(Two thousand words are repeated and will be revised later)
"Why do you have time to drink with me?" Cathy Walter looked at Aslan, who was sitting opposite him without saying a word, from her usual seat. She waved to the bartender and ordered a drink for Aslan. .
Aslan has spent fifty years in this world learning how to look more like aboriginals, but he will never learn the sophistication Cathy showed in just that moment in his lifetime.
"You seem to have perfectly integrated into this world now." Aslan praised sincerely.
"What's the point?" Cathy Walter was stunned for a moment, then laughed at herself: "I'm just a native."
"What did that person do to you?" Aslan looked at Cathy's face. This was the first time they met after that incident.
"I know that I know you and remember everything that happened to us in this world. Apart from that, there is nothing." Cathy wanted to show a carefree look, but the moment the words came out of her mouth, her eyes turned red.
Aslan could only hide his helplessness by drinking. He didn't know how to appease this former colleague and former competitor.
Once upon a time, Cathy Walter was so high-spirited, but now she is just an Aboriginal woman sitting in a chair and secretly feeling sad.
This contrast solidified Aslan's choice in his heart. The native was right...Intelligence belongs to others, but his life is his own. He would never end up like this.
But Aslan, who was stunned, didn't notice that Cathy Walter's tear-stained face was covered with the back of her hand, and a sneer appeared on her face.
She didn't know why the other party wanted to meet her today, but from the first moment they met, she showed off her acting skills.
All camaraderie and compatriotism are fake. She only lives for herself now, and the first obstacle in front of her is the Pioneer Group and the players.
Although her memory has been stripped away, who is Cathy Walter? She had worked with most of the pioneer team for two or three worlds, and had been their leader for hundreds of years, and her authority had seeped into the very bones of those pioneers.
Cathy Walter really can't remember what happened in other worlds in the past. Those memories are like they never existed, but she at least remembers what happened in this world.
She is a natural leader, a black widow, and a survivor. Her fierce gaze made Cathy Walter reposition herself in just a few contacts.
The tentative contact with Mikkelsen was just the beginning. It was also used to test the attitude of Markarian, Mrs. Kang, and the local indigenous forces towards themselves.
The result was gratifying, maybe because of some kind of guilt, maybe because he wanted to make the change of power smoother. In short, Markarian not only did not exclude her from the entire group, but also turned a blind eye to her little actions.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party is no longer willing to waste time on you...
"Cathy, I came here this time to see my old friend and see how you are doing." Aslan sorted out his mood: "The Lord just transferred me from the European Union back to the Federation. , there are some things I think it’s better to talk to you face to face..."
Aslan's words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the news. Cathy Walter turned the volume on her mobile phone to the maximum volume and placed it in front of Aslan.
"According to recent reports, the new version of the "Superhuman Registration Act" promoted by the newly established Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs in Night City has aroused a large number of superhuman objections. Opponents have taken to the streets to vent their anger." News 5 The host of Channel 14 rarely wore a very formal suit and introduced the news in a straight tone.
"Did you see that?" Cathy Walter said decadently: "The big operation in Night City has begun, but where do you see me? What am I doing? I have nothing to explain to you."
"It's not a work matter, it's a personal matter." Aslan looked around subconsciously before saying, "I just want to tell you that no matter what happens, we are friends, no matter what trouble you encounter, Don’t forget me, we are always behind you.”
"Thank you, I really need this now." Cathy Walter looked a little excited, like a woman who was rebuilding herself after a breakdown.
"Didn't they tell you in advance about tonight's operation in Night City?" Aslan asked carefully: "I heard that they plan to re-contain Greedy in the European Union tonight. There is only a group of pretenders watching here in the city."
"None of this has anything to do with me, and I don't want to hear it!" Cathy Walter raised her eyebrows and looked at Aslan with a strange expression: "You must have drunk too much."
"Maybe, but I don't think this bit of alcohol can sway me." Aslan looked at the time and said to Cathy: "I'm afraid I have to leave first. The door team has been very busy recently, and most of the people are here. Busy digging holes in the polar warehouse..."
"Did I say too much again? This must have been a drunken gaffe." Aslan pretended to cover his mouth: "It's time to say goodbye."
Cathy Walter watched Aslan walk out of the bar door, then showed a playful smile, poured the wine in the glass on the ground, and shouted to the bartender: "Give me something strong!"
Mikkelsen, who was smiling and wearing a waiter's uniform, held a small tray and placed the wine ordered by Cathy Walter on the table.
Someone had already written the word Greed there in volatile alcohol.
...
Wolfgang had lately been living in London, where he had lived for a long time one hundred and seventy years ago, enjoying the conveniences of civilized society.
Here he learned to drive for the first time. Although he could run much faster than a car at that time, using machinery instead of manpower on the road still brought him a whole new experience.
Of course, there are not so many fuel vehicles on the streets now. The new generation likes electric vehicles, and this may be the only change in the city.
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...(The following part is repeated and will be modified later)
"Why do you have time to drink with me?" Cathy Walter looked at Aslan, who was sitting opposite him without saying a word, from her usual seat. She waved to the bartender and ordered a drink for Aslan. .
Aslan has spent fifty years in this world learning how to look more like aboriginals, but he will never learn the sophistication Cathy showed in just that moment in his lifetime.
"You seem to have perfectly integrated into this world now." Aslan praised sincerely.
"What's the point?" Cathy Walter was stunned for a moment, then laughed at herself: "I'm just a native."
