From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Looks like we really did exploit a bug last time...

Ignoring Pure White's ramblings, Leo quickly left the space, called V, and arranged to meet at the "return point" at eight o'clock the next morning.

What followed was just a boring wait.

To get through this period quickly, Leo decided to take a nap and replenish his energy.

*

At 1:30 a.m., Leo returned to the small isolation room on the 44th floor.

Bruce once again transformed into Batman, wearing that jet-black suit to see him off.

Leo glanced at him sideways, his dissatisfaction written all over his face.

Batman pretended not to see it and skillfully operated the various detection instruments.

At exactly 2 a.m., Leo's figure vanished instantly.

Once again, the instrument failed to detect any valid data.

Batman fell into deep thought...

*

In the singularity space, as soon as Leo returned, he saw Pure White hopping and skipping over.

He quickly held out a hand, gesturing for her to keep her distance: "Don't do anything rash this time. I'm meeting V in six hours. It won't be easy to explain if she notices something's wrong with me..."

Pure White nodded obediently: "Mmm~ I'm also waiting to see how V will exploit you tonight. Let's compare and see who's better!"

Leo was speechless and decided to ignore her, instead going to study the Batmobile and Batwings.

These two vehicles have such distinctive designs that they wouldn't dare to be used casually in the DC universe.

Back in Night City, he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. He could have Pure White fix the technical backdoors, and then have Vera check them again, and then he could openly drive the Batmobile around.

Sitting inside the brand-new Batmobile, following the instructions left by Batman to familiarize himself with the vehicle's various functions, he quickly experienced the same fervor Jack felt when faced with a nice car, immersing himself in exploring the Batmobile.

Time passed quietly.

He slept for another three hours to recharge and finally made it to 8 a.m. in the real world.

"ready to go!"

With a somersault, Leo sprang up from the massage bed, patted the pure white little head in the void, and voluntarily left the singularity space.

A flower in front of you.

The charming catgirl in her classic maid dress has disappeared, replaced by residents of Watson District dressed in exaggerated and bizarre attire.

It was still early, and there were only a few scattered passersby in the alley, making it look exceptionally deserted.

After quickly completing his reconnaissance, Leo turned his gaze to Misty's small shop.

Misty, dressed in a new outfit, stood sleepily behind the counter, chatting with early morning customers.

This pretty girl with the half-shaved hairstyle is naturally V, who arrived early.

From the moment Leo appeared, her gaze kept sweeping in his direction, completely ignoring the effects of the cognitive distortion protection.

Leo waved to her, feeling fortunate: thankfully, this invincible intuition is an extremely rare talent skill, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

He took two steps back and hid in a secluded corner between the buildings, disabling his cognitive distortion protection.

Then, he rushed into Misty's psychic house in two quick steps.

"Hi, Misty, and V, oh right, and Night City, good morning!"

Rising to Fame: Chapter 246 (V): "Elbow, come home with me!"

"Hi, Li—"

Misty had only finished her greeting when she saw V flash in front of Leo, and then the two of them started kissing and cuddling.

They were inseparable, their love as sweet as honey, but it wasn't very friendly to unsuspecting bystanders.

First thing in the morning, before her morning grumpiness had even dissipated, Misty was forced to swallow a huge mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), almost shattering her saintly state of mind.

Fortunately, she remembered something in time, looked down at her new clothes, and quickly regained her composure.

After being affectionate with V for a while, Leo realized that the occasion was inappropriate and quickly pinched her waist.

V snorted and reverted to his cool demeanor.

Leo then had a chance to speak again: "Misty, long time no see. I just got back from China. Is Old Wei awake now? I want to get the things I ordered from him."

Misty smiled and bent down to take a silver briefcase from under the counter: "V called yesterday to make an appointment. Old V was worried he wouldn't be able to get up, so he left his things with me first."

Leo opened the box and saw a handwritten note and a separate chip on top, quickly guessing that it was the user manual.

Upon checking the personal port, it was indeed the case.

This type of skin replacement prosthetic, made from a real face model, is very simple to use and can basically be considered a more advanced mask.

Once you've put it on, press the start button to automatically adjust the tightness; the same applies when you take it off.

It's incredibly easy to use, perfectly meeting his needs.

"Yes, this is it. Please give my regards to Old Wei. I'll come to see him again in a while."

After politely saying goodbye to Misty, Leo led V out of the psychic house.

He turned right after leaving the house, took two steps and then stopped, looking at “Prophet” Gary who was having breakfast nearby.

Perhaps because he had eaten well for several days, his complexion was much better than the last time I saw him.

Thinking about his unique mission line and the clues hidden within it, Leo had an idea.

He first handed the briefcase to V, then took out a 1000 euro money chip and handed it to Gary: "We meet again, Prophet."

Gary was already used to the teasing from passersby. He calmly swallowed the concoction and looked up.

Leo's distinctive Eastern face and the chip in his hand quickly awakened his memories.

"Oh...it's you! Disciple of the truth! You've come again, I knew you'd return!"

Leo nodded slightly, his smile carrying a deeper meaning: "Go and get something good to eat. Saving the world can't be done by preaching alone; we need to take real action."

Gary didn't understand what he meant, but he recognized the money chip and happily reached out to take it.

Leo didn't linger and continued forward with V.

This time, they didn't stop along the way and went straight back to the car.

pat.

As soon as the car door closed, V pounced on Leo like a tiger descending from the mountain, showering him with kisses like arrows.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

"Stop...stop." Leo gently pushed her face away. "It's early in the morning, and we're outside. Be a little more reserved."

