Lenny sold Super Dream movies in the underground passage of Twisting Street, indeed just less than 500 ters from Kazuko’s office.
The guy was wearing a black coat with orange lining, sporting dark sunglasses, leaning against the wall.
When the three of them saw him, a guy dressed in a fancy suit sneakily asked him sothing:
"Hey, got any new stuff? I want sothing thrilling..."
"Hmm, of course."
As the suited man spoke, he looked around, just like an adulterous husband—desperate for a thrill but afraid of being seen.
The three approached and V frowned at the suited man, "You guys ever wonder why these suit dogs always pop up at these underground Black Superdream markets?"
"These lower-middle-level employees can’t blend into reckless circles, afraid to ss up their families and careers with so stuff.
But they still want the experience, so they settle for these films."
The suited man, hearing this, turned red, "You... how can you slander soone out of nowhere! I’m just watching so films, I haven’t actually committed any cri!"
V snatched the film from the suited man’s hands, laughing, "That’s enough, films involve people acting, you don’t think those in Black Superdream are voluntary, do you?
Let’s see what you’ve bought, ’Torture Collection Volu 11’... man, you’re truly a beast!"
"Give it back! Stealing is illegal!"
Lille spoke up, "Alright, we’re here on official business."
The suited man thought Lille was speaking in his favor, but the next second, Jack slapped him, and his head went blank!
Seeing this, Lenny also realized that the newcors ant trouble, leaning against the wall, "Guys, I’m just a movie seller, the stuff in those films has nothing to do with ."
Lille turned on his prosthetic eye scanner, targeted Lenny’s frequency with the Cyber Modulator, and instantly hacked in.
The Superdream dealer froze; Lille patted his face, "You’ve got quite a few prosthetics, but now I ask, you answer.
Where are these films imported from?"
"They... buddy, you don’t know who you’re ssing with, do yourself a favor..."
Lille signaled to Jack with his eyes, "Kid, you’re a movie seller, you might not know what I do, I don’t bla you for that, but here’s sothing big you might recognize."
Jack took the Widow Maker off his back and, at Lille’s hint, inserted the gun barrel into Lenny’s horrified mouth.
His jaw was original, stretched to dislocation by the huge gun barrel—the entire ti, Lenny felt like the big guy was a machine, his hand strength comparable to a hydraulic press, relentless and consistent.
Clip...clip...
"Cough...ugh..."
Lenny scread in agony, tears mixed with prosthetic eye fluid streaming from his sockets.
The gun barrel stopped moving but remained jamd in Lenny’s mouth.
"Just send the information, I’ll give you 10 seconds to send your suppliers."
In reality, it took less than a second before Lenny started typing:
[Lenny: Tiger Claw Gang, Scavenger, Vortex Gang, which one do you want to know? I’ll tell!]
"Tiger Claw Gang’s... never mind, tell them all."
[Lenny: Tiger Claw Gang’s stuff cos from a guy nad Jotaro Arasaka! He leaves the goods at a Geisha District drop-off point, I go there to pick it up!]
[Lenny: Vortex Gang’s guy is Gottfried, Scavenger... I’ll make a list!]
"Okay, make it now, and while you’re at it, send a ssage to Tiger Claw Gang to arrange the supplies now."
A slot on the back of Lenny’s head flashed, then a Separation Chip popped out.
Lille took the chip, checked its contents, and confird Lenny’s multiple supply channels.
However, he and the suppliers were quite cautious, at most leaking a na and not eting face-to-face.
At Lille’s instruction, Jack retracted the gun barrel, then wiped it on Lenny’s coat.
As the gun barrel ca out, Lenny collapsed, vomiting an unclear substance, his dislocated jaw flailing.
"We’re honorable n, we’ll let you go this ti."
"Really letting him go?" V looked at him disdainfully, "What’s that saying? No business, no killing, I think this guy needs to pay for all those victims."
Lille didn’t respond to V’s question, but instead called Reaver.
"Got a guy here trafficking illegal Black Superdream, Lenny Nero, old hand at this. I’ll send you the evidence, how much reward can he get?"
The person on the other end, Reaver, quickly reviewed Lenny’s record.
"...This guy’s a bastard, according to our rules here, the departnt will issue a bounty of 900 euros for him, and I’ve tried my best..."
"Okay." Lille hung up the phone and looked at Lenny, who was struggling to get up, "Hold on, I let you go last ti, not this ti, NCPD has placed a bounty on you."
V understood and chambered a round in her pistol.
Lenny had just gotten up, his chin still swinging, and upon hearing Lille’s words, he fell into despair, ignoring the pain in his face and tried to run—
"I’m just a businessman! I have money, I can give..."
Lille shook his head, "We’re just doing business too."
Bang!
Lenny lay in a pool of blood.
V holstered her weapon, nodded in satisfaction, "Keep the bounty money for yourself this ti, sis is very pleased, now what should we do?"
"His pickup point is in the Geisha District, we’ll stake it out, and also..." Lille glanced at the ti, "grab sothing to eat."
...
"I want this!" Lille pointed at a dock in the store—
The Geisha District is a core part of Watson District—once the core part.
Originally, this area was under the domain of a Japanese dical company, the entire district thrived because of the pharmaceutical business, until Arasaka moved in and brought down these enterprises.
Now, this area ranks among the poorest in Night City and is densely populated.
This territory is basically the frontline of the conflict between the Tiger Claw Gang and the Vortex Gang, with both gangs active here but neither has declared complete control, thus leading to the prosperity of the Mox Gang in this area.
The mixed environnt provides conditions for the developnt of the black market, this place is the largest black market distribution hub in all Night City—
As night falls.
By now, the three had finished eating and were browsing for new dock components in the cyber-component store.
V twitched the corner of her eye, "So you were waiting here for ?"
"Ah, no choice, I have to look for clues in Cyberspace when I get back, it’s all commissioned work.
Brother, these are necessary expenses..."
"Say ’sister’ for ."
"It’s not just my need."
"Say it!"
"A man can be killed but not insulted!" Lille stated righteously, "At most I’ll call you sister once! Please!"
"You’re such an actor." V rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile, "Which is the most expensive one here?"
The clerk, with eyes hidden behind goggles, thought silently: This young person really knows how to play.
"...The best one is much more expensive than the one he’s pointing at, Crow Microcontrol Type 3, cos with fixed dock chips and personal dock adapters, all included, a total of 80,000."
Lille was surprised, "Is that the type favored most by AI hunters?"
"Expert, yes—correct, that’s the one, just this last one, once it sells we’ll have to find more stock."
V glanced at Lille, "Now you owe 80,000 more."
"I got it, I got it."
Lille urged V to hurry up and pay, just then he received a ssage from Jack.
[From: Jack]
[Jack: Lille, soone has co to the pickup point, looks a bit shady.]
[Lille: What do you an shady?]
[Jack: Sneaky looking and very tense, a bit odd, if he was part of a gang shipnt, he shouldn’t be like this, should be an old hand.]
[Jack: Picture]
[Lille: Definitely strange, keep an eye on him—are there Tiger Claws nearby?]
[Jack: Yes... they walked over.]
[Lille: Watch out for that kid.]
[Jack: Okay.]
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