[Mr. Hands, calling]
On the other end, it seemed Mr. Hands could no longer ignore Logan Lane's persistent calls and finally picked up.
"Mr. Hands, are you finally done?"
Logan endured the severe pain.
He couldn't imagine how much blood would be lost if his natural arm was broken. Fortunately, the artificial blood vessels automatically tightened, saving him from bleeding out on the spot.
Thanks to technology, he could still walk a bit further.
"Yes, you are very capable! My friend... With your ability, you are very suitable for this business, but Hansen needs you all to keep quiet about this batch of goods. I hope you can understand." Mr. Hands clapped his hands lightly, his expression casual, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
Great! Do you like to play like this?
Logan felt he had given Hands too much respect.
"I understand you!" The pain made Logan grit his teeth, "Wade Brick [Note: See the end for details]. Do you really think others don't know about this?"
Mr. Hands, usually calm, was silent for the first time.
"You must be very curious now, how do I know the real name of your company dog?"
Logan smiled cruelly.
It truly fit the saying, he was the lion staring at Mr. Hands' wild bull.
In his previous life, Logan knew the characters in the main storyline of this game very well. He didn't want to treat the middleman like this, but some people would do whatever they wanted without facing consequences.
He wanted to grow slowly in this small town, gradually getting in touch with the world... But now, forget about legend or reward, Logan, who had lost an arm, just wanted to live well.
In the holographic phone, Mr. Hands' breathing became noticeably heavier.
He didn't understand, these things should have been buried long ago, how did the young man in front of him know?
Mr. Hands' weakness, no one else has ever known.
He began to fear this guy with blood on his face, bright eyes, and stubbornness.
But Logan was not the kind of person who would stop after hitting someone with a stick; he wanted to slowly dismantle Mr. Hands.
So he continued:
"You are a senior executive of Petrochemicals, you've climbed quite high. Do you need me to tell Hansen that there's a corporate dog in his nest who has changed his appearance? Hmm?"
"You want to earn your retirement money in Taiping Island, maybe even start a family. In this world, you want to retire peacefully..."
"Are you ready?"
Mr. Hands finally lowered his expression. He had originally called this young man a "lion" as a joke, but now, the stone he lifted had landed on his own foot.
He was not going to sit and wait for death:
"Young man, the past didn't mean anything. You threaten me. Is that enough?"
Great, that's cool!
Logan felt that this guy was a bit foolish for being a middleman.
He thought he could have an equal dialogue with Logan, even a back-and-forth.
Mr. Hands, a middleman with a corporate background, was a dog of Hansen and did some shameful things. According to those who respected him, he was said to be able to call the shots, and according to those who didn't, he was a fence-sitter.
Logan's idea was simple. Why is it so difficult to make some money and find a job?
Seeing that the other party wasn't giving up, Logan decided to make a big fuss.
So he continued to peel away the layers of this glamorous middleman.
"I seem to know that you like to support the two officers under Hansen. Let me think... Gago? Bennett? Guess how long you can stay in the Sapphire Blue Doghouse if the colonel knows that you like to campaign and pray that the day of his death comes sooner?"
"You think you can be a local tyrant in Dogtown like this, right?"
"And... I'm afraid you have contacted Cuba a lot, right?"
Mr. Hands' face and psychological defenses were broken down step by step by Logan.
For the first time, the middleman who planned and strategized was seen clearly inside and out.
"Friend, it's okay..."
Logan cursed and threatened without hesitation:
"Who the hell is your friend?! I'm giving you two choices now. The first is to get in front of Hansen and tell the good colonel what I told you, and see how this warlord will deal with you."
"The second is to get out of Baozhanqing and make your position clear. Think about how to make Hansen stop this action. On top of that, you have to think about how to keep me alive."
"I have asked someone to copy your information several times. Maybe some hackers have it too? Anyway, this thing is locked with my life. If I don't have you, just wait for this thing to get to Hansen."
"How about it, a lot of choices, right?"
Logan's eyes were bloodshot, but he still maintained a normal tone. In fact, he was almost at his limit.
Huh, it's so damn satisfying!
For the first time, Logan felt how comfortable revenge was.
As for whether Hansen would be the middleman of Taipingzhou in the future, and what impact it would have, he didn't care.
What would happen if there was no middleman in this cruel world? Even if the storyline of this world was messed up... What does it have to do with me, Logan?
Mr. Hands was always calm, but today he was really out of his depth.
He was completely seen through.
"Calm down, friend, tell me your location, my people will pick you up right away, I guarantee your safety."
Logan laughed, "Pick me up? Are you stupid? Find me a few ways out of Dogtown, 100,000 euros, once Hansen and your people catch up, I will send you your information immediately."
The money was for prosthetics and facelift surgery.
As for the escape route, Logan was not going to take it, just like the so-called "information," it was just a smokescreen.
Whoever is honest will die in Night City! Not only did he not die, but he made up his mind to keep an eye on Hands in Dogtown.
As things have developed to this point, this place has become a real safe house.
Dogtown is the first step for Logan to walk on his own.
Hands nodded, and sure enough, 100,000 euros were transferred into Logan's account, not a penny less.
At this time, his face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. "Don't come back after leaving Dogtown."
Logan grinned, showing his bloody teeth, "That's not necessarily true. You're very angry now and are thinking about how to mess with me in Night City, but I like to travel around. It's not impossible for you to visit me one day. That's it, hang up."
As the phone was hung up, Logan could no longer hold on.
The quiet night wind, the severe pain, the sound of the Nether Dog's horn in the distance, the colonel's speech, and the hum of the hovercraft in the sky mixed together, stimulating his nerves.
Logan knelt on the ground. He was well prepared and found a cyborg doctor who had left his contact information on the black market at the stadium. He wanted to pay the cyborg doctor at the stadium to provide a pick-up service.
"Rustle."
The wild grass made a sound as it was brushed.
Logan, who couldn't even support his head, lowered his head to dial the phone and naturally heard the sound of someone approaching.
A pair of shiny high-heeled shoes appeared in front of him, and a pair of slender white ankles were exposed under the trousers.
Is it over?
Why is there someone again?
A corporate agent, and a woman...
Logan was really tired, and he tried his best to look up at the agent standing in front of him. She was quite striking.
Logan thought so.
Forget it, it's good. The revenge has been taken, and before he died, he took a look at the cyber beauty who "executed" him... He felt relieved.
"Who are you?" he asked, his eyes rolling up, and he fainted completely.
The woman looked at the guy lying on the ground and frowned slightly, "Damn, you can still walk after this?"
She stretched out her hand, the pattern of the prosthesis under the sleeve of her suit was prominent, and she lifted Logan with one hand.
"Can you hear me? Wake up."
The woman patted Logan's cheek.
Logan's consciousness had long been blurred, and he seemed to nod.
"Damn, it looks like you're going to die."
"Uh, I'm from the Arasaka Counterintelligence Department, my name is—"
"V."
[Note] The real background story of Mr. Hands can be found in official information channels and is not fabricated by the author.
[Wade Brick: He was a senior executive of Petrochemicals. He was used as a sacrificial pawn in the company's interest struggle but survived and achieved success in Pacific Island, transforming into Mr. Hands. He is cold-blooded, good at calculation, and a real businessman.]
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