Night City, Westbrook.
The moment David stepped into this area, the world around him seemed to be completely cut into two dimensions.
The pungent and putrid heavy metal acid rain and garbage stench at the foot of the mountain Santo Domingo disappeared without a trace after passing through an invisible giant air filtration and purification barrier.
Instead, the fragrance of expensive artificial eucalyptus and white flowers filled the breeze.
This is North Oak.
There are no GG pop-ups with holographic prostitutes or inferior firearms, only neatly trimmed pure green artificial shrubs and Japanese-style dry landscape gardens with artificial streams flowing through them.
And a top-notch private estate that only Arasaka executives, Militech directors and tens of billions of oligarchs can set foot in.
And located in the center of the mountain top is the Temple of the Rebirth [Eternal Heaven·North Oak Independent Royal Cemetery] with the strictest security and the most despairing price in Night City.
Seventeen-year-old David is still wearing the old, slightly worn, large yellow jacket that smells like engine oil.
After being baptized by Gaia Pure Yang Divine Light, his figure was as tall as a pine tree and his eyes were as steady as ice. He held the portable tool box specially made by Bruce·Wayne in one hand and strode up the marble steps of the cemetery paved with pure white marble.
As a son, before facing this fucked up world, he must first complete the most important and sacred thing in his life.
Give your mother who has worked hard all her life back her dignity as a human being!
"Shua--"
The six-meter-high carved titanium alloy sensor door in the reception hall of the cemetery slowly slid open.
The temperature in the hall is constant at 20 degrees, and expensive and soothing neoclassical symphony flows in the air.
In the center are dozens of miniature angel sculptures emitting sacred white light, and several Arasaka second-in-commands wearing top-quality silk suits are holding champagne and chatting in low voices.
However, the moment David's old sneakers stained with mud had just stepped on the marble floor.
Two private security guards wearing heavily armored anti-terrorist exoskeletons and with scarlet multi-edge military prosthetic eyes embedded in their eye sockets. The smart heavy-duty shotguns in their hands were neatly loaded with a "click", and they instantly stood in front of David with a very oppressive attitude!
And behind the curved pure white marble reception desk not far away.
A cemetery business manager with a shiny slicked back hair and high-end customized gold-rimmed prosthetic glasses on his nose was elegantly shaking a glass of red wine.
When the supervisor's eyes glanced at David's yellowed old jacket, worn sneakers, and the dirty maintenance tool box in his hand...
The gentle professional smile that originally hung on his face was instantly distorted into an unabashed, disgusting contempt and disgust.
"Ahem."
The supervisor didn't even bother to stand up. He took out a silk handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose in disgust. He scolded coldly in a bitter voice that looked like a bug:
"Security, is your artificial intelligence firewall short-circuited today? When will North Oak's sacred temple allow a dirty rat crawling out of Santo Domingo's smelly ditch to sneak in?"
The two heavily-armed security guards had cold eyes, their guns were pressed directly down, and they were pointed hard at David's chest:
"Nude Legs, I'll give you three seconds to get out North Oak."
"If you dare to step on one more dirty floor tile, you will be directly diagnosed as a sudden malignant Cyberpsychosis. You will be killed on the spot and thrown into the meat grinder!"
Facing the two cold barrels that smelled of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke.
If it were the poor student yesterday, he would have been so frightened that he would be kneeling down and trembling.
But now David doesn't even twitch her eyelashes.
The imperceptible Gaia natural gravity film on his body surface was flowing slightly in the dim light. Not to mention these two shotguns, even if the main cannon on the Arasaka Tower fired at him, it would not even be able to hurt him.
David just looked at the aloof cemetery director expressionlessly.
"This is a cemetery, right?" David's voice was not loud, but it carried a weight and majesty that a young man had never experienced before, "I'm here to buy the best cemetery for my mother."
"Hahahaha! Buy a cemetery?!"
The supervisor seemed to have heard the funniest ridiculous joke of the century. He laughed so hard that he pointed at David and sarcastically said:
"Just you? A little bastard? Do you know how much a random burial space here costs? Even a handful of synthetic soil is enough to keep your garbage-picking mother in the slums for three lifetimes!"
