Evil Land—
A flashy viper raced across the desert, seemingly equipped with some kind of holographic projection device, making the car almost fuse with the desert from a distance—hard to spot.
The graffiti on it indicated their affiliation—
Night Wandering Ghost.
The most brutal gang of the Chaotic Blade Association in the wastelands of Night City.
The co-driver, hooked up to a drone connection device, was high as a kite:
"Awesome! The military tech guys weren't lying—this shit is freaking awesome!
Holy crap, that gun over there is hella cool... Let me check out this auto-evade feature...
Damn, that firepower—hits you like a cannon...
Wuhu! Here comes the big one!"
The driver was antsy as hell: "My turn now, my turn to play!"
"Drive your damn car—holy fuck, that big guy over there's too badass..."
"Bro, it's my turn to play!"
"Fine, fine, it's all yours—so desperate you're like a damn monkey, just stop the car first."
