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Chapter 232

There's a Traitor Among Us (4K) (cont.)

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For many people in the Night City underground world, "Avarado" is their ideal embodiment of showing off luxury.

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

The Glen The buildings in the south are not as tall as those in the north, 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 hurriedly took evasive action.

However, the rear of the car was hit hard by the truck.

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

It slid out and hit the guardrail on the side of the road.

Marcus and the priest were shaken and staggered.

Fortunately, both of them 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 has been 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.

They suffer the consequences of head-to-head confrontation.

"Marcus, drive quickly."

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

Marcus was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

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

The truck has been adjusted.

and hit him again.

Boom!

The guardrail where the car was stuck 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 and the dazzling array of products were instantly shattered.

The car just got stuck at the door.

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

The car was hit hard by a 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!"

"Avarado" only has two seats.

This means that there are only two doors.

Marcus The door here was deformed and squeezed by the impact of the truck.

It's impossible to open it.

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

The priest unbuckled his seat belt.

Opened the car door and got out.

Then he pulled out Marcus.

When the truck driver saw something bad, he just wanted to reverse the truck to avoid it.

The priest shot Tech Pistol through the windshield and beat him to death on the seat.

"Father, are you okay?"

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 very angry.

Carlo is his full-time driver.

He asked himself that he was not weak towards 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 dialed.

The priest turned back 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..."

Bang--

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 Handgun in his hand.

The gun is aimed at the priest.

"No--"

Marcus reacted.

Draw, aim, shoot.

Done in one go.

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

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

Raise your gun and aim at them.

"Get out! Get everyone out of here!"

The customers in the store originally thought that Marcus would anger them.

Now Marcus lets them go, as if they were granted amnesty.

He quickly escaped through the side door.

Marcus is worried.

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

Then he returned to the priest.

A few minutes later, the priest's men arrived.

They are anxious

He hurriedly picked up the dying priest and took him straight to the private hospital.

Trauma Team Hospital.

A pure white corridor, the walls are pure white, the floor is clean enough to reflect human figures, and even the fluorescent lamps on the ceiling shine with a faint white light.

On both sides of the corridor, there are single wards with bathrooms and entertainment rooms. The smart glass is usually closed, but can be opened after obtaining permission to observe the patient's condition.

Su Xiao and a doctor in a white coat were standing in front of a single ward, looking through the smart glass into the ward inside.

On a clean big bed, Evelyn is undergoing various inspections.

Su Xiao looked at the doctor beside him. "How is she doing?"

Without blinking an eye, he has gained hundreds of thousands of major customers. The doctor's attitude is very good.

"Her condition is very bad, but fortunately it has stabilized now, but it may take some time until she is fully conscious."

"Doctor, I have something to ask her. How long do you think it will take for her to wake up?"

The doctor took a look inside and sighed.

"I can't guarantee this. As I said just now, she is just stable now, but the trauma she suffered before was too serious after all, not to mention that she also had Behavior Chip implanted."

"Behavior Chip Did you know? This is a magical technology, a great invention that will turn you into a completely different person, so realistic that it can win you an Oscar."

"But the experts who sell Behavior Chip will not tell you that this kind of thing has extremely strong side effects. For example, it can turn a rookie who has just passed the novice training into a veteran who has walked off the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"In the end, it became a Cyberpsychosis that could not distinguish between friend and foe. It is for this reason that the company still uses Mewtwo and virtual reality to train soldiers instead of using Behavior Chip to mass-produce veterans."

Su Xiao was a little surprised by the doctor's honesty.

He originally thought that the doctor would... cover it up a little bit.

As if he could see Su Xiao's doubts, the doctor smiled and explained.

"Behavior Chip was not invented by us Trauma Team. There is nothing we can't say. We didn't get any benefit anyway."

Although they are all companies.

But the relationship between companies is not monolithic, but competition and hostility.

If one company is unlucky, other companies don't mind adding insult to injury.

These are all things that are welcome to hear and see.

Su Xiao seemed to think of something and suddenly said.

"Is she dreaming?"

"What do you mean?" the doctor asked in confusion, but then he may have felt that such a rhetorical question was a bit impolite, so he answered Su Xiao's previous question without waiting for Su Xiao to ask again, "It's just some intermittent dreams."

"Can you use equipment to capture her dreams? Of course, I mean using equipment to record them without damaging her body, mind, and brain."

"Of course, our Trauma Team private hospital is one of the top three hospitals in Night City. This little thing doesn't matter."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

At this time, the holographic phone suddenly rang.

"I'll take a call."

"Of course, please do as you please."

The doctor walked away voluntarily.

"Su? Is it Su?!"

On the holographic phone, a picture of a black man popped up, his face full of anxiety.

"Marcus, you look very ugly, what happened?"

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