Chapter 87 Witnessing Cyberpsychosis: Turning a Deaf Ear (I) (Sixth Update)

Since you have decided to do it your own way, there is no need to communicate too much with the middleman.

The three of them chose to continue to the bar to finish their drinks and figure out what to do next.

V raised his hand: "First, we should buy a car."

Lear: "No, if you want to buy it, buy V340, otherwise you will definitely feel distressed."

Jack: "Why? This job is so expensive?"

V: "Yes, why, I want to buy a sports car!"

Lear sighed: "This living water is very deep. First of all, who do you think gave Faraday the commission?"

The two looked at each other, and V was the first to say: "The company dog ​​of another company."

Yes, there is progress - Lille applauded gently.

Most mercenaries feel that working for a middleman is different. Anyway, they are not working for a company dog.

But it's not.

But the question was not over yet, Lille asked again:

"Then which company is it? Arasaka, Military Technology, Ye's Group, or the unnamed synthetic food processing company across from the apartment building?"

"How do I know this? I'm not a middleman - if biotechnology is the enemy, Moore Technology? Their business seems to have a lot of overlap."

"I think it's Arasaka."

Jack and V were stunned. They didn't know why Leal said that, and it was also because Arasaka was a real behemoth.

How does Lille explain that? He doesn't need to explain, he just did it anyway.

The customer of Project Nightingale is military technology, so of course the only one who thinks about military technology all day long is Arasaka.

Calculating time, Military Technology has probably reported to the European Space Agency that Arasaka broke the terms of his commercial monopoly and launched something to the moon privately.

The Arasaka Intelligence Department is probably scratching their heads as to where to find Ichijo, and a large number of people from the Counter-Intelligence Department will have to die.

There is also a reason why Arasaka cannot directly investigate biotechnology - there are some security contracts between the two companies. If the investigation of the employer comes out, Arasaka's reputation in the private security field will be greatly damaged.

Faraday might not have even met anyone from Arasaka, so this kind of thing would definitely leave no trace.

Of course, considering Faraday's magical and rare way of commissioning releases, he may have received other orders.

Arasaka has to have a hand in the Nightingale Plan. Coincidentally, Lille also has an entry point, and that is the Red Ocher Tribe who has witnessed it.

But it would certainly be a good thing if the Moore technology that V casually mentioned could draw them into the water.

Lear pinched his eyebrows and said: "We'll start with the Red Ocher tribe. They have cooperation with biotechnology. Let's first figure out the content of their cooperation, and then see if there is any chance to hack in.

We may have to make two trips to the badlands, and our equipment will have to be kept in the car at all times. We will need to buy a car that is durable and durable.

Or just use this Mackinaw. At worst, we add some money to Red Ocher and buy it from them. "

Lille and the others also pawned two V340s from the Red Ocher Tribe and robbed them from the Sixth Street Gang. The worst they could do was to pay more for them.

After hearing this, V was discouraged: "Hey, when can I buy a sports car?"

"Let's finish this job."

"Then let's go to the red ocher side now?"

Lier was about to speak when he suddenly found unread text messages and missed calls on his phone.

In order to talk just now, he muted the communication.

Sender: Hector.

Lear immediately realized something was wrong.

Hector: Lil, how are you doing these days? One of my tribesmen ran away, Cedric Mahler.

Hector: You haven't seen it before. He had been lying in the tent before and felt much better after taking the sustained-release drug. Yesterday he said he couldn't bear it anymore, and today he disappeared.

Hector: Neville said he might have gone to Night City and took a gun when he left.

Hector: He might have gone to Biotech and said he wanted to take revenge on them.

Hector: Could you do me a favor, if you can? Neville has gone after him, but I'm afraid something will happen to them.

Lear: OK, I'll go take a look.

Hector: Thank you. Also, someone in our tribe died. Cedric took the body away. If possible, can you send the person back?

Lille: I'll try my best.

Hector responded quickly to messages, and it was obvious that he was always staring at the communication interface.

