Chapter 616

“Hell yeah! Now this is the kind of car a real man should drive!”

Johnny Silverhand’s roar blended with the thunderous growl of the Porsche 911’s engine, the classic machine—worth its weight in gold—tearing through the streets of Watson like a streak of lightning.

Passersby couldn’t help but gawk. In Night City, luxury cars weren’t rare, and antique rides showed up from time to time. But a golden antique being brazenly driven through the city? That was a walking cash dispenser.