Zhou Cong dumbfoundedly accepted the 'Night City' brand cigarette, reportedly able to simulate part of the tactile sensation of a virtual experience machine, with a taste like a bionic maid giving you a tongue massage.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking:
"You're not one of us, then whose car is this—"
"Your people, where are you from?"
"Former Major of the Mechanical Legion Zhou Cong, on behalf of all comrades, thank you for your help!"
Zhou Cong wasn't a headstrong novice and quickly let go of his hesitation. Regardless, this person had saved his entire squad's lives.
"Former Mechanical Legion member, are you from the front line?"
Gao Gong was intrigued. To his knowledge, the Security Corps had heavily recruited special operations elites within the Mechanical Legion using money to combat the Beast Tide and carry out wide-range intercalated operations with the mechanical line of defense.
He was quite interested in the situation on the front line.