But when he saw the name, Lille frowned and thought about it for a while, feeling that it sounded familiar.

So he sent another message.

Lille: What implants does Cedric Mahler have?

Hector: He's a good player.

Hector: Recoil slowing prosthetic system, reinforced prosthetics, reinforced tendons, built-in stimulants, tactical prosthetic eyes, bionic joints.

Lille: What brand?

Hector: The tendons are from Moore Technology, the others are from street vendors, and he modified the tactical prosthetic eyes himself.

Lille: Do you know what version of ICE he uses?

Hector: I don’t know about this, but we can’t afford good things.

Lear: Where are the weapons?

Hector: A killing shotgun with affordable firepower. He has modified the counterweight himself and it is very easy to use.

Lear: Got it, let’s do this for now.

Lear immediately got down from the chair and said to the two of them: "Come on, there is a man named Cedric in Red Ocher, dragging the body and running to find Biotechnology to settle accounts. Neville is chasing him, let's go and see the situation. "

Jack and V both finished the wine on the counter in one gulp.

"Then let's go."

Red ocher Neville drove his tribe's Viper on the traffic roads of Night City.

He was in a hurry——

Cedric was the eldest brother in the tribe. He had installed many prosthetics for himself and usually helped the tribe to modify cars and fight.

Although this eldest brother's words were not pleasant to hear, he really cared about the tribe, as can be seen from the fact that he was the first batch of guinea pigs who volunteered to be biotechnology guinea pigs.

The Wanderer Tribe was like a big family. Maybe it was difficult for you to completely like a person, but when something happened, everyone would help.

Ding Dong——

Caller: Jack.

Jack: "Neville? Are you chasing Cedric? Do you have his location?"

Neville: "Jack! I have, all the cars in the tribe have location, he didn't turn it off, but he drove too fast and I didn't catch up!"

Neville: "I'll send it to you now."

After sending the message, Neville called Cedric again.

Cedric: "Hello? Boy, stop talking nonsense, I know what you want to say, they killed Andre!

There are still many people who haven't recovered! If you come, bring weapons with you to kill those bastards of biotechnology, otherwise don't bother me!"

The phone was hung up, and Neville didn't even have time to speak.

"Don't do anything stupid"

Cedric was driving a Galena Gecko-this is a modified car.

The standard Galena can't last a minute in the desert, but this one is different.

All the glass was replaced with military-tech bulletproof one-way visual armor, the entire front of the car was reinforced, the roof was equipped with a 360-degree high-definition camera, and a small javelin launcher.

Methanol 2 burned desperately, and flames were sprayed out of the exhaust port. The exaggerated speed and noise showed the driver's mania, and other cars on the road avoided it.

Ding dong.

Cedric was calling someone-Brandon Murphy.

Finally, the other party answered.

Cedric: "Bastard, our people are dead, what the hell do you say?"

Brandon Murphy: "According to the agreement, you know the possible risks of the experiment."

Cedric: "But it doesn't include death! Look at Andrei now, and my nerves are hurting now!"

Cedric: "It looks like someone put an oscillator in your brain!"

Brandon Murphy: "I don't care about this, I thought you were sending the body for us to study. If there is a problem, biotechnology is the only way to find a solution."

Research?

Cedric's mouth twitched, but he suddenly calmed down.

Cedric: "Yeah, yeah, yeah - fuck you, study it quickly and give us a solution!"

Brandon Murphy: "Then do as agreed, go to the place I sent you, we will deal with it."

Cedric: "Isn't it the Biotechnology Building?"

Brandon Murphy: "No - it may involve biological contamination, the company needs to confirm the contamination before dealing with it."

Cedric: "Fuck you. Okay, I'm on my way there."

Brandon Murphy: "That's right, the company won't abandon you, we can find another solution."

Solution?

F*ck you,

……()

Cedric’s eyes suddenly flashed a few times in the camera.

That was the shaking of the image information caused by the chaotic data flow.