"This isn’t something we should get involved with, it’ll cost us our heads!"
Reyes’ tone was unusually urgent, even without being face to face, Lin Miao could imagine the other party pacing around the room nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"Any chance you can share a bit of inside information? Just a little would do."
"There’s no damn inside information, let me tell you, Wagako, that old hag, definitely wants you dead, otherwise she’d have already pressed on this matter."
"Now you’ve got me even more interested, could that journalist have stumbled across Huang Ban Meizhi’s illegitimate daughter?"
"It’s a thousand times worse than that, it’s the nastiest gutter of Night City, a corner of the world’s rotten epitome. The middleman’s identity can’t protect you there; before you go down, it’s just a money issue with Night City, but after you go down, the only concern between you and them is when you’ll die."
The heavier Reyes’ tone became, the more curious Lin Miao grew.
"That serious, huh..."
"It’s not just serious."
Staring at the phone the other party had hung up, Reyes paused for a moment before he couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
He had thought this guy was bold yet cautious, a clever man with skills.
Turns out this guy was just like his crew.
Except his crew were raving lunatics, while he was a calm lunatic.
"Brother will burn yellow paper for you during festivals."
Doesn’t he have that custom over there?
After hanging up the call with Reyes, Lin Miao touched his mouth corner.
Giving up was definitely impossible, it wasn’t that Lin Miao didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.
The players were already scurrying all over Night City, seeing secrets they shouldn’t was just a matter of time, it couldn’t be stopped.
Even if he used every means possible to limit the players’ movement range, it would only be a futile attempt to conceal the truth.
What needs to be done now is to figure out how to block the information channels, making the impact of this matter as small as possible.
The vehicle heading towards Watson District made a U-turn at the intersection, driving towards the office.
He happened to dial the studio’s phone.
"How’s the custom-made clothing of the parent voucher going?"
Clark glanced at the armor hanging in the corner of the studio, puzzled over why the boss suddenly asked about it.
The request itself was outrageous, 3D armor on a titanium synthetic textile surface, advanced materials only used in aerospace, wouldn’t be found even in Dogtown.
Intelligent magnetorheological technology is highly confidential military tech, he had no idea how the other party heard about it.
The whole set costs roughly over two hundred grand, naturally the other party couldn’t afford it, so it’s just a design.
"Get everyone to stop what they’re doing, disassemble the power armor I left in the studio and put it on, I need it later, remake the parent voucher one."
Clark thought he had misheard.
Several self-taught mechanics dared not disassemble it, only dared to admire it when left there, only two formally trained mechanics could discern its mysteries, even if they hadn’t built it, they had fiddled with it.
This is akin to a set of active light power armor worth over a decade’s salary.
Now you say disassemble it, put that pile of junk on it?
"Speed up, the faster the better, the intelligent auxiliary system doesn’t need to be installed, properly sand the external armor for design, repaint the lining."
After finishing, Lin Miao hung up, many knew about that power armor of his, so he couldn’t wear it out.
Switching to a player image that existed before and has appeared is more suitable as a disguise.
Furthermore, the parent voucher until now has been roaming the bar with its real face, the homemade combat suit hidden in the sewers, truly exposed it only appeared once in Voodoo Gang hacker’s braindance.
Besides that, few knew about the alliance between the big bat and bar mercenary.
The mechanics glanced at each other, unaware of the boss’s intentions, but that’s work, what else is there to do?
Fortunately, this power armor was normally disassembled in the studio, only assembled when used, the bodysuit was stored separately, hence modification was incredibly rapid, even Lucy at the bar brought Lin Miao’s usual suit over for resizing and stitching it into a cape. For more chapters visit N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Large amounts of advanced materials and equipment were turned into cosplay gear in their hands, mechanics exclaimed wealthy folks are wasteful, then gleefully worked as special agents, satisfying their revenge psychology.
If someone invited you to smash yachts at his place, you’d likely feel the same.
"So, what have you guys discovered?"
The originally tattered container had its hacked-up door frame patched with steel plates as per Lewis’ request.
In the dim lighting, seven people squeezed into the cramped space, awaiting the journalist and vagrant to share their story.
"I’m not the one who discovered the secret, he did." Lewis pointed to the vagrant beside him
"I just got the news this morning saying someone used a drone to see someone arranging a pile of ’help’ in the factory zone, that’s why I came here after hearing."
Lewis reported his discovery to News 54’s higher-ups, but they were utterly indifferent, not only showed no concern but prepared to assign Lewis to cover other news.
The instincts of a journalist, Lewis easily sensed that the matter wasn’t that simple.
He initially didn’t want to bother with this, in Night City, living long means keeping out of trouble, the less hassle the better.