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

Second, contact Mrs. Wells and see if any of your family members or acquaintances are willing to try their luck in the new gang. Our gang can't be dominated by a vagrant; we need a few Haywood men too.

Jack stood up and patted his chest twice: "No problem. Our family has some prestige in Haywood. Finding a few dozen people will be a piece of cake. I'll go talk to Claire first. She's well-informed and might know someone suitable."

After he left, Leo looked at Vera: "Vera, you also come from a wandering background, so dealing with them will mainly depend on you."

“Leave it to me.” Vera nodded gently, her blonde hair shimmering with a captivating glow under the lights.

"Sasha, you work with Pure White to select the various equipment needed for the operation from the online black market."

"Understood!" Sasha nodded quickly.

Finally, he looked at the battle-ready V:

"You're our vanguard; your job is to fight and kill..."

V's eyes lit up: "I love this job! Just tell me who the enemy is and where they are, and I'll take care of the rest!"

Leo nodded silently: This is the correct way to use the Living Yama – just use your hands, not your brain!

That's good. Everyone understands their responsibilities. The next step is to find some outside help.

To subdue a wandering family, one must treat them with sincerity and demonstrate authority. The latter can be achieved through his vast wealth and the influence of Kangtao, but the former requires more careful planning…

Rising to Fame: Chapter 258 The Old Captain: "Oh no, L really can read minds..."

A family of homeless people who migrate like migratory birds every year must be very poor.

They have no fixed home or job, and all their belongings are crammed into one or two cars, which they use to travel around. In this respect, vehicles are undoubtedly a necessity for them.

Fortunately, Leo knew a reliable used car dealer who could provide relatively inexpensive modified cars to meet the needs of the homeless.

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

The phone was answered quickly after only two rings.

"Good morning, renowned L!" Muammar Reyes, cigarette in hand, leaned against a fence and waved enthusiastically. "It's only been a little over a week, and I'm certain the car I sold you has absolutely no quality issues. So... another good thing coming my way?"

"You guessed right, I need to buy another batch of cars."

Leo nodded his chin at him as a greeting.

With a major investor coming to his door, how could the old captain refuse such a good deal? He immediately agreed, saying, "No problem, leave it to me. What are your specific requirements?"

Leo, not wanting to beat around the bush, went straight to the point: "Your garage is on the edge of the Santo Domingo area, right next to the Badlands of the eastern suburbs. I bet you've had a lot of dealings with homeless people."

"uh-huh."

The old captain nodded, his mind racing as he began to guess his purpose.

Does this batch of cars seem to be related to homeless people?

“Since you understand them, I won’t waste any more words. Give me a batch of off-road vehicles suitable for driving on bad soil, modify them, and use the style that wanderers like.”

"The 'Wanderer style'..." The old captain was very familiar with it. "The Colby and Mackinac produced by Thunderway should be fitted with a large-capacity truck bed, and the suspension and engine should be modified. Put on puncture-proof tires and light armor, and they'll be drooling over them."

"That sounds good. Both of these models are fine. In addition, I also need a large truck that can be used for hauling goods and as a campervan. Remember to make sure the chassis is sturdy."

"Absolutely, that's what I do!" The old captain smiled confidently. "How many do you need this time? You're not going to ask for 20 like last time, are you?"

"of course not."

Hearing this, the old captain breathed a sigh of relief; he had been incredibly busy last time.

Although I did earn a large sum for retirement~

"Large trucks are more expensive, so you should prepare 20 million worth of goods."

"Okay...wait, how much!?"

The old captain instinctively thought he had misheard, mistaking two million for twenty million.

"Twenty million, you heard me right. This is a long-term deal, not a rush. You just need to modify the vehicles that meet the requirements and keep sending them to Stone Ridge Mountain on the eastern outskirts of Night City."

“Stone Ridge Mountain…that abandoned ghost town? I remember there’s no one there anymore…”

“That’s right, I plan to go there and take it over. I’ll renovate it and turn it into a rest stop for traveling wanderers and caravans.”

"What the hell... what are you trying to achieve?"

The old captain couldn't quite grasp his thinking. Buying the car alone would cost twenty million, and the other supporting facilities would only add more. In other words… L might have to spend tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, to rebuild an entire town…

Is there any point in doing this?

There are absolutely no amenities in the eastern suburbs, what's the point of having that godforsaken place...?

“L, are you sure? As far as I know, there are quite a few members of the Chaotic Blade Society and Night Wanderers in the eastern suburbs. They are lawless, cold-blooded and ruthless guys. If you want to renovate the town there, they will come and cause trouble every few days.”

“I know, so I plan to first team up with the homeless to get rid of those stinking rats.”

"Uh... I have to warn you, the stinky rats you're talking about are everywhere in this filthy land, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, and they're incredibly fast. Even if you manage to eliminate them temporarily, they'll just migrate from other places; you can't really get rid of them all."

"Simple. I'll issue a 'purge order,' 5,000 for each ordinary gang member and 10,000 for each veteran gang member with a combat prosthetic. Do you think that'll work?"

"..."

The old captain took a deep drag of his cigarette to calm himself, then licked his suddenly dry lips.

"Did they... offend you?"

"Pretty much. I don't like lawbreakers causing trouble on my turf."

The old captain remained outwardly calm, but a thought stirred within him: calling the bad lands of the eastern suburbs "my territory"?

If I remember correctly, the middleman in charge of that area was Dakota Smith.

However, comparing the financial resources and power of the two middlemen, he felt that his colleague would either submit or leave, as he was no match for L.

After giving the old captain some time to think, