Chapter 595: A Coke
Xia Yu had long forgotten whether it was Jack Wilson or Jack Wells. He only knew that the other person was called Jack, a very common name.
Jack is a very common name in the West. Even his current identity is called Jack.
The only difference is that Ghost Walker has no last name, only a first name, while Jack Wells at least has a last name of Wells.
After learning that Qi Wei had found clues about Jack, Xia Yu no longer cared whether Jack's last name was Wilson or Wells, and immediately asked Qi Wei for Jack's location.
Qi Wei rolled her eyes but said nothing. Data flashed in her eyes, and the information she was keeping was transmitted through the communication in an instant.
"This is the location of the Wild Wolf Bar. The remaining locations are places frequented by the Jack you mentioned. I really don't understand why you are looking for this mercenary who is active at the bottom of society."
"We are all low-level mercenaries, so don't look down on each other."
Xia Yu said with a pout while browsing the information sent by Qi Wei.
Every one of those present is a low-level mercenary, not to mention the eldest brother, the two are almost the same.
"That's different." Mann suddenly interrupted: "Our team is at least somewhat famous in Saint Domingo. How can we be compared to that little guy?"
Although it sounded a bit arrogant, what Mann said was not wrong. Even though they were all mercenaries, Mann's team was not the lowest in terms of fame or ability.
At least they get their assignments from well-known middlemen, rather than being a poor fool and only being able to do assignments that require a lot of work but little pay.
The so-called middleman is a fence-sitter between the company and the lower class, and is also the only channel of communication between the upper class and the lower class mercenaries.
After all, for the company's top management, it is absolutely impossible to ask them to lower themselves to contact those low-level mercenaries.
Mercenaries who want to help company executives do some shady tasks to earn commissions naturally need a bridge of communication.
The middleman is this bridge, who maintains independence in the confrontation between the two parties, makes profits by playing both sides, makes a living on intelligence, relies on connections, and relies on reputation.
But even so, the middleman is only a big shot to the people at the bottom, and to the company, he is at most a more useful dog.
But there are exceptions to this situation, such as legendary figures like Roger Amandias, the Queen of the Afterlife. When she was young, she was a professional mercenary, and now she is the king of middlemen.
Almost the entire mercenary network of Night City is in the Afterlife Nightclub, and every big business requires her approval. She is a cyberpunk idol, a former mercenary, and a world corrector.
Even though she has retired, her influence in Night City remains as strong as ever.
Currently, the biggest middleman in Santo Domingo is a four-eyed freak named Faraday. He has no clue what's going on and is always looking for opportunities to curry favor with the company.
A smart middleman will only maintain his independence and be a fence-sitter, so as not to get involved in strange struggles.
Faraday, this clueless guy, will die sooner or later if he keeps holding on to his naive ideas.
Xia Yu had forgotten how Faraday died, but he remembered that in the game itself, the most famous middleman in Santo Domingo had become the old captain Muammar Reyes.
Faraday? He was consigned to the trash heap long ago.
However, Faraday is still alive at this moment, and the mercenary team he often contacts is the Mann team.
"Tsk, maybe a small character can become a legend."
When Mann said that Jack was a minor character, Xia Yu casually retorted that even though he knew Mann was right, Jack was indeed still an unknown minor character at that time.
"By the way, where are Card Girl and Rebecca-chan? Why haven't they come back?"
"You mean Lucy? She went back after the mission was over."
Mann took two sips of beer and replied, "As for Rebecca, she left first because she had something to do and didn't come with us."
"Wow, you're obsessed with my sister, are you attracted to her?"
Seeing Xia Yu mention Rebecca, Pyrrha smiled and moved closer to Xia Yu: "I didn't expect you to like this. What's so good about that grumpy little carrot? You even call her Rebecca~"
"What's wrong with Rebecca? I call you Shouchong-ge, too. It's just a nickname. There's no need to have so much meaning."
Xia Yu let out a light sigh. Even though the nickname he called out was a bit hellish, who else knew it except him?
"Okay, now that I have a clue, I'll leave."
Xia Yu pushed Pila away and prepared to go to the Wild Wolf Bar to look for Jack. There was no other reason, he just wanted to see this comrade who had accompanied him through life and death.
In the game, of course.
