[V: Damn, that’s aweso! I want one too!]
Although it was just a text ssage, Lille could feel V’s enthusiasm.
Whoo—
The engine of the Floating Car roared.
Leifield, the world’s top high-end car manufacturer.
They are known for their top super cars like the Stone Sword and the Lady of the Lake, but the real symbol of status for car owners is this one right here...
The Floating Car, Leifield Holy Sword.
Handcrafted body, streamlined shell adorned with a bit of pure wooden filling, showcasing the owner’s prestige.
A specially adjusted floating engine that balances agility and quietness, paired with soundproofing, keeps the noise out in the world and the quiet with the owner.
Anyone who sees this giant would be baffled, and V even more so!
This product was, for her and Jack, more like a legend!
Now, the legend was right in front of them!
The Floating Car slowly disappeared from view, rging into the building, clearly destined for the skyscraper’s Floating Car parking area.
Such high-end places usually have dedicated Floating Car parking spots to cater to those elite individuals who are not your average citizens.
Lille patted the two who were standing still, looking up, emphasizing to V, "See, now the Floating Car isn’t far from you, right?"
V slowly nodded, "Indeed—I want that one!"
"Feeling motivated now? Don’t worry, you’ll get there."
Jack rubbed his hands and followed, "Once the car is in my hands, can I borrow it for a couple of days too? The Mackinaw is too conspicuous now..."
...
"Yes, I’m the one who hired them, you didn’t think they could do this kind of job and get away with it, did you?"
Jefferson stepped out of the car, walking slowly under the protection of his bodyguards, while on the phone.
On the other end of the phone, that guy sounded very irritable, his voice low, "... The so-called law-abiding Peralares, helping the biggest fugitive of Night City, really makes sick..."
"Say whatever you want, Hot, you’re never going to sit in the mayor’s seat, just keep being a good dog."
He hung up the phone, straightened his clothes, and planned to walk into the ashes.
As soon as he got out of the car, Wallace, the head of security there, imdiately ca to greet him.
Wallace was a very professional security contractor head, unlike those edge runners who opt for Prosthetics, these kinds of security heads prefer external armor.
Too many Combat Prosthetics implants would cloud their minds, so they would only go for basic Prosthetic components like the Si Anweisitan neural components; high-functionality Prosthetics like Mantis Blades or Gorilla Arms are generally not seen on them.
Such a reputable security company head prefers to provide service with a cool head, a huge logistics team, and information support rather than just personal combat power.
A bulletproof vest made of special materials, a highly reliable rifle and backup technical pistol, and a set of top-tier tactical goggles—these tactical gears were basically their entire outfit.
The support of an entire backstage team is the fundantal guarantee of their service.
Still, extrely powerful arms remain a threat, so they would offer security advice and warnings to their employers in such tis.
Wallace ca before Jefferson, "Mr. Peralares, as your head of security, I strongly advise you to cancel this eting.
The person you are about to et is extrely dangerous, especially since you choose to et in a no-network booth,
in such an environnt, your life will be entirely in the hands of three outlaws."
Jefferson raised an eyebrow, "First, I need to correct you, after the NCPD’s research and investigation, the three of them carried out their mission in the H8 Skyscraper under an NCPD Employnt Contract.
They eliminated were all criminals with bounties, maybe you have a point, my life could be in their hands—
but strictly speaking, they are not criminals."
"But still, there’s the Company Square blackout, the border wall..."
"Enough said, at least for now, they don’t have any bounties on their heads."
The Company Square blackout beca a cold case; the truth vanished amid increasingly bizarre rumors.
Initially, the Military Technology, who first issued the warrant, thawed their previous confrontations during the border wall incident and withdrew the bounty.
The fierce battle at the H8 Skyscraper, with the intervention of various forces, allowed them to depart from the skyscraper unscathed after they had killed over two hundred people —
So strictly speaking, this famous rcenary team couldn’t really be faulted for anything on the surface.
On the contrary, the high-ranking officials who reviewed their record were full of admiration for them, such as Jefferson.
He deeply despised various illegal ard groups, especially the gangs in the city and illegal rcenaries, those who would sell themselves for money.
But these three were different, utterly preventing him from feeling any displeasure.
They worked neatly, with high quality and efficiency, and even their actions were so righteous — at least in his eyes.
In the past, Jefferson would absolutely never have dealt with such rcenaries.
Wallace was still arguing, "At the very least, the eting should be moved to a net-secured booth, and equipped with security..."
Jefferson forcefully interrupted his security manager’s suggestion, "What I seek are the most professional rcenaries in All Night City, not so murderers, and I will still offer them respect.
Secondly, you are the security manager, only to make suggestions about my safety, not to control it.
Now, as the employer, I’ll make my suggestion: instead of worrying about them killing , you’d better watch out for soone using the guise of seeking revenge against rcenaries, setting up a fully ard gunman to point a gun at .
If that really happens, I might even have to pay extra to hire these rcenaries on the spot — if that’s the case, you’ll be out of a job."
Wallace was so rebutted he had nothing to say, standing still as he watched Jefferson walk away.
Watching Jefferson’s retreating figure, Wallace silently headed towards the staff passage.
Jefferson would definitely not have taken such a risk to contact lawless individuals like this before.
He began to transmit information via an encrypted channel:
"All teams take note, although I have expressed reservations, the target Alpha has still decided to contact the rcenary team.
The target’s choice may have certain reasons, but letting the rcenary team participate in a political election can have serious consequences.
This move may severely deviate from normal behavioral patterns."
...
Embers, one of the most luxurious restaurants in Night City.
The dimly lit booth used a design without any central lights, making it impossible for diners to detect where the light sources were, yet they would not feel the interior space was gloomy.
The lighting was just right, enough for the eting participants to clearly see each other’s faces.
Unnaable high-grade wood, high-grade stone that looked very upscale, exquisite carvings...
And food made from organic products never seen before, this was Jack and V’s impression.
They couldn’t really tell which items were valuable and which weren’t, but they felt that all these things were quite expensive.
This subtle psychological change certainly did not escape Jefferson’s eyes, but Lille’s composure was far beyond his expectations.
He smiled, "Finally eting you in person, first we should have a drink."
"Why?"
Lille asked in return.
This candidate’s mind was very... complex, and it was best to probe as much response as possible for analysis when dealing with him.
He might appear benevolent, but if one lowered their guard because of such appearances...
they might not even know how they died.
Jefferson might not have ill intentions, but those behind him were another story.
Jefferson lifted his glass, "Of course, to all your efforts at the H8 Skyscraper, in this city, there is hardly any justice, it’s all just for money.
But you guys are an anomaly, first Biotechnology, then the Tiger Claw Gang, and their NCPD Deputy Commissioner protecting them, and...
This, I can’t say, after all, there’s no concrete proof.
Regardless, you still make believe that the vigilantes people talk about might actually exist.
So this drink, to you, to the truths you’ve unveiled, to the children you’ve saved...
To you, bringing light to the city."
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