"Lin Mo, don't forget about tonight's mission, hurry up and get over here. Faraday wants us to meet at the Afterlife Bar. You should know wh
"Lin Mo, don't forget about tonight's mission, hurry up and get over here. Faraday wants us to meet at the Afterlife Bar. You should know where it is—Little Chinatown, the most legendary bar in the city. If you don't know this bar, then you don't belong in this industry!"
Westbrook, at the base of the skyscraper, Lin Mo had just stepped out of the building when he received a message from Maine.
He glanced at it quietly, then replied:
"Received."
After sending the message to Maine, Lin Mo opened his contacts list, found the name Delamain, and dialed the number.
"Hello, this is Delamain Taxi Service. Mr. Lin Mo, you made a reservation for our 'Pursuit of Excellence' package at 8:00 AM today. As a valued 'Pursuit of Excellence' user, we provide a one-on-one private vehicle service for your transportation needs."
"Please locate my position. Also, I might need your services for the entire day."
"It's our honor. The nearest Delamain taxi has been dispatched. Please stand by for a moment."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo, standing by the street, unusually picked up a large travel bag. The bulging bag caught the attention of curious passersby.
But upon noticing the katana hanging from the side of the bag and the handgun on Lin Mo's waist, the greedy gazes quickly shifted away.
Westbrook was one of the safer districts in Night City. It was common to see a few patrolling officers in busy areas, and anyone harboring ill intentions had to think twice about their chances.
This was also Lin Mo's first time carrying so many things, and he could feel his agility was somewhat limited.
The Chevrolet Emperor 720 had been left in the parking lot, and the keys to both cars had been handed to Kitagawa.
With this, Kitagawa was ready to assist in tonight's mission, should the need arise.
The Emperor 720 was indeed a good choice. It was armored with sturdy bulletproof plating and blast-proof coatings. For someone on the fringes like Lin Mo, there was no better vehicle for dominating the streets.
Not just for ordinary street-level people, even the company's security team and NCPD's SWAT squads used this vehicle when they went out.
No advertising was necessary—the Emperor 720's dominance on the road was already well-known.
However, when compared to a human-driven vehicle, Lin Mo still trusted the Delamain Taxi more.
If tonight's mission became unmanageable, he wouldn't hesitate to run. Having a combat taxi controlled by AI would give him a sense of stability if he had to escape.
For this reason, Lin Mo was using Delamain's "Pursuit of Excellence" service for the first time, which promised the highest quality, all-around service for its customers.
"All preparations are done. Let's see if tonight's mission goes smoothly!" Lin Mo thought deeply, watching the cars pass by.
Delamain didn't make him wait long. Just a few minutes after the phone call, a prestigious black-and-gold-colored taxi pulled up in front of him.
"Afterlife Bar," Lin Mo said without hesitation as he got in.
...
Thirty minutes later.
The taxi arrived in Little Chinatown. Looking at the familiar street scenery, Lin Mo almost considered going to visit Viktor.
But thinking of Maine still waiting for him, he decided against it.
The vehicle finally pulled into a parking lot surrounded by residential buildings. Lin Mo put on his mask and got out. The first thing he saw was a staircase in one of the buildings, leading both underground and upstairs.
There were quite a few people around the stairs, most of whom seemed to be regular patrons. Nearly everyone had obvious cybernetic implants.
Lin Mo felt as if he had walked into the forest of carnivores.
Despite their intimidating appearances, the people around seemed to have their teeth retracted, casually chatting by the stairs.
Lin Mo's arrival attracted some attention. After all, Delamain Taxi Service had a big reputation in Night City.
People who hung around here weren't blind. They knew what Delamain taxis were.
But usually, once the taxi dropped a customer off, it silently left to pick up the next one.
But now?
A young boy, wearing a demon mask, stepping out of the taxi and immediately walking toward the stairs with the taxi actually waiting obediently?
In the face of all the stares, Lin Mo remained unfazed, walking straight to the stairs and heading underground.
The stairs were dim and narrow. Only once he reached the first basement level did he find colorful neon lights flashing. Turning another corner, he found a short corridor, at the end of which was an ordinary electronic door.
A large man with a cold expression stood guard at the door.
Lin Mo kept walking toward him.
As he got closer to the door, the sound of hard rock music from inside gradually reached his ears.
It felt like a fallen angel, descending from the heavens, stepping into the luxurious "Pandemonium," the legendary hall where all fallen angels from hell gather.
Those who only had the privilege to loiter and chat near the stairs had no qualifications to step inside here.
So, they stood by the stairs, much like lowly hyenas waiting at the gate of a feast, hoping for a glance from the real big shots coming in and out.
Although the bar was loud, it had nothing to do with them.
Only the top-tier fringe people, rookies, and wealthy clients had the right to step inside!
When Lin Mo reached the big guy, he looked at him in silence, meeting his gaze.
If he remembered correctly, this was the same big guy who was guarding the bar's entrance in the game.
His name... well, he had forgotten.
The big man calmly stared at Lin Mo for a few seconds, seeming to use his cybernetic eye scanner to verify Lin Mo's identity, almost as if he was recording his personal data into his processor.
After a while, the big man stepped aside, and the electronic door silently opened.
"Please, come in!" the big man said indifferently.
Lin Mo stepped into that world.
—Afterlife!
Steel and pipes, metal floors and smooth glass intertwined, bright light strips embedded in the walls and ceiling, the air filled with the scent of strong liquor and smoke, scattered clutter showing the place's lack of elegance. Dancers, their bodies immersed in the liquid tanks, performed their passionate and sensual movements to the rhythm of the music, their skin exposed in the liquid, breathing through cybernetic face masks. In some sense, it was a new form of pole dancing.
The place was rough, vulgar, and the wines in the cellar weren't rare enough to be collected as treasures. You'd probably find a more comfortable lounge somewhere on the streets.
But it was the most famous bar in the city. Every mercenary considered it an honor to enter, and all the big deals in the city were made here.
Once a forgotten morgue, it was now the birthplace of legends!
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