By the way, ask about V Zhentian. If Jack knows V, it means that the V in this world is the company V. If he doesn't know him, then he will have to look for him.
The wanderer V is still in the tribe outside the city, and the street kid V ran away to Atlanta and has not yet run back to Night City in disgrace.
Neither of these two Vs knew Jack, and they only met Jack in subsequent events. Only Company V was a good partner of Jack from the beginning.
Of course, why corporate dogs can become good partners with low-level mercenaries is unknown.
"Are you leaving, Mr. Jack?"
Seeing Xia Yu preparing to leave, Sasha stood up and asked.
"See you next time . Remember to send me whatever flavor of cat food you want. I made a small fortune recently, so I don't need that much money."
Xia Yu waved his hand behind his back to the others, then strode out of the stronghold.
Watching Xia Yu leave, Sasha sighed helplessly: "See you next time. Also, I'm really not a pet cat..."
Hearing this helpless murmur, Qi Wei glanced at the frustrated Sasha and said, "Why don't you try a different offensive strategy? Instead of going for the cute style, why not go for the queen style?"
"Is that so?"
"No, no." Pyrrha suddenly came close to Sasha and said with a sly smile, "That guy obviously likes my sister's type, the small one. You are just too tall, so you didn't arouse his excitement... Aaaaaaah!"
Before Pyrrha could finish, he suddenly twitched all over, shallow arcs of electricity appeared on his body, and then he collapsed to the ground with smoke.
"snort!"
Sasha hacked directly into Pyrrha's brain-computer interface and taught this hand-washing guy a small lesson.
But do you want to go for the queen style? How about giving it a try?
…
After Xia Yu came out of the dilapidated warehouse, he swung the hook in his hand and ran straight towards Heywood.
Haywood is a neighborhood where the gap between the rich and the poor is everywhere. The northern part, with numerous parks and towering buildings, and the vicious and dangerous slums in the south are as different as heaven and earth.
This is the largest "sleeping city" in Night City, and also the sphere of influence of the Valentino Gang and the Six Street Gang.
It’s not that Xia Yu had never been to Heywood before, but he just took a general look around and didn’t explore it in detail. Of course, he didn’t find the Wild Wolf Bar.
The real Heywood is not the small map in the game. The real Heywood is much larger, and a small bar is not so easy to find.
Instead of asking someone and looking for it slowly yourself, it is better to directly post a commission and let others find it.
Now that he knew the exact location and some of Jack's frequented places, Xia Yu decided to go and take a look.
As for why he didn't take a car, it was because taking a car was not as fast as running. In terms of the Ghost Walker's maneuverability, he was almost flying at a low altitude.
In less than half a day, he ran to the Haywood area on foot.
It’s a pity that he hasn’t unlocked the Ghostwalker’s motorcycle yet, otherwise he wouldn’t have to run at all and could have ridden the motorcycle to get here.
On the surface, Heywood has a variety of coastal boutiques and seafood salons, as well as colorful open-air markets. The various shops and restaurants give this place a unique charm.
But the interior is not as gorgeous as the surface, and the internal differences of Heywood are very obvious.
Bordering the municipal center in the north, it is a well-maintained modern neighborhood with rows of skyscrapers, beautiful parks, and complete public service facilities.
The situation in the south and east is not optimistic. It is obviously poorer and more dangerous. The architectural style is filled with a suburban rusticity, and most of the houses are low-rise townhouses.
It is here that the Valentino Gang and the Six Street Gang run various legal and illegal businesses.
If you have money, Heywood is the most livable place in Night City. If you don't have money, it's better to get out as soon as possible. After all, you can't survive anywhere without money.
After arriving in Heywood, Xia Yu followed the address to the Valley area, and then found the Wild Wolf Bar on the side of a street.
The Wild Wolf Bar looks ordinary, but it is not as ordinary as it appears.
The bar was owned by Jack Wells's mother, Guadalupe Alhandra Wells, but everyone called her Mrs. Wells.
In a way, this place is like a small afterlife, where Heywood's mercenaries, middlemen and gang boys like to gather.
Because it is generally recognized that no matter who you are, as long as you enter Mrs. Wells's house, your words will be listened to and you will also have a delicious meal.
So for those members of the Valentino gang, this bar is a home where they can come and talk.
