Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Vito wants to find the old captain to act as an intermediary to contact the homeless family and help them find a shipment of goods, which is intended for the prosthetic clinic that Vito wants to open.

Vito plans to open an underground clinic in Heywood, which will provide basic prosthetic repair services as well as weapon modification and repair.

In this way, he and Jack could pick out bigger orders and wouldn't have to work themselves to the bone for a few thousand dollars every day.

"I need the people in Badlands to help me find some goods, some of which are only available through the company. Could you ask around for me? The price is negotiable."

The old captain knew that Vito's cargo was definitely not simple, but he still agreed to it without hesitation.

"Okay, send me the form."

After looking at the list, the old captain raised an eyebrow.

"Oh my, are you planning something big? What, you don't want to be a mercenary anymore and want to open a gun shop? And some of these things I've never even heard of. You're not hoarding some kind of mysterious bomb to blow up Abandoned Tower, are you?"

Vito smiled.

"Destroying the barren hill is too retro. I want to open a clinic and sell modified guns on the side."

The old captain was somewhat surprised.

"A clinic? I can believe you're modifying guns, but opening a clinic? What kind of new hobby is that?"

Vito explained.

"Besides fighting and killing, I also need to find some new hobbies. Someone once said that people always need something to keep them alive."

The old captain neither confirmed nor denied it.

"Saving people while selling weapons to kill? That's really something."

Jack spun around again, then braked sharply to a stop.

"What are you talking about?"

Vito answered casually when he saw Jack return.

"As for opening the shop, let's go. We need to go back to Old Wei's place. I have a few prosthetic bodies to be implanted today. Goodbye, old captain."

After saying that, Vito went up to his magician.

In Old Vito’s shop, Old Vito frowned as he listened to Vito’s request.

"Subcutaneous armor, circulatory system, leg reinforcement, Vito, don't you know that implanting prosthetics has side effects? Implanting so many at once will cause serious nerve problems!"

Vito insisted.

"Don't worry, Lao Wei. I know my limits. I'm opening a shop soon, but I'm short of money. I need to take on some dangerous jobs to save up some capital. I can't do without some kind of prosthetic body."

Old Wei continued to persuade him.

"Then you can take your time. I can lend you some money, but don't risk your life!"

This was the first time Vito had seen old Vito so serious. He thought for a moment and then said...

"Okay, I'll install some subcutaneous armor first, and I'll install the rest in a few days."

After the surgery, Old Vi gave Vito a can of nerve-stimulating aerosol.

"Don't take this lightly. I've seen too many people pile on all sorts of stuff and end up turning themselves into cyber lunatics. There's only one Adam Hammer in the world. Don't become a slave to these machines."

Vito nodded.

"Okay, Lao Wei, I know what I'm doing, don't worry."

Jack watched Vito from the side, feeling uneasy. Jack was the kind of person who was rather opposed to implants, but seeing his good partner desperately piling things onto himself in order to get some big jobs, Jack also felt a little sad.

After leaving Vito's clinic, Vito and Jack said goodbye.

"I'll go back and get ready. Let's take a break today. You can invite Misty to see a movie or go experience your new car again."

After parting ways, Jack glanced at CT-X, then turned and went back to Old Vieux's clinic.

"Old Wei, help me implant a set of subcutaneous armor."

Old Wei found it a bit strange.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Jack lay down in the chair.

"Vito needs help, and even if I can't be of any help, I can't hold him back, can I?"

Old Vie gave Jack an anesthetic injection.

"Relax, Jack, don't be so tense." Old Vie's voice came from above, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "You two are really something, each more stubborn than the other."

The surgery was faster than Jack had imagined, but also more… invasive. He could feel the tiny incisions piercing his skin and connecting to nerves; a cold, foreign sensation quickly spread from his arm to his shoulder and then to his entire chest.

"Okay, the initial rejection reaction might be quite strong, so bear with it."

Old Wei handed him an inhibitor.

"It's powerful, but don't rely on it."

Jack nodded and took the inhibitor, injecting it into his neck. At first, he felt only numbness, but soon a burning sensation spread from the implantation area, as if countless red-hot needles were pricking under his skin. He gritted his teeth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"How are you feeling?" Old Wei observed his reaction.

"Like...like ants crawling inside my bones," Jack squeezed out through clenched teeth, his voice trembling slightly. He tried to move his arm, feeling an uncoordinated stiffness in his muscles, as if it no longer belonged to him.

"This is normal; your nervous system is adapting to the new 'parts'."

Old Wei sighed.

"Go back and rest well, and don't do any strenuous exercise. If you experience hallucinations, emotional distress, or more severe pain, come back to me immediately. Remember, Jack, your prosthetic body is a tool, not your everything."

……

Meanwhile, Vito returned to his small apartment, which was filled with all sorts of tools and parts.

Instead of taking a break as usual, he went straight to his worktable.

Old Vieira's warning was still ringing in his ears, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.

He needed something, something that could completely conceal his identity. Not just a simple disguise, but something that could completely erase Vito's face from an optical level, from the level of scanning with his prosthetic eye.

By improving his facial disguise, he eventually obtained a prosthetic eye and a new device that could not be detected by cameras.

Once the device is activated, a square mask appears on your face, just the right size to cover your entire face. The front of the mask doesn't display any expression, but rather a miniature, dynamic panoramic view of Night City—towering skyscrapers, flying cars weaving through them, and neon lights that never go out, all slowly swirling across the mask, as if condensing the entirety of Night City's glamour and sin into this tiny space.

He walked to the mirror, but the person in it was no longer Vito. The camera couldn't capture his face, and the scanning function of his prosthetic eye could only capture a chaotic stream of data, or simply display "no target." Any device attempting to track him through facial recognition would be helpless against this cube-shaped mask that flashed with the Night City cityscape.

Vito was satisfied and opened the files that Qiwei had unpacked for him.

"Where shall we begin? Whoever the little rooster points to, that's who I'll go find—you!"

Vito randomly pointed to a spot, then walked out of the room with his gear. He didn't bring his usual weapons, but instead took a Malorian Overture revolver and a Nine-Tailed Kinetic Assault Rifle.

"I hope you have the euros I need here to help open my Gunfire Children's Clinic."

Tonight is the debut night of the Block People of Night City.