Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 62 The Past: Chariots (Ⅲ)

"Not much to say." Dila shook the empty wine glass in her hand, "I'll call home first to check the situation."

"Be at ease, be at ease, wipe the sweat on your forehead with a tissue... I have never seen you so flustered and embarrassed before."

"Aren't you afraid that you bastard crow's mouth is right?" Dila glared at her colleague, and grabbed the tissue he handed over to her.

"OK...OK..." The colleague shook his head. Knowing Dila's temperament, he had no choice but to take the blame on himself.

Dila ignored him, but hurried to the bathroom, her hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

The old fuselage seemed to be unable to withstand his more forceful grip, and let out an unpleasant "squeak" wail in a suppressed manner.

His fingertips were shaking up and down, as if they were no longer listening to his brain.

In just a few seconds, he actually entered the wrong number three times in a row that he had memorized by heart.

"*Calm down! Dilla!" He said viciously at the flustered, pale and sweaty man in the mirror, "You're such a bastard!"

He punched the mirror hard enough, shattering the ridiculous coward's body into a heap of scattered glass shards.

"Huh..." Dila panted heavily, pressed her bloody fingertips back and forth on the phone screen a few times, and finally entered the correct number.

"Hello? Husband? Why..."

"Are you alright? Nia!" The flames all over his body seemed to have found a vent, and they spewed out. He was forced to roar, interrupting his wife's questioning.

"What can I do? What's wrong with you, husband? Why are you yelling, I'm going deaf!" Nia said reproachfully, her voice was a little misty, it seems that she should keep her phone away to protect her ears up.

"Where's our dad? Where did old Rui Fan go?" Dila breathed a sigh of relief, her tone much calmer.

"I went to work...as usual." Nia said, a little wondering why her lover suddenly cared about such an issue.

"Where does he work? I asked him before, but he didn't tell me. He just said that he was promoted under the arrangement of the company... What a stubborn old man!" Dila felt her heart that was about to jump out slowly. Slowly falling down, his tone was tinged with a slight smile, and he seized the opportunity to pour bitterness on his wife.

"He said he will surprise you when the time is right..." Nia said mysteriously, keeping her promise with her father and not revealing the secret.

"Cut... okay, I'm going to pick up the order, this time it's a fat job! We can have extra meals at our house tomorrow!" Dila glanced at the scattered glass corpses in front of her, only feeling Every small shard of glass reflects his own bright smile.

"Okay, ok, waiting for your good news... I love you!" Nia kissed the microphone hard, as if she wanted to imprint it on the man's lips through the phone.

Already she was thinking about the future, where she and Dilla were in her father's storefront, teasing the good life of children together.

"I love you... hang up!"

"OK Bye Bye!"

Dila put the phone back into her pocket, turned on the faucet to wash off the blood on her hands, hummed a little song, walked out of the bathroom happily, and made a "relief" gesture to the colleague who asked for her eyes , leaving the motel briskly.

Of course, when he left, he didn't forget to leave a tip for the waiter, which was regarded as the cost of repairing the mirror.

Although there have been many turmoil recently, his small family is still relatively stable.

Is there anything more comfortable than this?

Thinking about it, Dila opened the door of the car parked on the side of the road, and sat in it.

He tugged at the rearview mirror, looked at himself with a ruddy complexion, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

Slam the steering wheel, step on the gas pedal hard, the old taxi flies like a light peregrine falcon, slides out of the parking space before the car behind approaches your car's buttocks, turns the car in the middle of the road, and drives in the opposite direction. The two cars passed between them just before they crossed.

Dila swayed her driving skills recklessly, just to reach her destination faster.

The three cars were forced to stop in the middle of the road by his crazy behavior. Amidst the red lights, the furious car horns rang out one after another, which was harsh and unpleasant.

The entire driveway was blocked because of his dashing behavior.

Dilla glanced in the rearview mirror, and it seemed that an ambulance was also blocked, but he didn't take it seriously.

These days, rich people have insured themselves, and if something goes wrong, they are picked up by a special floating car. This kind of old ambulance is really rare, and it is probably used for public welfare to treat homeless people on the roadside.

In other words, collecting the corpse is more accurate, it's just for show.

Thinking about it, Dila sneered, stepped on the accelerator hard, and blocked the mouths of all the vehicles behind him with a stretched red ribbon.

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"Damn it! Why did it stop? Human life is at stake!" The young voice screamed, and the immature throat seemed to be bleeding.

"Traffic jam! Damn, what's going on!"

In the old ambulance, two figures surrounded the old man lying on the stretcher, their hands kept busy.

Originally, according to the government's intention, their medical team was going to participate in the weekly routine "Healing of the Homeless" public welfare project, but they did not expect to encounter an old man who tried to jump off the building on the way.

"I*! Damn it! It's a wicked thing!" The red-haired woman ran back from under the car and slammed the passenger's door shut.

"Gloria! What's the situation?" The man who was bandaging the old man asked quickly, and the young assistant who helped him was even more anxious.

"There's a lunatic driving dangerously, blocking the whole road!" Gloria said angrily, knocking on the clock on the car that was about to break down.

"F*ck!" The driver on the side cursed in a low voice. He was familiar with the traffic situation in Night City, so he had no hope for a timely solution to the traffic jam.

"What should we do now? We can't just watch him die in front of us like this!" The young assistant finally couldn't help it, and shouted out the aspirations of everyone present.

"Open the back door! Get out of the car and go to a place where there is no traffic, and ask a driver to help! It's such a big place, I don't believe there is no one with good intentions!" Gloria patted the company's new yellow jacket uniform, "Be fair These clothes! We are also doctors! Damn, I want to snatch someone from the god of death today!"

The young assistant was the first to respond, and anxiously opened the rear door, preparing to carry the old man down on a stretcher.

"Be careful, this old gentleman can't stand it at all!" The male doctor still maintained his professional calm, while carrying the stretcher, he warned the young man not to be reckless.

(End of this chapter)