V scoffed dismissively: "Hmph, you left me hanging and then ran away, and now you're blaming me! Elbow, come home with me!"

Leon could foresee a bloodbath when he returned, and swallowed hard: "Wait a minute, let's finish the important business first. Our operating funds are still piled up in my warehouse, waiting to be converted into cash."

V took a deep breath and reluctantly retreated.

"Okay, then you buy the plane tickets, and I'll go with you."

Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Leo urged Chunbai to get to work.

Now it was Chunbai's turn to hum, but after she finished, she still sent over the flight information.

[The tickets were booked in advance; the itinerary was Night City - San Francisco - Sacramento - Las Vegas - Los Angeles - Night City. Five fake identities were used, and a taxi for airport pickup was also booked. The entire trip took 7 hours, arriving back in Night City at 3:30 PM.]

Leo relayed the news to V, urging her to set off quickly.

On the way, he opened his briefcase and found that there were not five sets of prosthetic bodies, but ten sets.

“I also bought five sets, so I’d better be careful when I go out,” V said proudly, taking credit for his purchase.

Leo expressed his appreciation for her awareness.

But this praise only lasts until the next red light comes on.

"No... In broad daylight, under the clear sky, is it appropriate for you to touch me like that? Your hands should be on the steering wheel, not around my neck!"

Leo felt that V had become a different person after not seeing him for a few days, filled with a restless excitement as if "spring had arrived."

If the traffic light hadn't been so short, he felt V could have squeezed into the passenger seat and harassed him.

To soften her aggression, Leo initiated conversations about interesting things in Gotham.

Batman, the Joker, Poison Ivy, and the "talents" of Arkham Asylum are all distinct characters. Their legendary stories are very much to V's liking.

This move successfully distracted V, allowing her to return to normal.

As they approached the airport, V suddenly remembered what had just happened and asked curiously, "Why did you give that homeless man money again? And he said some strange things. You didn't actually believe his nonsense, did you?"

Leo rested his right elbow on the car door, his hand supporting his cheek:

"Of course I don't believe it. The 'alien signal' he received was actually encrypted communication involving a secret. Tomorrow or the day after, find a time when there are fewer people, tie him up, and send him to Old Wei's place nearby. Remove the prosthetic body that received the signal and replace it with a new one."

Then I'll give him some money and buy him a plane ticket so he can leave Night City.

V glanced at him sideways: "Oh, you're a really nice guy. You helped him resolve the hidden dangers and even gave him funds so he could start a new life."

“That’s right.” Leo’s lips curled up. “Not to brag, but I’ve always considered myself a good person. As long as you don’t get in my way or go against me, I can be friendly to everyone.”

Take that 'prophet' from earlier, for example. He was just an unlucky guy who got a faulty, secondhand prosthetic body installed by an unreliable cyborg doctor. If I hadn't intervened, he'd be dead meat once the big corporations discovered his existence.

V nodded in agreement—in Night City, nobody cares whether a homeless person lives or dies on the streets. Even if he's innocent, let alone guilty, no one will help him if a big company comes to arrest him, and nobody will even call the police.

As we talked, the international airport of Night City came into view.

It was a bustling and magnificent modern airport, its huge glass curtain wall shimmering with a mesmerizing light in the morning sun, like a dazzling pearl inlaid on the edge of the city.

People come and go in front of the terminal, busy yet orderly, with all kinds of aircraft parked on the tarmac, ready to welcome or bid farewell to passengers from all over the world.

Leo and V replaced their prosthetic bodies with simple skins, turning them into two little silver men.

“You look like a hotel receptionist!” V launched the first attack.

“You don’t look like a receptionist at all, you look like a bank robber!” Leo retorted defiantly.

They exchanged a glance and both chuckled, taking a while to compose themselves.

The subsequent security check and boarding went smoothly, with Leo's spatial abilities combined with Pure White's super hacking skills making the airport security check seem like nothing.

The two men brazenly boarded economy class using false identities and openly engaged in "smuggling" activities!

Rising to Fame: Chapter 247 Leo: "A deal worth hundreds of millions, easily handled!"

Dear passengers, thank you for flying with us. The aircraft has begun its descent, and our flight crew will conduct pre-landing security checks. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts…

The plane landed smoothly at San Francisco International Airport. Leo and V only glanced at the "ruin city" that had been ravaged by the Fourth Corporate War before rushing to catch a taxi.

On their way to the temporary warehouse, they saw more details of the city—after more than fifty years of reconstruction, it had become a strategic location for military technology, with a rugged style of steel and concrete everywhere.

If another war breaks out between Arasaka and military technology, this city will undoubtedly be a bridgehead on the west coast.

Military technology can be deployed from here, using both land and sea routes, to attack Night City in the southeast.

At the same time, San Francisco's advantageous geographical location, with its many satellite cities, makes it easy to deliver wine to other cities on the West Coast.

'The priest chose a good location.'

Leo silently evaluated the situation in his mind.

After getting out of the car, the two quickly found the temporary warehouse using the pure white navigation system.

This is a standard medium-sized warehouse, located on the edge of a large logistics center. Apart from its number, it is no different from the surrounding warehouses.

Leo used forged chip information to pass verification and open the sealed warehouse door.

Compared to the previous waste disposal plant, the environment here is undoubtedly much better. The interior space is about 200 square meters and is fairly tidy.

There was a faint smell of alcohol-2 in the air, indicating that vehicles frequently come and go.

After closing the door and glancing at the packing list, Leo neatly arranged the liquor in the unloading area.

"2000 cases of mid-range wine, 1000 cases of high-end wine, and 400 cases of premium communion wine. Let's round it up for easier counting. V, please help me count the quantities."