Those Years as a Police Officer in Night City

"It is said that the City of Night is a city of dreams, with all kinds of legendary characters emerging in endlessly. Why are there gang fights everywhere on the streets every day? Bullets are flying everywhere. Just now I saw a stall owner selling roasted birds was hit by a stray bullet in his hand. He can't take the stall anymore. Alas, let's not talk about it anymore. The lunch break is over and I have to go on patrol again. I hope they can budget more this year and give us better equipment, otherwise I will do it to that son of a bitch from Falt!" Lockland put down the noodle bowl in his hand, patted the stall owner on the shoulder, then grabbed his nine tail and walked to the police car aside, leaving the stall owner who couldn't understand Chinese in a mess in the wind.