[Calling: Victor Victor]
"V? How come you have time to remember an old man like me today?"
V chuckled, "Old V, you're not old. Just recently, I saw you watching a boxing match, talking about getting in the ring to teach the kids a lesson."
"Let's talk business. Is it about work again?"
Old V's voice always puts people at ease.
"Yeah." V glanced at Logan Lane, whose arm was still bleeding in the passenger seat. Even though she had given the young man a blood coagulant and a can of [Black Lace], the effect wasn't promising.
"I have a... well, someone related to my work. This guy's got a broken arm, heavy bleeding, and his back is full of nasty wounds..."
V pulled out the soft wire from her wrist, held the steering wheel with one hand, and inserted the wire into Logan's brain-computer interface.
"His vital signs are bad. I'll be there in half an hour. Can you do an operation? I'll work overtime. Thanks for the hard work."
V reported the data to Old V. She wasn't sure if Logan could hold on until then.
"Is he a client of the trauma team?"
Old V was always cautious. V worked in a company, and occasionally, clients of the trauma team had programs that ejected incorrectly.
V was straightforward. "He's a poor guy. Can't be with the trauma team."
Victor showed a helpless smile. "Then come on. If there's too much blood loss, remember to use a coagulant."
"Don't worry, Old V. I learned from you and picked up a few tricks."
After hanging up, V's car zipped out of the Taipingzhou intersection at a speed of up to 150 kilometers per hour. Along the way, the NCPD police radio buzzed with reports about the car.
The vehicle sped over the skyscrapers interlaced with neon lights. The neon halo of [Unparalleled in the World] flashed through the car body at high speed. This Hera EC-D I360 was driven by V like an airplane on the city road.
[Watson District]
Little Chinatown.
This area in Night City is now a poor place. The scenery whizzed past the street corners quickly, the characteristic neon signs in the distance, and the food on various fast-food trucks all bore the marks of Eastern Asian culture.
There is a strange contradiction in the urban structure here.
Illegal gambling dens sit next to corporate office buildings, and the crowds are mixed. Office workers who can't afford to live in the company square breathe the same air as the homeless here.
Cheap entertainment consists of card tables and strip clubs.
Except for the Tiger Claw Gang, no well-known gangs are stationed here.
Old V's clinic is nestled behind the jagged storefronts, in a basement somewhere in the alleyway.
V stopped the car. Misty had received Victor's call earlier and was waiting outside on the street. She yawned and looked even sleepier with her smoky makeup.
"Victor asked me to help you, V."
"Misty, I can handle it... Okay, thanks." It was midnight, and even though no one was around, a few homeless people were startled by the man being carried by two women.
The dripping blood along the way soaked Misty's sweater.
V was a bit embarrassed.
"Put him here, kid."
Victor held the prosthesis in both hands and carefully disinfected it. "Let's deal with the arm problem first."
Facing the dripping blood on the chair, Victor asked, "Who is he to you? Let me see if I should use better materials."
"Old V, just use it. If there's no money, I'll ask him to pay you back!"
Victor shook his head, "But I only allow you to buy on credit."
After that, Victor began to stop the bleeding and used tweezers to help Logan remove the shrapnel. Misty was looking for a suitable prosthesis in the distance, and the operation began...
Logan had a dream.
The company square in the dream was very clean, and he stood below, looking up at the skyscrapers that pinned ordinary people to the bottom.
So what is he? Why is he still alive?
No one told him.
"Hey! What are you daydreaming about, Logan?"
Manny patted Logan's shoulder.
Rebecca put her hands in her pockets, and the expression hidden in her wide collar was not the carefree one people usually saw.
Beside her stood other members of the cyberpunk team, Dolio, Qiwei, Lucy, David Martinez...
"Yo! Amigo, you look very imposing today!"
Logan turned his head, "It's you, Jack..."
The burly man with a samurai head, wearing a leather jacket, arms folded, had someone standing next to him... What's going on? Is it that cyber beauty?
But the mirror was still broken.
Those people lay quietly on the ground, fragmented, never to be pieced together again.
Only that woman, covered in wounds, knelt on one knee, staring at the Arasaka Tower.
A man with long silver-white hair and a hand wearing a bulletproof vest leaned against the woman's back, "This broken world, it's not a pity to burn it to ashes."
[System reload...]
[Data reading...//...]
Logan's dark world began to brighten, and the red vital sign data reminded him that he was alive.
Did he call the prosthetic doctor?
Anyway, it's good to be alive.
Logan opened his eyes and found himself lying on an operating chair, and the female corporate agent was sleeping on the chair next to him.
So Logan tried to move his neck and looked around.
The space wasn't big. In addition to the computer screen with a faint blue light, there was a trophy next to the computer, and some randomly piled sundries.
But there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity here.
My hands!
Logan subconsciously raised his hands and found that both hands were as good as new. When he moved them, they seemed more flexible than before.
The palms, covered like real human skin, contained a black prosthetic soft membrane and a silver-white square. The grip was also stronger than before.
"[Subcutaneous Armor], [Ballistic Coprocessor]."
The sudden voice in his ear startled Logan. The female corporate agent woke up at some point. She stared at Logan with tiredness and a hint of heroism around her eyes.
"Where is this?"
"Night City, Watson District." The female corporate agent crossed her legs. "Okay, as a reward for saving my life, you can pay the prosthetic fee to Dr. Victor Victor in Little Chinatown."
"And what I want in return is to explain to me clearly how the Hellhound's goods were stolen."
This is... Victor? Old V's prosthetic shop?!
The one in front of him is... Logan swallowed his saliva...
[Character: Valerie (V)]
[Faction: Night City·Arasaka]
[Favorability: 0]
[Development value: ???]
[Stage reward: meet this character, system re-inspection, prosthetics replaced and innovated [Ballistic Co-processor·Blue] [Subcutaneous Armor·Blue] [Titanium Skeleton·Blue], Intelligence +3, Euros...]
"Don't be clever, I can make your brain explode and wake you up again. Now tell me about this mess in Dogtown."
"Don't make me do anything you'll regret!"
The corporate agent - hacker V, under such strong pressure, Logan's body was stiff.
He didn't even know whether he should explain the whole story.
Military technology, Arasaka, what's going on?
No, he couldn't just casually reveal the details.
"I have to know what's going on before I can tell you."
Logan had suffered too much, even if this person was V, he couldn't be so heartless anymore.
V's eyes gradually became unfriendly.
Logan shuddered, "No, I just saw a Mewtwo, you have to tell me what this is about, so I can know what you want, right? I swear! I'll tell you what you ask."
V took out a knife from her waist and kept tossing it up and catching it.
Logan wasn't sure if this was a threat.
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