"Hey, V, don't look so ugly, today is a big day, have a drink happily!" Jack raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Okay, health and safety."

"Sister, you can't do this." Jack took a big sip, and his eyes shone brightly after drinking. "Before making a deal, you must maintain full confidence."

"Jack, you're acting strange today."

"No, you're the one who's weird, V. I feel like adjusting yourself. You also know that the quality of your mentality can sometimes affect your success or failure."

"Okay...since you say so."

Dexter's horse boy came over, "Mr. Dexter wants to see you."

He interrupted the conversation between the three of us, and Claire also took the initiative to say goodbye, "I wish you success."

The private room where the conversation is held is not in the lobby. Go inside, through the door, through the corridor, and there is a private room covered by soundproof glass.

During this short walk, Jack also chatted with Ma Zi in a familiar manner, "Damn it, buddy, look at how big you are, how often do you roll the iron?"

Ma Zai: "Yeah."

"Me too, I love to box. Hey, do you know how to practice Japanese boxing, ninjutsu, etc.?"

Ma Zai: "Yeah."

"Can you knock me down?"

When we arrived at the place, Ma Zai shouted: "Come here." Then he stood near the door and motioned for us to come in.

Jack was not embarrassed and muttered with a smile, "This big guy (in Spanish)..."

"Come on Jack, you don't have to be so close to everyone."

"Many friends mean many paths. It was the same when we first met. We became acquainted after just a few words."

"screw you."

In the soundproof box, Dexter's cigar smoke curled up. He was sitting right opposite the door. T-BUG was sitting on the couch to the left of the door. As a network hacker, she didn't show up often. She was wearing a tight black suit.

customer service, shaved head

——It’s all for dissipating heat. A slender and well-proportioned black girl. When she saw us coming, she only glanced at us briefly. I quite like her character. Although she is a little withdrawn, she is better than being straightforward and will not do anything behind her back.

Thoughts hurt people.

Everyone is here.

Dexter was silent for a long time after saying hello. Jack was just about to find something to say to liven up the atmosphere, when the fat black man finally spoke, "Miss V, you don't look good."

"Did you call us here to talk about this?"

"Don't get me wrong, I have no other intention. I just want to confirm your professionalism before taking action."

"You are treating us like five-year-old children. Now you have read the information about Chaomeng. The little crew cut is on the table. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

The fat black man waved his hand, "Let's get down to business. There are chips, terrain, lines, and all the plans on the table. Take it and take a look."

The plan for this stolen goods operation can indeed show Dexter's professionalism as a senior middleman, and it is also a humanistic care that is rare to experience in our industry.

Private car delivery (Delaman Private Car), fake identity (business people), luxury suite (Kanbi Building), top hacker (referred to as T-BUG), cutting-edge equipment (small crew cut), safe house (tight-mouthed motel)...

But let me tell you, T-BUG’s current level may not be as good as mine, and Jack and I took the risk to get the little crewneck. For such a trip, Fatty Black will get 70% of it.

Seventy percent?

Jack was not convinced at the time. He was not begging for food on his knees.

The two sides continued to circle, and Dexter took half a step back - giving us half a percent more.

Jack reluctantly accepted this result. I think he has almost fallen into the eyes of money. It's not that his argumentative behavior is wrong, but that he is too eager to reveal his purpose, and I can see clearly in his eyes that he is eager for money.

Clearly.

Fuck you, Jack.

Anyway, the deal was finally settled, and Dexter got up and went out. Before leaving, he uttered a wise saying: Life is like a banquet. It would be a loss not to drink at all, but you can't get drunk.

Fuck you too, fat man.

…

Draman's car is an unmanned car driven by artificial intelligence. Draman refers to the name of this artificial intelligence. Being able to establish a foothold in the Night City and becoming the most favored and trusted travel partner of big shots and ordinary people, he is an AI.

Those who have the ability - live for themselves, not the property of some company.

Delamain's avatar is a pale, bald man with blue lipstick and a chin that looks like a butt. At first glance, he looks a little weird, but he's also weirdly sexy.

Before getting in the car, Jack and I had to go to the bathroom and put on our outfits, also provided by Dexter, a full set of slim-fitting military technical suits.

When I came out of the toilet cubicle, there was a sensor mirror on the opposite wall. I carefully looked at the lovely person in the mirror - the beautiful Miss V.

Indeed, my face doesn’t look very healthy, and my cheeks are bloodless. Oh, by the way, I forgot to apply lipstick. Well, honey, you look like an urban beauty.

The urban beauty went out and immediately saw Jack Wills with a gold collar. He was dressed in a straight...formal suit.

"Oh, Jack..."

"What's wrong, girl? I don't look weird, do I?"

In front of me, Jack, who was full of energy in the green neon light, overlapped with the dying man in the dream. I could almost see the barrel of the gun protruding from his forehead - of course it was still in the holster, but, Jack, what are you doing?

Is this the way you dress?

I should have thought of it a long time ago, when I saw that military technology suit.

Damn it, Jack, you're going to die looking like this!

"Your face looks much prettier, um, you put on makeup, right? You move quickly V, is there anything else?"

"No, it's okay."

"Then let's walk!"

Jack, he was carrying a small crew cut and his steps were brisk and lively. Jack, he was walking in front, passing through the green light and the crowd, like a dancing Katrina.

Get in the car.

“Welcome to Delamain’s private car service, choose Delamain and leave your worries at home.”

According to Jack, this car can defeat a team of Arasaka ninjas. It can bring you out with all its strength and tail in a hail of bullets.

But you are still dead in the dream.

"Jack."

"Huh? What's wrong, girl?"

"I'm thinking, if we give up now..."

"Listen V," Jack put his warm and generous hands on his shoulders, and I could almost feel the hairs on his hands gently scratching my cheeks, "I don't care what is going on in your beautiful head.

I just want you to think that we will succeed and be safe."

"Okay, you're right, Jack."

I will definitely save you at any cost.

"This is the V I know, ha."

…

It is a sunny day. The weather is fine.

It seems like everything is fine.

The Cyanbi Building is very luxurious, breathtakingly exquisite, and majestic, just like the gilded palace of an ancient Greek king in a long poem.

The service staff were transformed into smooth gold skins, like a group of expensive talking statues.

The people who come and go here are all high-end people, holding champagne in their hands, talking about crimes, polite appearance, the behavior of men stealing women and prostitutes, and the sulcus that goes directly to the lower third road.

Our good Jack, he has begun to learn to use his accent and talk nonsense. He also said that he would bring Misty to see him if he had the opportunity. Do you really think of yourself as a big shot?

He took his crew cut and went to settle in the suite first. I also planned to hang out in the bar in the lobby.

I found the bartender here.

Every bar has a bartender, right?

After chatting with him for a while, he asked me, "Do you know who manages the Kanbi Building?"

"Isn't this Arasaka's property? Of course it's under Arasaka's control."

"Then do you know who is specifically in charge? The supervisor, general manager, or other management team. Have you seen or heard of them?"

"have no idea."

The bartender put away the wine glasses, "Yes, it's so strange - no one knows. They are like ghosts. Do you think it is possible that they sometimes pretend to be waiters and secretly inspect the quality of service here?"

His words seemed to imply that he was a big shot in disguise.

"Sounds like an encounter story in a third-rate novel."

"Who doesn't live in stories these days? Aren't you the same, little girl?"
Chapter completed!