[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer":3,"chapter-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-35":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Cyberpunk: Cross-dimensional Science and Engineering",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1151476,1495,"Chapter 35 - 33 Jack Wells (Please Subscribe)","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>[Completed first vehicle weapon modification]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Technology Points +100]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Current Technology Points: 1635]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, everyone else modifies their cars with machine guns, and you go ahead with a smart shotgun. Are you seriously expecting me to climb up there to use it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending some time modifying the car’s weapon mounts, V complained about the ridiculous-looking setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine gun turret had a fixed mount, but the smart shotgun did not, so the two temporarily tied the gun with some ropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Lille had thought, the smart shotgun could link with hand smart connectors and had a physical interface, seemingly for tech experts to tweak it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By connecting a personal link to the car, they could retrieve the car’s camera visual feed and upload their visual information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the connection between the car and the weapon could indirectly achieve a connection to the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tracking software it had installed could now be used!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, as V said, someone still had to climb up and manually pull the trigger and reload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technology is magical, isn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not magical, more like really sloppy,\" V retorted mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe it’ll come in handy later,\" Lille said, parking the car. \"See that farm? Get ready to meet your fellow folks—remember, you’re now a lone wanderer from the Buckley Family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it, got it, you talk too much—sometimes I really wonder, with nothing here, why call it a farm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille shrugged: \"You’d have to ask the company. Now’s not the time for a history lesson, get going. I’ll tweak the weapons here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car stopped in front of the \"farm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was called a farm, but it was just a broken house, barely better than the tin house V rented in Atlanta, with even more drafts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sign of anything being planted around, suggesting it had been abandoned for a long, long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille suddenly thought of the speech by the famous rock terrorist Johnny Silverhand: What did the company do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang, V closed the car door and walked towards the dilapidated house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as V stepped in, she saw a burly man with a bun, sitting on the sofa, looking quite kind despite his gorilla-like build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m so poor I’m about to start farming. You’re here to find me, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack spoke with a smile, making V think it was odd—a guy this big, talking so gently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must be Wales?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jack, por favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V was even more puzzled, are Haywood folks this polite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m V.\" While speaking, V glanced at the box on the floor. As expected, it was quality company goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instantly recognized that box as the company’s regular security case—she’d looted a few just days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on, where I come from, we always get to know each other before doing business. It’s like a custom, or rather, a courtesy, you know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V shrugged—this felt like homecoming, an old familiar vibe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it. People need some dignity after losing everything—why don’t you start?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, right on, chica—I’m a Night City native, Haywood blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V raised an eyebrow: \"I... hmm, Buckley Family. No idea what Haywood’s like, but in our place, a convoy is like one big family. I might not like everyone, but, well...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I get it, I get it!\" Jack got excited. \"But, still family, right? That’s Haywood for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, nice to meet you—Jack, did you bring a weapon? In the Evil Land, everybody carries.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s a Haywood tradition too. I swear, chica, we’ll get along just fine! The goods are right here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this honest big guy, V chuckled: \"Hehe, big guy, I think so too. What’s in the cargo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No idea—let’s just say, not knowing might actually ease your conscience a bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V nodded approvingly: \"Then let’s load it up. By the way, I’ve got a buddy with me, doesn’t talk much, you can call him Lille.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More hands make quick work, let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing V and Jack walk out the door, Lille still felt a bit dazed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad now had three members, a standard pair of muscle and a hacker combo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why... did it feel a bit ominous?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still the hacker, even more ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack loaded the cargo into the trunk, placing Yinglong and the Eight-star Gun in the hidden compartment below to avoid scans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These hidden compartments were tiny, otherwise, border control would notice structural issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice to meet you, brother.\" Jack greeted Lille from the back seat with a big smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lille didn’t look so relaxed—he just remembered the game where V and Jack took a hacker on a mission, and the hacker died horribly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lille said with a serious face: \"Normally I’d say I’m glad to meet you too, but now, I’m pondering some life-and-death matters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh...\" Jack glanced at V.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrugged: \"Ignore him, he’s always like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car started and drove into the sunset on a dusty straight road, V happily said: \"Finally your turn to drive. Do you know how boring it is to drive for the past few days?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille replied: \"I find driving quite interesting, especially with such a wide road and no cars around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try driving continuously for four or five days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack, curious, asked, \"Where did you guys come from, driving for so long?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille and V exchanged looks and said: \"From Atlanta.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, big city. Heard something huge happened there, you know about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\" V was quick to respond, \"The Military Science and Kantao were at each other’s throats. We got stuck in traffic on our way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You wouldn’t believe it, Military Science had this cyber monster. With a Mantis Blade, it sliced cars in half like a bulldozer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was, tsk tsk, like a cleaver chopping a power line—sparks flying everywhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, that’s intense!\" Jack’s eyes sparkled, \"So what happened next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, uh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem,\" Lille interrupted V’s boasting, fearing she’d say too much, \"Look at the customs declaration, V.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, bro, sure thing. Here it is. I really treasure this stuff. Have you taken this route before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack handed the form to V, who looked puzzled—wasn’t it my turn to talk while you drove?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille shot her a look—read it even if you can’t understand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille said, \"Not often, but a few times. Relax.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not nervous!\" Jack’s voice pitched higher, making him sound unconvincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car passed an intersection, and Lille turned toward Night City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they turned, they saw the distant border control station—and a Military Technology armed helicopter hovering above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t stop there. High-security drones were everywhere along the walls, several Bimong Armored Vehicles parked at the checkpoint, guards heavily armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More exaggerated...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hovering tank—Mo Xi slowly passed through the checkpoint, heading to the other side, seemingly new on duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a real war machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille’s face darkened, \"They upped their security.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No kidding, probably because of the Atlanta fiasco. I guess—um, why is there smoke on the roadside?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack looked towards the black smoke at an ethanol station, where several burnt-out car skeletons were parked, with the stationed soldiers acting as if they hadn’t seen a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille glanced over and said, \"It’s normal for a few cars to blow up near the checkpoint. Don’t ask why, could just be military personnel looking to make extra cash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armed helicopter flew over the car, Jack gulped: \"You told me not to be nervous? Okay, I am a bit nervous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bit late for that now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car went into the red lane, marked with: Customs Declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead of them was a black business sedan undergoing inspection—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille reached out to V: \"Customs form, give it to me. I’ll handle it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here—what does this mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille glanced at the large, white English text on the black customs form and said, \"L.O.A Lost Upon Arrival, it’s for smuggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack, where’s the bribe money?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh...here, I forgot...a bit nervous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V took a deep look at the big guy, suddenly realizing Jack wasn’t as honest as he seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter, they were even less honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille took the Money Chip, pulled a Smart Shotgun from under the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack was stunned—that thing looked expensive, worth thousands at least?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Lille knocked on the passenger door. V pulled out an identical smart weapon from under her seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over. As Jack was still in shock, V turned to him and said: \"Jack, under your seat are two more Smart Shotguns. Take them out, we’ll declare them together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack was dumbfounded—was the stuff in his box even worth the price of these guns?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was smuggling, him or these two?\u003C\u002Fp>",1441,"2026-06-03T12:33:12.630Z","2026-06-03T12:33:19.524Z",1,"novelbin.me","905637243265f25ea4232cfc1788fe3d0e4cfb759789fe326f44e5bcc11e8e3c","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-36","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-34",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cover.jpg"]