"Holy shit, can you believe it, I actually saw this kind of article in California, Arica, it’s freaking unbelievable, what the hell."
Brother Dao: "There’s nothing new under the sun."
Through the radio, you can hear ile Sect and Brother Dao stifling their laughs, holding their stomachs.
ile Sect: "But this ti, they didn’t say anything about institutional issues or racial problems, they just said the United States is a crude and vulgar country with a nouveau riche ntality."
"Uh, my God, you know? I grew up reading these articles, those idiot authors never even left the city, writing about their imagined earthly paradise, even they started believing it."
"It’s hard to believe this pile of trash heap is the country where I stood on the podium and said ’we choose go to themoon,’ now don’t even ntion freaking going to the moon, I think they have trouble even getting onto the couch."
Brother Dao: "Oh, that’s a sharp comnt, but I heard the latest New Arica President Ms. Rosalind Miles is a diligent and good president who almost managed to reunify Arica and make it rise again to be the second Lincoln or Roosevelt. As soone from exactly a hundred years ago, do you have anything you want to say to her?"
Upon hearing that all-too-familiar na, Li De imdiately perked up his ears.
"Ahem!"
ile Sect cleared his throat and, on the radio, played the role of two characters, first speaking in a serious journalist tone:
"The humiliating defeat against Huang Ban in the Unification War has beco the biggest topic in Night City these past two days. Let’s look at the comnts by the forr New Arica Colonel Hansen, who straightforwardly said: New Arica’s defeat left them shaless."
Then he used AI to mimic Hansen’s voice:
"You say Arican President, the Arican President sitting in the White House shouting MAGA for years, has it changed?"
"Changing the soup but not the dicine."
"Even Roosevelt had sothing to say, ’Look at the team I had, I had an all-star lineup. Who do you have? You want to learn from ?’"
"What’s the level of New Arica now?"
"Just a few people, and you, Rosalind Miles, still want to be Roosevelt, can she do it?"
"No, she doesn’t have the ability, you know."
"Continuing like that, we’re going to lose to Kangtao, after that to Zeta, then lose all the food supplies, there’s nothing left to lose after that."
Brother Dao imdiately chid in: "On the other hand, New Arica was the earliest nation to prepare for the Fifth Corporate War..."
He couldn’t finish his words before bursting into laughter.
’Colonel Hansen’ took over the topic again:
"Oh please, I’ve already said that this kind of country isn’t built on a good foundation, can you promise that she can win in the crucial Fifth Corporate War?"
"Be practical, I urge you to first understand the concept of why Arica could grow strong economically in the past century."
"Back in the day when MacArthur was doing well as the emperor in Neon, why did you replace him, tell ."
"When I was in charge, we were the ones riding on others’ faces, the workers had the best living conditions in the world."
"Now in Night City, you’re scared away by Huang Ban’s Kujira Ship, your GDP per capita is lower than Vietnam’s, tell ... how do you explain this."
"Now the face... they’ve even lost their face."
Boom!
The table in front of tris was smashed into pieces.
I’m so mad!
I’m so mad!
She originally just heard that the radio, which Huang Ban’s special operations team had been activated for, restarted after three days and wanted to listen for fun.
Instead, she didn’t hear any fun, but rather felt slapped in the face, can she even tolerate this?
At the sa ti, three gunshots sounded continuously on the radio!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
And a scream!
"Ah!!!"
Hmm?
tris, who was about to rage, sat back and carefully listened to the noise on the radio.
What’s happening?
Did the recording site get found by Huang Ban’s people?
Great!
Shoot these two guys who dare to defa New Arica!
"ile Sect!"
The radio transmitted Donnie’s panicked voice and the sound of chairs being overturned.
"ile Sect, how are you?"
Just by the sound, you can imagine the radio host half-kneeling on the ground, holding Kennedy in his arms.
"Uh... I’m... I’m fine..."
ile Sect’s voice suddenly transford from weak to full of energy.
"Just now all three bullets went through my brain hole, so I’m perfectly fine!"
"Well BOY, I’m going back to hell to play poker with my broad-minded friend Shinzo Abe, co next ti if you have the chance."
What the fuck!
Face dark as a pot bottom, tris felt deceived, frantically overturning the tables and chairs in front of her.
She no longer had her usual calm and leisure while on a fishing platform, directly shouting at the Military Science agents outside the glass window:
"Search for ! Even if you have to turn Night City upside down, dig three feet deep to find these two guys!"
Damn, in the previous episodes, when the other side mocked Huang Ban, tris had indicated for her subordinates to track them down to prepare so dirt on Huang Ban.
It wasn’t until the other side was riding on her face that she knew what pain ant.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
After venting for a while, tris reluctantly dialed another woman’s phone number.
And the other party seed to have been waiting for a long ti.
"Oh, look, it’s that breeze that blew over the head of the Military Science Special Operations Departnt."
Initially Albertson heard that the radio, which had been silent for three days, was ringing again, and her head was spinning, but unexpectedly, today’s tone changed, no longer clashed over the three lords and Huang Ban, focusing on Military Science and New Arica, letting her enjoy it.
tris: "Stop with the sarcasm, if we don’t catch these guys, neither of us will have good days."
"Shared intelligence, let’s see who’s stirring the pot in there."
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