Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Having delivered the mission objective to the client, Vito and his companion took another terrified girl to Vito's clinic.

On the way back, neither Jack nor Vito spoke. Vito looked at the neon lights flashing past the car window and felt that the night was somewhat 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, I guess we did something good today, right?"

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 minced meat, 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, send her home. Transfer cash to Old Wei; he's struggling financially. 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. Qiwei will need some more time to unpack the materials. I'll take care of that bastard at the club first. You go to the clinic first, I'll be back in an hour."

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

……

Vito altered his facial disguise, donned a nine of bamboo, and arrived at the sex doll club. The receptionist wasn't surprised by his appearance; after all, in Night City, there were more freaks than ghosts.

"Sir, please insert your personal link and we will show you our projects."

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, he's probably not available today."

Vito's nine-bamboo face flickered.

"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.

"He's working in the manager's office, he doesn't have time to see you, so you'd better get lost."

Vito spoke very patiently.

"Take me to see him, right now!"

The underlings were also unsure of Vito's background, so they had to consult Margot, who then instructed them to bring Vito to his office.

"Come with me, leave your weapons here, and don't try anything funny!"

Vito left the weapon in the locker and later met Margot in the office.

This guy lived up to his name, looking like a maggot. He was Japanese, but his skin was very white. His neck and head were perfectly connected like a capsule. His head had lost the ability to turn, and every time Margot turned his head, he had to turn his whole body.

"Why are you being so secretive yet still wanting to see me? What brings you here?"

Seeing that his boss wanted to discuss business, the younger brother was about to leave the office, but Vito stopped him.

"Wait, come here."

The younger brother, not understanding what was going on, walked up to Vito.

"Pointing a gun at me."

"what?"

The younger brother was completely bewildered, and he looked at Margot.

Margot, wanting to see what Vito was up to, nodded.

The younger brother pulled out a Constitution, Military Industry, and Freedom trinkets and pointed them at Vito. Vito asked, "..."

"Do you have bullets?"

"have."

"Alright, put it away."

The younger brother instinctively tried to put his gun away.

Just as the gun was pointing downwards, Vito snatched it away.

boom!

He pointed the pistol at his underling's nose and fired, blowing his cerebellum apart.

Bang bang bang!

Vito turned his gun on Margot and fired four shots, knocking Margot off his chair.

"Ah! Fuck! My hand! Who the hell are you?!"

Vito walked up to Margot.

"I am Arasaka Yorinobu!"

Margot turned the pain regulator to the maximum, preparing for a desperate fight.

Boom!

Vito stomped on Margot's chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Night City is full of all sorts of scoundrels. Tell me, who's your superior?"

"W-what's online?"

Vito added gravity.

"Without anyone protecting you, would you dare sell a Night City citizen like livestock?"

Margot remained defiant.

"Damn it! Kid, I'm protected by the Tiger Claw Gang. Let me go if you don't want to die, or I can pretend nothing happened!"

Bang bang bang!

Vito estimated the location of Margot's pain modulator and fired three shots.

"ah!!!!"

Margot let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Get online and explain yourself quickly. I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you."

Without the pain modulator, Margot twitched on the ground like a maggot.

"I'm one of Jotaro Seiho's men, kid. I advise you to be sensible. This kind of big shot can kill you with a flick of his finger! The NCPD also protects us. You'd better pray you don't survive today!"

"Thank you, but you don't need to trouble yourself with that."

After saying that, Vito fired the remaining four bullets into Margot's eyes.

Vito then sat down and began hacking into Margot's computer.

It's still the same old tactics: invasion, control, and stealing euros. Even with Barthemos, it's still the same three moves.

"Done! That bastard's made quite a bit of money."

After leaving the office and closing the door, Vito spoke to the Tiger Claw gang members who were guarding the premises.

"Hey, you guys, come with me to get Margot's stuff."

After saying that, Vito didn't wait for them and went to the locker to get his gun.

"Take what?"

"EUR."

Bang bang bang!

The four Tiger Claw Gang members who were guarding the area fell to the ground immediately.

"ah!!!"

The receptionist screamed and crouched down. This freak had actually killed members of the Tiger Claw Gang in the sex doll club.

Ignoring the screaming crowd inside, Vito left, found a corner to remove his disguise, and then took a taxi to Old Vito's clinic.

As soon as he got out of the car, Vito saw an NCPD sheriff next to Misty's psychic house.

"Vito? Seeing is believing."

Vito scanned the area with his prosthetic eye and then spoke.

"NCPD and I have no business dealings. What do you want?"

The sheriff smiled and said arrogantly, raising his head.

"I'm Sheriff Stings. Are you Jack Wells' new accomplice?"

Vito gestured for him to go to the alley next door to talk.

"Jack's been a longtime friend of our station, and you, my friend, have you been behaving the way lately?"

When they reached the alley, Vito suddenly grabbed Stins' right hand, bent it backward, and then pulled out a euro and pointed it at the back of Stins' head.

"I'm furious today, I don't have time to listen to your lousy cops. You bunch of pigs, how the hell are we going to manage Night City with you guys around?"

Stings couldn't understand where Vito got such a big temper; he had just exchanged a few words with him and Vito had a gun pointed at his head.

"Damn it! Let me go! I came to find you because of that psychopath killer, fuck!"

Upon hearing the name of the psychopathic killer, Vito thought of the secret room in Yoo Young-chul's house, and so he released Stings.

Stings rubbed his hands and said through gritted teeth.

"Your technique doesn't seem like that of a street urchin."