Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

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"Hello, Qiwei, I'm Vito, and this is Jack."

"Hello."

Qiwei nodded.

Vito handed a cigarette to both Qiwei and Jack, and lit one for himself as well.

“I know you hackers don’t really like meeting in person, but I can’t help it, I need to see the real person to feel at ease.”

Qiwei nodded and placed the cigarette on the table.

“I’ve taken on a job. The hacker is responsible for hacking into security cameras to report locations and locate people. Jack and I are responsible for infiltrating from two directions together. We will install facial camouflage devices, and we need to be quick, ideally completing the operation within four minutes. Does anyone have any objections?”

Chapter 25 Night Visit to the Vampire

The details of this mission were transmitted to Qiwei via video link.

Qiwei didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, her fingers tapping lightly on the outside of her thigh under the table—a habitual gesture of hers as she pondered. Her cybernetically enhanced eyes flashed a faint red light as she connected to the internet.

After reading it, Qiwei spoke.

"No problem, is that all I need to do?"

Vito nodded.

"That's all. I like to break down tasks so that everyone can take responsibility for their own part."

Vito didn't tell Qiwei about the client and the rest of the mission, but Qiwei didn't care, which was exactly in line with Qiwei's belief—never trust anyone.

"OK, let's get to work after we finish eating!"

After finishing his sentence, Vito focused on the ramen in front of him, while Jack chug down his fried dumplings. Qiwei didn't eat any, but instead picked up her cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

After eating, the action team headed to the target location, while the hackers returned to prepare for the intrusion.

The mission is to rescue a poor girl who has been sold by the owner of a sex doll club.

The girl was a sex doll at her club, where she was exploited every day and had to find ways to maintain her prosthetic body.

Recently, a small problem arose. The prosthetic doctor who maintained the girl's prosthetic body suddenly had to close for a few days. Other places couldn't offer such low prices for repairing prosthetic bodies, so the girl had to wait a few days. The scoundrels at the club thought it was difficult to make money off the girl, so they packaged her up and sold her to an underground organization that filmed "Black Dreams".

Fortunately, the girl was usually well-liked, and the other female dolls secretly pooled together some money and went to Vito, hoping he might be able to help.

Vito kept an eye on the people at the club for several days and finally found a Tiger Claw gang stronghold.

"In the car," Jack asked.

"You sent me all the tasks, why didn't you tell that girl?"

Vito is inspecting the weapons.

"For your first job, that's enough. Remember, your side should feint an attack to draw attention, but leave no survivors!"

Jack nodded, and Vito handed Jack a box of shotgun shells.

"Graphite Dragon Breath Bomb, give those Tiger Claw Gang scum a good surprise."

……

Upon arriving at his destination, a fish processing shop in North Oak, Jack pretended to be a grumpy passerby who had gone to the wrong place, attracting attention at the entrance.

"Damn it, I'm not drunk, I'm just here to buy Mewtwo!"

When his attention was drawn in, Vito opened the back door of the shop, went inside, and found a panel to implant a remote control puppet.

"Qiwei, puppet implantation."

Vito called out to Qiwei on the shared channel.

"Confirm network environment, LAN physical isolation, three seconds." Qiwei's voice came through the earpiece. "I've connected to their backup line. The security system is rudimentary, with only two surveillance cameras and an electronic lock. But I've detected three high-performance servers running inside. Four seconds, you can break into the basement."

Vito pulled out a Dallas Polytechnic DS1 pulse submachine gun. This gun was smaller than most of its kind, but its power was astonishing. Dallas's designers were not afraid to be the first to try something new. This gun was like someone had taken apart a standard machine gun and then found a blindfolded kindergarten child to put it back together. The gun was powerful, but it was notoriously difficult to control.

Vito meticulously modified this inexpensive slum gun, making it more powerful, with controllable recoil, complete with all the accessories, and using more powerful rifle cartridges. It is a true miniature machine gun, and Vito named it "Senior," paying homage to the legendary little man.

Vito went down to the basement and found a secluded corner to hide in, where several idle Tiger Claw gang members were gathered together, absorbing the sparkling light.

"Jack, start the fight!"

Jack received the message and immediately drew his gun.

"We've had enough fun, it's time to end this!"

Bang! Bang! Reason fired two buckshots, sending two Tiger Claw Gang members flying.

"The boss said there's a lunatic outside. We need to get out of here quickly, lest we attract the cops!"

"Damn! I just started taking it!"

Seven or eight Tiger Claw Gang members went up the stairs one after another.

"Once the basement is cleared out, you can enter the second floor."

Qiwei immediately reported back.

