"No, you don’t understand, the efficiency of that type of turbofan is too high, the entire chanical structure is quite exquisite!"
Honestly, our engineers can’t quite make heads or tails of it, are there really no companies behind it?"
In the garage, Sherman was still thinking about the flying motorcycle.
He had ridden in floating cars before, and as a car manufacturer, they had accessed plenty of data.
But to achieve such results with such a small turbine fan, he had never seen before.
"Hey, don’t say you haven’t seen it, I haven’t either, back when I was at the company... never mind, that’s not important.
Anyway, they’re definitely not corporate stooges, anyone with eyes could see that."
The Old Captain waved his hand, poured two glasses of liquor, seeming very philosophical about it all.
He was a middleman, covered by his boss. He helped his boss with tasks, made so money, developed so ventures, did so good deeds—all not too bad.
As for the inexplicable glorious deeds associated with Lille...
Just like those occasionally unearthed incredible pieces of black technology in the old nets, there were always so things in this world that so people could not understand.
Considering what the three bosses had done so far, he felt it was definitely right to follow his father.
Sherman took a sip of liquor but couldn’t stop thinking about the motorcycle: "I have to find a way to get my hands on that thing..."
The Old Captain glared at him and said, "You better not take any crooked paths, or I’ll be the first to deal with you."
"Don’t worry, that won’t happen. Just think about it, a flying motorcycle, how well that would sell...
I’m also considering it for the boss. After all, we’re all workers, it doesn’t matter who we work for.
But I think this boss has great foresight! With technology in one hand and a bunch of Wanderers in the other, ruling over the city...
This is just like the rise of the ta Group!"
"That’s true..."
The Old Captain had just finished speaking when he received a ssage:
[Sender: Burger King]
[Burger King: Open the door, just a transfer.]
"They’re back, just be careful yourself."
"Don’t worry, bro."
Sherman straightened his clothes. Just now, he had deeply gotten to know the temperants of these bosses with the Old Captain.
He sent a ssage to his engineers, it was ti to get to work.
...
When Mackinaw, swaying heavily, pulled a full carriage back, it was deep into the night, and the streets of Saint Domingo were almost deserted—
Workers were on the night shift, and no one else would go out at this ti unless absolutely necessary.
The vehicle slowly drove into the garage.
The underlings looked around to make sure no one was on the street, then closed the rolling door.
Bang.
The cargo bay of Mackinaw’s vehicle crashed open, and the engineers, operating small carts, planned to unload everything in the cargo bay.
Jack and V were stretching their bodies, expertly entering the VIP lounge, while Lille watched the unloading.
He said to the Old Captain, "Arrange a place for , I need to dismantle the cargo. I’ll pay."
The Old Captain stroked his face: "That’s easy to say, I definitely can’t take your money!
But I just heard a piece of news, Military Technology is going to investigate the recent convoys entering and leaving Night City, asking us to provide information..."
Before he could finish, the cart carrying the cha slowly erged from the cargo bay.
The huge cannon barrels, the dark, anti-riot shields, obviously made of so sort of high-grade polyr...
As the vehicle slowly passed by, the writing engraved on the cha was clearly visible in the light:
"Militech".
The Old Captain looked at this thing, then exchanged a shocked glance with Sherman beside him.
This was clearly military-grade linear fra!
Definitely a civilian-prohibited item that should only appear on the battlefield!
Lille had taken two chas from the convoy, one was a fully intact Centaur cha, and the other was the one V had pierced, still mostly intact.
The two chas were slowly unloaded.
The engineers looked bewilderedly at Sherman, this guy with quick reflexes, as sothing resembling an arc welding head popped out below his prosthetic left hand.
Electric light abounded.
Before long, Militech had been expertly altered to litemach, from "Military Technology" to "Lightweight Machinery," with no discernible traces of modification.
Sherman bowed slightly to Lille, displaying the results.
Lille nodded lightly: Not bad, it works.
The Old Captain solemnly respected: It seems that being away from the company has dulled my senses in this area.
Is calling it ’Lightweight Machinery’ a bit... treating people like fools?
Now he understood why Military Technology was so desperate, it turned out that a military-grade linear fra had been stolen.
"Well, Dad, but this thing is a bit hot to handle, it’s not safe with ."
"I know, so soone will co to pick it up in a while, I’m just going to dismantle it and make sure there are no tracking devices."
"Alright, Dad, please follow , the workshop is at the back."
Jack and V headed to the VIP lounge to rest, while Lille followed the Old Captain to the workshop.
This place was primarily used for vehicle modifications, but if you could modify vehicles, you could deal with a Centaur cha.
Honestly, although the Old Captain and Sherman appeared calm, in reality, they were just better at suppressing their shock.
The linear fra is the exoskeleton in the Cyberpunk World.
This device looks more like a type of tal armor on the outside, with an external fra implanted into the body, and the control system directly linked to the bones and muscles through neural connections.
This exoskeleton is categorized into three levels from low to high: ∑, β, and Ω.
As a police-grade linear fra soon to be supplied to the NCPD, the Centaur cha is graded ∑, capable of lifting up to 600 kilograms, though that is the theoretical limit.
If soone actually used it to lift 600 kg, they would be so compressed that they couldn’t move, and if their physique wasn’t up to it, they could be crushed to death.
The Centaur cha is key in military use, focused on what’s in the hands: a Plasma Gun and a special Explosion-proof Shield.
The Explosion-proof Shield could withstand almost any firearm found in Night City, and it resisted mines and hand grenades and other explosives.
The Plasma Gun...
Lille had long coveted this item, unfortunately, the ones he retrieved in Evil Land were all damaged, and completely ruined after one use.
Intact plasma guns could be put to many uses.
The linear fra itself could also give Lille so ideas to upgrade the chanical arm on his body and Jack’s hands.
After the dismantling was completed, everything was placed on a vehicle, and Lille removed his gloves and approached the table.
Sherman rubbed his hands, the first to co forward: "Dad, this flying motorcycle... you seed to have used it, is it possible for us to produce one ourselves?
Our people are car makers, but a little study and they could surely make motorcycles too!"
Lille took a sip of his drink: "I have this plan, but I will decide and arrange the production thod."
Turbofan technology involves Adrian’s tech, so Lille planned to use a trans-dinsional production thod to encrypt the designs.
Sherman nodded, "This kind of thing should be kept secret, how about I move my people to Adkaduo? It’s safer there...
I will definitely take good care of my people!"
Lille thought for a mont and said, "That’s fine."
"Alright then, I’ll have them pack up imdiately..."
Sherman imdiately turned and started rallying his subordinates.
Lille then asked the Old Captain, "Any other news?"
"Sort of, two things, one is what we just discussed, about Military Technology spreading the word."
"I know, has there been any movent from the Vortex Gang?"
"Actually, yes! You’re really well-inford," the Old Captain gave a thumbs up. "It seems the Vortex Gang has changed leaders, a guy nad Royce.
They’ve had an internal conflict in the Watson District, at Death’s Dance, you know? The Vortex Gang’s bar, it was chaos!
The previous leader suddenly disappeared, and now it’s Carter who doesn’t see eye to eye with Royce."
"It won’t be long now."
Lille pulled up the contacts for Cheson, Roshan, and Brick in his phone.
Two arms dealers, and an exiled gang leader—
A perfect avenue for spending so money.
[Recipient: Brick]
[Mysterious Hero: By the way, I forgot to ntion when you left in a hurry today; I’m doing a little arms deal in the city. If you ever need anything, just let know.]
[Brick: I need it now! Whatever you have, however much you have, the fiercer the better!]
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