"First Evolution"
"What did that person do to you?" Aslan looked at Cathy's face. This was the first time they met after that incident.
"I know that I know you and remember everything that happened to us in this world. Apart from that, there is nothing." Cathy wanted to show a carefree look, but the moment the words came out of her mouth, her eyes turned red.
Aslan could only hide his helplessness by drinking. He didn't know how to appease this former colleague and former competitor.
Once upon a time, Cathy Walter was so high-spirited, but now she is just an Aboriginal woman sitting in a chair and secretly feeling sad.
This contrast solidified Aslan's choice in his heart. The native was right...Intelligence belongs to others, but his life is his own. He would never end up like this.
But Aslan, who was stunned, didn't notice that Cathy Walter's tear-stained face was covered with the back of her hand, and a sneer appeared on her face.
She didn't know why the other party wanted to meet her today, but from the first moment they met, she showed off her acting skills.
All camaraderie and compatriotism are fake. She only lives for herself now, and the first obstacle in front of her is the Pioneer Group and the players.
Although her memory has been stripped away, who is Cathy Walter? She had worked with most of the pioneer team for two or three worlds, and had been their leader for hundreds of years, and her authority had seeped into the very bones of those pioneers.
Cathy Walter really can't remember what happened in other worlds in the past. Those memories are like they never existed, but she at least remembers what happened in this world.
She is a natural leader, a black widow, and a survivor. Her fierce gaze made Cathy Walter reposition herself in just a few contacts.
The tentative contact with Mikkelsen was just the beginning. It was also used to test the attitude of Markarian, Mrs. Kang, and the local indigenous forces towards themselves.
The result was gratifying, maybe because of some kind of guilt, maybe because he wanted to make the change of power smoother. In short, Markarian not only did not exclude her from the entire group, but also turned a blind eye to her little actions.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party is no longer willing to waste time on you...
"Cathy, I came here this time to see my old friend and see how you are doing." Aslan sorted out his mood: "The Lord just transferred me from the European Union back to the Federation. , there are some things I think it’s better to talk to you face to face..."
Aslan's words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the news. Cathy Walter turned the volume on her mobile phone to the maximum volume and placed it in front of Aslan.
"According to recent reports, the new version of the "Superhuman Registration Act" promoted by the newly established Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs in Night City has aroused a large number of superhuman objections. Opponents have taken to the streets to vent their anger." News 5 The host of Channel 14 rarely wore a very formal suit and introduced the news in a straight tone.
"Did you see that?" Cathy Walter said decadently: "The big operation in Night City has begun, but where do you see me? What am I doing? I have nothing to explain to you."
"It's not a work matter, it's a personal matter." Aslan looked around subconsciously before saying, "I just want to tell you that no matter what happens, we are friends, no matter what trouble you encounter, Don’t forget me, we are always behind you.”
"Thank you, I really need this now." Cathy Walter looked a little excited, like a woman who was rebuilding herself after a breakdown.
"Didn't they tell you in advance about tonight's operation in Night City?" Aslan asked carefully: "I heard that they plan to re-contain Greedy in the European Union tonight. There is only a group of pretenders watching here in the city."
"None of this has anything to do with me, and I don't want to hear it!" Cathy Walter raised her eyebrows and looked at Aslan with a strange expression: "You must have drunk too much."
"Maybe, but I don't think this bit of alcohol can sway me." Aslan looked at the time and said to Cathy: "I'm afraid I have to leave first. The door team has been very busy recently, and most of the people are busy. Busy digging holes in the polar warehouse..."
"Did I say too much again? This must have been a drunken gaffe." Aslan pretended to cover his mouth: "It's time to say goodbye."
Cathy Walter watched Aslan walk out of the bar door, then showed a playful smile, poured the wine in the glass on the ground, and shouted to the bartender: "Give me something strong!"
Mikkelsen, who was smiling and wearing a waiter's uniform, held a small tray and placed the wine ordered by Cathy Walter on the table.
Someone had already written the word Greed there in volatile alcohol.
...
Wolfgang had lately been living in London, where he had lived for a long time one hundred and seventy years ago, enjoying the conveniences of civilized society.
Here he learned to drive for the first time. Although he could run much faster than a car at that time, using machinery instead of manpower on the road still brought him a whole new experience.
Of course, there are not so many fuel vehicles on the streets now. The new generation likes electric vehicles, and this may be the only change in the city.
Cathy Walter watched Aslan walk out of the bar door, then showed a playful smile, poured the wine in the glass on the ground, and shouted to the bartender: "Give me something strong!"
Mikkelsen, who was smiling and wearing a waiter's uniform, held a small tray and placed the wine ordered by Cathy Walter on the table.
Someone had already written the word Greed there in volatile alcohol.
...
Wolfgang had lately been living in London, where he had lived for a long time one hundred and seventy years ago, enjoying the conveniences of civilized society.
Here he learned to drive for the first time. Although he could run much faster than a car at that time, using machinery instead of manpower on the road still brought him a whole new experience.
Of course, there are not so many fuel vehicles on the streets now. The new generation likes electric vehicles, and this may be the only change in the city.
Here he learned to drive for the first time. Although he could run much faster than a car at that time, using machinery instead of manpower on the road still brought him a whole new experience.
Of course, there are not so many fuel vehicles on the streets now. The new generation likes electric vehicles, and this may be the only change in the city.
