"Holy shit, can you believe it, I actually saw this kind of article in California, America, it’s freaking unbelievable, what the hell."
Brother Dao: "There’s nothing new under the sun."
Through the radio, you can hear Meile Sect and Brother Dao stifling their laughs, holding their stomachs.
Meile Sect: "But this time, 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 mentality."
"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 mention freaking going to the moon, I think they have trouble even getting onto the couch."
Brother Dao: "Oh, that’s a sharp comment, but I heard the latest New America President Ms. Rosalind Miles is a diligent and good president who almost managed to reunify America and make it rise again to be the second Lincoln or Roosevelt. As someone from exactly a hundred years ago, do you have anything you want to say to her?"
Upon hearing that all-too-familiar name, Li De immediately perked up his ears.
Meile 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 become the biggest topic in Night City these past two days. Let’s look at the comments by the former New America Colonel Hansen, who straightforwardly said: New America’s defeat left them shameless."
Then he used AI to mimic Hansen’s voice:
"You say American President, the American President sitting in the White House shouting MAGA for years, has it changed?"
"Changing the soup but not the medicine."
"Even Roosevelt had something to say, ’Look at the team I had, I had an all-star lineup. Who do you have? You want to learn from me?’"
"What’s the level of New America 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 immediately chimed in: "On the other hand, New America 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 me that she can win in the crucial Fifth Corporate War?"
"Be practical, I urge you to first understand the concept of why America 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 me."
"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 me... how do you explain this."
"Now the face... they’ve even lost their face."
The table in front of Metris was smashed into pieces.
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 same time, three gunshots sounded continuously on the radio!
Metris, who was about to rage, sat back and carefully listened to the noise on the radio.
Did the recording site get found by Huang Ban’s people?
Shoot these two guys who dare to defame New America!
The radio transmitted Donnie’s panicked voice and the sound of chairs being overturned.
"Meile 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..."
Meile Sect’s voice suddenly transformed 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, come next time if you have the chance."
Face dark as a pot bottom, Metris 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 me! 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, Metris had indicated for her subordinates to track them down to prepare some dirt on Huang Ban.
It wasn’t until the other side was riding on her face that she knew what pain meant.
After venting for a while, Metris reluctantly dialed another woman’s phone number.
And the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
"Oh, look, it’s that breeze that blew over the head of the Military Science Special Operations Department."
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 America, letting her enjoy it. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel~fire~net
Metris: "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."