[V: I'll go, it's awesome!] I'm going to have a whole car too! 】

Although it was only a text message, Lille could feel V's energy.

Call--

The engine of the floating car roars.

Rayfield, the world's top high-end car manufacturer.

They are famous for their top-notch supercar Stone Sword and Lake Girl's Sword, but if you want to say that the product that truly symbolizes the owner's transcendence in the world, it has to be the one in front of you.

Float car, Rayfield Holy Sword.

The fully hand-built body, streamlined shell, with a small amount of pure wood filling, shows the dignity of the owner.

The specially tuned floating engine takes into account the needs of flexibility and quietness, and is equipped with a soundproof structure to leave the noise to the world and the quiet to the owner.

Anyone who sees this big guy has to be confused, and V is even more so!

This product is more of a legend to her and Jack!

Now, the legend has appeared before them!

The float slowly disappeared from view and melted into the building, apparently a parking spot for the float to park into the building.

High-end places like this are generally equipped with special parking spots for floating vehicles, which are provided to high-end people who are different from ordinary people.

Lille patted the two people who were standing in place with their heads up, and said to V: "Look, the float car is not far from you now, right?" ”

V nodded slowly: "Indeed--I want that!" ”

"Motivated now? Rest assured, there will be. ”

Jack rubbed his hands and followed: "When the car arrives, can you also lend me two days?" Now Mackinac is too conspicuous."

"Yes, it's the person I'm looking for, you don't think you can get away with doing this kind of thing, do you?"

Jefferson made a phone call and slowly got out of the car under the protection of his bodyguards.

On the other end of the phone, the guy looked very irritable and said in a low voice: "It's disgusting that Perares, who claims to be legal and compliant, helps Night City's biggest wanted criminal."

"Say whatever you want, Hot, you will never be able to sit in the mayor's position anyway, so be honestly a dog."

He hung up the phone, straightened his clothes, and prepared to walk into the embers.

As soon as he got out of the car, Wallace, the head of security who was waiting here, immediately greeted him.

Wallace is a very professional security contractor who prefers external armor to those who choose to be prosthetic.

Too many combat prosthetics implants will make their brains unconscious, so at most they will only choose neural components like Sänwestein as the basic prosthesis, and high-functioning prostheses such as the mantis knife and gorilla arm will rarely appear on them.

Such a contractor in charge of a regular security company will be more inclined to provide services with a cool head, a large logistics team, and information support, rather than pure personal force.

A body armor made of special materials, a highly reliable rifle and a spare technical pistol, and a set of top-of-the-line tactical goggles, these tactical equipment are basically all they have.

The support of a whole behind-the-scenes team is the fundamental guarantee for them to provide services.

Extremely strong force is still a threat, so they will provide security advice and warnings to employers at times like these.

Wallace came up to Jefferson: "Mr. Perares, as your head of security, I strongly recommend that you cancel this meeting.

The people you're going to meet can be dangerous, especially if you choose to do so in a non-internet box.

In such an environment, your life would be completely in the hands of three outlaw fanatics. ”

Jefferson raised an eyebrow: "First of all, I want to correct you, after NCPD's research and investigation, what the three of them did in the H8 skyscraper was completely out of the NCPD employment contract.

The people they killed were all criminals with bounties, maybe what you said made sense, my little life will be in their hands-

But strictly speaking, they are not criminals. ”

"But there is also a power outage in the company square and a border wall"

"Okay, don't talk about it, at least they don't have any bounties on their heads right now."

The power outage in the company square has become an unsolved case, and the truth has disappeared amid increasingly outrageous rumors.

The military technology, which was the first to issue a wanted warrant, was released from their past suspicions in the border wall incident and the bounty was revoked.

The tragic battle of the H8 skyscraper, with the intervention of various forces, allowed them to leave the skyscraper unharmed after killing more than 200 people.

So strictly speaking, this famous mercenary team, on the bright side, really can't find anything wrong.

Instead, it was the people at the top who looked at their records and admired them, like Jefferson.

He looked down on all kinds of illegal armed forces, especially gangs and illegal mercenaries in the city, who sold themselves just for money.

But these three people are different, and he can't be disgusted at all.

He works neatly, with high quality and efficiency, and even does what he does so justly—at least in his eyes.

In the past, Jefferson would never have been able to contact such a mercenary.

Wallace is still fighting: "At the very least, move the meeting to a private box with security."

Jefferson stiffly interrupted his head of security's suggestion: "I'm looking for the most professional mercenaries in the city of the night, not some kind of murderer, and I'll give that respect."

Secondly, you are the head of security and only advise on my safety, not control.

Now, as an employer, I would like to offer my advice: instead of worrying that they will kill me, you better keep an eye on your surroundings to see if anyone will continue to seek revenge on the mercenaries and arrange for a heavily armed gunman to turn their guns on me.

If that happens, I'll probably have to pay an extra fee to hire these mercenaries on-site - in that case, you'll be out of work. ”

Wallace was speechless and stood still watching Jefferson leave the spot.

Looking at the back of Jefferson leaving, Wallace silently walked towards the staff passage.

Jefferson would never have risked such a risk to reach out to such an outlaw person before.

He began to use encrypted channels to deliver messages:

"Attention teams, despite my reservations, Target Alpha has decided to contact the mercenary team.

There may be some justification for the choice of targets, but having this mercenary team participate in political elections can have serious implications.

This move could be a serious departure from the behavioral paradigm. ”

Ember, one of Night City's most extravagant restaurants.

The light in the box is a mixture of light and dark, and the light is all designed without main lights, so that the diners cannot detect where the light source is, but it will not appear that the indoor space is dim.

The light was just right enough for the interlocutors to see the faces of both sides.

High-grade wood that can't be named, high-grade stone that looks very high-end, and exquisite carving.

And meals made with organic food that I've never seen before, and that's how Jack and V feel.

They can't really say what is valuable and what is not, but they just think that these things are valuable.

Of course, this small psychological change could not escape Jefferson's eyes, but Lille's calmness was beyond his imagination.

He smiled: "Finally seeing me, first we should have a toast." ”

"Why?"

Lille asked rhetorically.

This candidate's brain is very. Complex, contact with him, it is better to try to probe as many reactions as possible for analysis.

His outward appearance can be called homely kindness, but if it is because of this outward appearance, he will let his guard down.

I don't know how I died.

Jefferson may not have had malicious intent, but the people behind him are hard to say.

Jefferson raised his glass: "Of course for everything you guys do at the H8 skyscraper, in this city, there's almost no justice, it's all just for the money."

But you're such an outlier, first the biotech, then the Tiger Claw, and the deputy director of the NCPD who covers them, and

I can't say that, after all, there is no real hammer.

Either way, you still make me think that the grand thief that people usually talk about may still be true.

Therefore, this cup is to you, to the truth you have revealed, and to the children you have rescued

To you, bring light to the city. ”

(End of chapter)