Chapter 42

Maine felt as though he had stepped into another world as he drove. Night City’s prosperity stood in stark contrast to the decay of Dogtown.

Pilar leaned back with his hands behind his head, looking perfectly content.

“Once we finish the job today, we’ve gotta go get properly wasted… That Dogtown shithole doesn’t even have a decent bar. The bartender at whatever-the-fuck it’s called—Heavy Heart? Heavy Hearts?—is absolute garbage!”