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Ren took off his coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. He felt the fatigue in his body, as if every muscle was telling the tale of a tiring day. He reached for the shiny black handgun at his waist, removed the magazine, and casually placed it on the dressing table. Then came the small electronic devices and communicators, his survival guarantee in every corner of Night City.
Even though he was back in his own home, Ren habitually checked the security of the house, ensuring that everything was in order. Once satisfied that all was safe, he walked to his bedroom, slowing his pace.
His bed, although not a famous brand, always brings a special warmth and comfort whenever he lies on it. Ren took off his clothes while yawning widely. He was only wearing shorts and a tank top as he walked to the bed, propped himself up with his hands, and then leaped onto it. He felt the soft mattress conforming to his body, relieving all the exhaustion of returning home at that moment.
As he casually kicked off his shoes, Ren closed his eyes and only heard the distant urban noise, a familiar sound that was like a lullaby, gradually lulling him into a dreamland. In this Night City, filled with countless dangers and adventures, whenever the night grew quiet, Ren deeply felt the warmth of home, which was his most real and safest haven.
As the noisy alarm in the room went off repeatedly, Ren impatiently sat up. He took a deep breath and sensed the mixed smell of tobacco, alcohol, and his own sweat in the narrow space. He looked down at his hands, still bearing the marks of last night's drinks; perhaps he had drunk too much. He felt a splitting headache, as if millions of needles were stimulating his brain.
Opening the curtains, a bright sunlight shone in, instantly causing discomfort in his eyes. He quickly shielded his eyes, but then he grew to like this beautiful sunlight, which illuminated his dim room and dispelled the gloom of the night. He gently opened the window, letting in the fresh air, a sensation that made him feel as if he were reconnecting with the entire Night City once again.
Ren shook off the discomfort of the hangover and walked slowly to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he let the cold water hit his body first, feeling the piercing cold, then adjusted it to a moderate temperature. The water washed over his body, and every inch of his skin enjoyed the cleansing and relaxation. His scalp tingled, and he took a deep breath, temporarily washing away everything from the night before.
After the shower, Ren turned off the tap, and a few drops of water dripped from the showerhead as if bidding Ren a reluctant farewell. He then put on an old and dirty bathrobe, stood by the window, and gazed at the morning Night City as if admiring a piece of art.
The morning in Night City has a special atmosphere. In the distance, the sky gradually changes from deep blue to golden orange in the dawn, as these two colors intertwine, as if announcing that the night is about to pass, and a new day is coming. The glass windows of the tall buildings reflect a faint morning light, contrasting with the neon lights of the buildings themselves. Under that golden light, every corner of the city is dyed with a soft halo.
On the busy main road, there are already early risers rushing to work or starting their day's work. The honking of vehicles and the buzzing of engines blend together, but compared to the night, the city at this time is more peaceful and fresh. Street vendors begin to display their goods, fresh fruits and vegetables, and steaming hot breakfast, all attracting passersby.
In the sky of Night City, several planes and air vehicles streak across, leaving behind trails of white smoke. Occasionally, one can see some huge advertising airships, displaying the latest products or movie promotions. The city's residents begin to bustle about, each with their own story, their purposes, dreams, and emotions interwoven in this city, forming the unique rhythm of Night City.
Ren stands by the window, taking it all in. This city has given him a lot, but also taken away a lot. He takes a deep breath, deciding to immerse himself more deeply in experiencing this city and living with it. At this moment, he suddenly remembers that yesterday's mission reward has not been settled. He picks up the communication device on the table, lightly taps a few times, and Samir's contact information appears on the screen. He pauses for a moment, then dials the number.
On the screen, Samir's face gradually emerges. He looks as usual, dressed in expensive suit, with a special metal badge shining brightly on his chest under the screen light. His eyes still look cunning, as if always calculating something.
"Ren, I was just looking for you," Samir's lips curl slightly, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
Ren didn't say much and asked directly: "Samir, I completed my mission yesterday, and the matter with Kang Tao has been resolved. Can I come to collect my reward now?"
Samir smiled slightly, "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Of course, let's meet at the usual place at three o'clock this afternoon. I will have someone prepare your reward."
Ren nodded, indicating understanding, and then hung up the call. He looked out the window again, filled with anticipation for this reward. After all, this money was not just for himself, but also the capital for him to continue surviving in Night City.
Glancing at the clock, Ren realized it was only ten o'clock. He took off his bathrobe, opened the wardrobe, and took out a black short-sleeved T-shirt and a comfortable pair of sweatpants. Then he grabbed a pair of underwear and socks from the drawer. After the twists and turns of last night and this morning's hangover, he just wanted to dress comfortably.
He began to clean the room, first putting away the equipment and guns that were left on the floor last night, and carefully checking the safety of each gun. Then, he picked up a broom and dustpan to clean the dirt and dust brought in from last night. Occasionally, he stopped to put some personal items back in place, including some data sheets, a few books, and his favorite music records.
When he reached the desk, he saw the pile of unfinished mission reports and data, and couldn't help but sigh. He decided to leave those for later.
After cleaning the room, Ren walked to the bathroom, opened the washing machine, and put in the dirty clothes he wore yesterday one by one. After adding detergent, he started the washing cycle.
After everything was organized, he sat on the edge of the bed again. This time, his mood was noticeably more relaxed, and the whole room was much cleaner. He looked at the clean room, took a deep breath, and felt a kind of indescribable satisfaction. Glancing at the clock, he decided that since there was still time, he would take a short rest and then go out to meet Samir.
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