, this is definitely a remarkable speed.

"How about it?"

David turned to Taylor, waiting for his comment.

"Okay."

However, perhaps because of the burden of being an idol as a former racing driver, Taylor just nodded indisputably, without making too many comments, and then changed the subject.

"Have you ever been here?"

"Not very often... occasionally."

David turned his head and looked out the window. The wide road was lined with tall buildings and overpasses criss-crossing.

This place has already entered the Heywood-Li scenic area. It is much more prosperous and lively than Santo Domingo. In the distance, you can faintly see the tallest and largest buildings in the Civic Center.

"Then let me tell you, this is the territory of the Valentino gang." Taylor's tone was very calm at this time, as if he was introducing the gang to David just like before.

"These guys are only in Haywood, and they have an almost family relationship with each other. That is, if you piss off one, you get a whole bunch. Look, that's Valentino's, it's a car. Camouflaged van, probably filled with some kind of contraband that could make a lot of money."

"and then?"

David is a bit baffled, and Valentino is familiar with him. The good brother of the protagonist in the 2077 game is from this gang, so there is no need to introduce too much.

He didn't know what medicine was sold in Taylor's gourd, so he stared suspiciously at the old drunkard, waiting for him to continue.

However, Taylor suddenly looked up at David, and then showed a bright smile.

His metal arm held the steering wheel at an extremely fast speed!

David, whose body and reaction were appalling, had no time to do anything. By the time he stretched out his hand to stop it, Taylor was already holding the steering wheel and turning it vigorously, and pressed his other hand on the console.

squeak--

The 'little mule' that was driving slowly accelerated suddenly, then turned around and slammed into the van of the Valentino gang!

"Then...the real in-class test is now officially starting!"

Before the words fell, David felt the car body tremble suddenly, and he couldn't control his body under this force, and threw himself on the steering wheel.

When he raised his head again, he saw a big crater at the rear of the Valentino gang's truck, and the originally closed cargo door was loose, as if it could be pulled open with a little force.

"are you crazy?!"

A man got out of the driver's seat of the truck. After he glanced at the warehouse, his face turned pale.

"Come to Qingteng Street, someone is causing trouble!"

The man drew out a pistol and pointed it at David, while yelling loudly.

"It must be for this batch of goods, come here quickly!"

fuck...

At this time, David only felt ten thousand muddy horses galloping past in his heart.

He turned his head slightly stiffly and looked at the co-pilot beside him.

"Look what I'm doing, run away."

The old drunkard's smile was still bright.

"If you don't run away, it will be too late. As long as you can escape safely, even if you pass the exam, I can exempt one-fifth of your tuition as a reward, how about it?"

Volume 43: Chapter 43 Chapter [-]: Stamina

This evening, Gloria Martinez came home earlier than usual.

As she expected, her son was not at home.

Gloria smiled helplessly, took out the bread and meatloaf from the plastic bag, heated them up and put them on a plate, then fell down on the sofa with a yawn.

The fatigue of the day made her more and more sleepy, but Gloria insisted on not falling asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Gloria heard the sound of the electronic door opening in a daze.

"David—"

She didn't open her eyes immediately, and it took her two or three seconds to dispel her drowsiness, and sat up with her hands on the sofa.

"Did I go out with my little girlfriend again, did I tell you not to be too late...huh?"

Having said that, Gloria's voice suddenly stopped, she rubbed her eyes, and looked carefully a few more times.

David was standing at the door, looking at his mother with a slightly embarrassed expression.

The clothes on his body were dirty, and there were a few tiny scratches. At the same time, he stood in a very stiff posture, with one hand supporting his waist, and the other hand drooping unnaturally, resting on his leg.

"Why did you go?"

Gloria suddenly lost all sleepiness, and her voice became serious.

"Did you fight with someone?"

"No……"

David smiled wryly. He wanted to scratch his head, but when he raised his arm, he gasped in pain and quickly put it down.

"When I went home, I was afraid that I would not catch the subway, so I ran to the station and fell down."

"Really?" Gloria obviously didn't believe his nonsense, she folded her hands on her chest, and continued to ask in a bad tone.

"Are you sure you didn't fight with others because of your little girlfriend?"

"of course not!"

David quickly denied it and shook his head vigorously.

"Look, I don't have any wounds on my body. How can I be so gentle in fighting... Uh, I just scratched my knee a little bit."

Slowly, he opened his pant legs to show Gloria the scratches.