Therefore, even the most fierce members of the Valentino gang had to be courteous when seeing Mrs. Wells.
To offend Mrs. Wells is almost equivalent to offending everyone in the Valentino gang.
After arriving at the door of the Wild Wolf Bar, the sensor door opened automatically and Xia Yu stepped in.
Because Latin Americans are the main ethnic group in Heywood, passionate Spanish music is playing in the bar.
The neon lights made the place look a little dim. There were sparse groups of people sitting at the small round tables, some chatting, some drinking.
Hearing the sound of someone coming in, the young men who were drinking turned their heads and saw a thin figure with prosthetic parts all over his body.
"!"
They were shocked at the sight and thought a cyber psychopath had broken in. However, when they pointed their guns at the figure, they found that the figure seemed calm, not like a crazy cyber lunatic.
"Ohhh~ Don't point your gun at anyone casually, someone will get hurt."
Facing the gun pointed at him, Xia Yu was not afraid at all and strode towards the bar.
Seeing Xia Yu so calm, others were a little unsure. He could speak and think, so doesn't he look like a cyberpsychopath?
But this mechanical body doesn't look like any flesh at all, and it doesn't look like a normal living person at all.
Could this person be the legendary Adam's Hammer?
After a few seconds of confusion, someone seemed to have recognized Xia Yu's identity. He hurriedly put down the gun, then pulled his companion to explain.
As the explanation voice appeared, the looks others gave Xia Yu gradually changed from confusion to astonishment, and then to a hint of vigilance.
Then a few people hurried out of the bar, seemingly preparing to report something.
Xia Yu was slightly surprised as he listened to the whispered explanations around him. He didn't expect that even Haywood knew him. He thought he was only a little famous in Saint Domingo at most.
But he ignored the noises, sat down at the bar, and looked at an old woman behind the bar.
The old woman had gray hair and was a little thin, but she looked very kind, just like the old aunt next door.
Seeing Xia Yu sitting at the bar, Mrs. Wells looked calm, unlike the other young men who seemed a little panicked.
"Welcome, invitados (guests), anything to drink?"
Hmm, this familiar Spanish accent, it must be Mrs. Wells.
"Have a... small coke."
He doesn't like drinking much. He prefers carbonated drinks to alcohol. But David doesn't like carbonated drinks much. He's a guy with no taste.
When Mrs. Wells heard that someone came to the bar not to order wine but drinks, she didn't say anything. She just picked up the glass and left the bar. After a while, she came back with a small blue cocoa.
"Your Coke, but I'm curious, how do you drink?"
Mrs. Wells placed the Coke on the bar table in front of Xia Yu, and then asked curiously: "According to rumors, the Ghost Walker has transformed his entire body, even without a face. Can he still drink like this?"
"According to rumors...so it must be rumors..."
Xia Yu knocked on the helmet on his head speechlessly. It was not the face of a ghost walker, but a fully enclosed helmet.
The Ghostwalker is a combination of flesh and blood and machines. Although his entire body appears to be made of modified prosthetics, he still has flesh and blood inside.
And the Ghostwalker also has his own face, which is in the official setting collection. Although that face has been severely modified, at least the facial features still exist.
"It's just a helmet. I just never take it off in front of other people."
As Xia Yu spoke, he opened the lower half of his mask along the yellow lines, revealing his chin and mouth.
But it's not quite correct to say that it's his own chin and mouth. It's Ghostwalker Jack's chin and mouth . The skin he's currently covering is Jack's.
"Never taken it off in front of anyone?"
Mrs. Wells was a little surprised: "Then it's okay to take it off in front of me?"
"It doesn't matter. I didn't take it all off anyway, so people still don't know what I look like."
Besides, this is not his true appearance. Xia Yu is just a student studying hard at Arasaka Academy, and the one who came here is a ghost walker who is like an invisible ghost.
"So, what does Ghost Walker want from me?"
Seeing Xia Yu pick up the Coke and take a few sips, and seemed to have no intention of speaking, Mrs. Wells asked first.
"If you just want to talk, then I welcome you. If you want to cause trouble, then these guys won't agree."
After these words were spoken, as if to confirm Mrs. Wells's words, the other people in the bar picked up their guns and started firing them, as if they were threatening.