The supervisor's face suddenly became stern and he slammed the table:
"Listen, you poor man! Santo Domingo's untouchables only deserve to die in public incinerators and be crushed into ten-dollar cans of plastic powder! Go back to your doghouse--"
"Boom!!!"
There was a dull, thick and heavy sound, and the remaining vicious curses of the supervisor were blasted back into his stomach!
I saw David reaching into the box with an expressionless face and putting out a solid high-purity military-standard reserve gold brick about thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters thick, with pure golden light reflecting through its entire body...
Just like that, in front of everyone, it hit the center of the pure white marble counter worth millions like a brick!
"Boom!!"
The entire precious marble counter shook violently under this terrifying physical weight, and even a tiny spider web crack was created!
"..."
The entire luxurious hall fell into a deathly silence.
The senior executive of Arasaka, who was holding a wine glass next to him, was stunned. The muzzles of two heavily armed security guards were frozen in mid-air.
The supervisor's eyes twitched, and he was about to curse "using copper blocks to show off", when the top-notch [Qiru Si Fourth-Generation Custom Analysis Ocular Implant] on the bridge of his nose, within 0.01 second of contact with the refraction spectrum of the surface of the gold brick... it flashed a dazzling golden red danger code like crazy!
"Didi-di-di-di--!!"
"Warning! Unknown extremely high density physical element detected!"
"Molecular density testing... Atomic purity: 99.999%! Absolutely no impurities! Not doped with any synthetic heavy metals!"
"Offline bearer physical assets! No Arasaka network tracking code! No Militech traceability mark! No hacker Trojan injection!"
"Zi la!!"
Due to the instantaneous computing power overload of the gold-rimmed glasses, a small spark of electricity even burst out from the edge of the lens.
The entire portrait of the supervisor was hit hard on the Tianling Cap by a 10,000-ton hammer!
Pure gold?!
It's not a cheap prosthetic shell with a gold-plated surface, nor is it an industrial recycled alloy contaminated by heavy metal nuclear radiation!
It is real physical gold left over from ancient times and of outrageously high purity!!
In Night City, a digital hell where all data can be tampered with and all electronic accounts can be reset to zero in one second by Arasaka...
This kind of heavy physical gold, which is not connected to the Internet and is composed purely of atoms... is a safe haven that all the top tycoons in Night City dream of hoarding!!
David looked at the supervisor whose face turned from white to purple. Without even blinking, he made another "dong" sound with his backhand and put the second solid gold brick and the [Normal Temperature Superconducting High Purity Palladium Gold Module] with a cold silver light on the counter expressionlessly.
"Now, am I eligible to buy it?"
David pressed one hand on the gold brick, looked down at the supervisor, and coldly uttered six words:
"It's not enough, I still have more."
"Crack!"
The red wine glass in the supervisor's hand fell to the floor, and the expensive red wine spilled all over him without even realizing it.
Under the horrified gazes of the Arasaka celebrities in the audience, the cemetery director, who was as arrogant as an emperor just a second ago, his knees softened, and with a "plop", he knelt down on the marble floor in a silky and undignified posture!
He stretched out his hands tremblingly, not even daring to touch the gold brick hard. Cold sweat poured down his face, and his whole face squeezed out a twisted smile that was a hundred times more flattering than a dog:
"Your... honorable lord!!"
The supervisor's voice was sharp and inflected due to excessive congestion, and he bowed and kowtowed crazily:
"Just now, the little dog looked down upon others! The little prosthetic eye short-circuited and smoked! Don't take it seriously!!"
"That's enough! That's enough! Not to mention it's the best cemetery... You just want to buy the whole hill on top of North Oak, it's enough!!"
The supervisor crawled back to the counter, used the fastest hand speed in his life to call up the highest authority Zijin file, and presented it with both hands with a smile on his face like a god:
"[Gate of Heaven·Supreme Independent Holographic Ecological Lawn Cemetery]! There are only the last three sets of Night City left! It comes with independent atmospheric microcirculation, real turf maintenance, 24-hour armed drone patrol, and exclusive independent blue clear sky holographic canopy!!"
"Your mother... this great lady should sleep at the top of the entire Night City, overlooking all living beings!!"