"Understood!"

Vito heard a voice as soon as he entered the second basement level.

"Please... spare me..."

"Expression! I want a look of despair! You bitch, bark louder!" a furious male voice roared.

"Damn, she's useless! Forget it! Let's move on to the next one. Use this one to film cannibals. How the hell are we supposed to compete with that 'flying moth' with this quality?"

Vito's facial disguise flickered.

"Qiwei, cut the power! Jack, full power!"

A muffled explosion came from upstairs, followed by the crackling sound of an electrical short circuit. The lights in the warehouse went out instantly, leaving only the pale green glow of the emergency lights.

"What happened?! The power went out?"

"Intruder! Quick, grab your guns!"

Vito charged in swiftly, the bullet from the sergeant in his hand piercing precisely through the head of the Tiger Claw gang member.

"Intrusion successful. There are three photographers and one director in the room. My electromagnetic short circuit can control them for seven seconds. Two other people are in a state of prosthetic malfunction."

Vito kicked the door open and his prosthetic eye caught sight of three people crackling with electricity. He quickly knocked them down.

"Who are you?"

The leader of the Tiger Claw gang, a man with thick arms but a thin body, stared wide-eyed and asked.

"Courier, pick up the package."

Vito pointed his gun at him.

"Pick up a package? Pick up what?"

The leader was somewhat confused.

"I forgot, but it doesn't matter. If I wasn't afraid you'd turn on me and kill the hostages, I would have torn you to pieces long ago."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Half a magazine of bullets swept across the leader's face, shattering his entire skull.

With the electromagnetic short circuit ending and the host dying, the leader's gorilla arm malfunctioned and sprang out. Vito sneered when he saw this.

"The person is small, but the things they carry are quite large."

Vito looked around. It was a filthy, smelly room of about 30 square meters. The blood on the walls had turned moldy and black. In the middle was a bed piled with pieces of flesh. A girl sat in the flesh, looking bewildered, while another slumped in the corner, her eyes glazed with fear.

"Vito, it's done. Leave no one alive. I'm coming down now."

Vito clenched his fists.

"Ah."

Jack was stunned when he got down to the second basement level, and then he started cursing.

"Damn it, these perverts are even more disgusting than stomach cleaners! Shooting them all to death is too lenient!"

"Jack, take these two girls up first."

Vito found the main computer, but instead of digging for euros in the accounts as before, he hacked into their main network and collected all the emails and lists.

"Qiwei, I'll calculate this order separately. Help me organize these data and lock the location. I want to add a new business to the medical dispute mediation group."

Qi Wei's voice remained indifferent.

"Tonight will be fine. I wish you success in your business."

Chapter 26 Human

Having delivered the mission objective to the client, Vito and his companion, along with another terrified girl, headed towards old Vito's camp.

On the way back, Jack and Vito didn't say a word. Vito looked at the neon lights flashing past the car window and felt that the night was a bit dirty.

"Hey, Vito, say something, I'm not feeling well."

Vito shrugged.

"I don't know what to say."

Jack sighed.

"In this damn world, we did something good today, didn't we?"

Vito handed Jack a cigarette, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag.

When Jack lifted the still-trembling girl from the pile of flesh, his movements were as gentle as if he were defusing a bomb. The girl's cheap synthetic leather prosthetics had several tears, exposing the servo motors inside, but she seemed to feel no pain. She just clung tightly to Jack's clothes, her nails almost digging into the synthetic leather. Jack thought he would go crazy if he were treated like that.

"Take her to Old Wei's for treatment. Once she's feeling better, take her home and give Old Wei the cash; he's struggling financially too. Old De, pull over!"

"Vito, where are you going?"

"Today is not a good day to make money, but it's a good day to kill people. Qiwei will need some more time to unpack the materials. I'll take care of those bastards at that club first. You go and transport the materials, and be back in 10 hours."

"Uh, okay, be careful, even a graze hurts!"

……

Vito changed his facial disguise and wore a nine of bamboo when he arrived at the sex doll club. The receptionist was not surprised to see him like this, after all, in Night City, there are more freaks than ghosts.

"Sir, please connect personally and we will show you our project."

Vito said in a muffled voice.

"No need, I'll find the person in charge here."

The receptionist was taken aback, but still maintained her smile and said.

"You're looking for Mr. Margot? I'm sorry, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to see anyone today."

Vito's nine-bamboo face flashed.

"If he doesn't have time today, he won't have time in the future."

The receptionist, still smiling, called over Margot's underling.

"Looking for trouble? You freak! Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Vito asked."

Is Margot here?

The younger brother said, head held high.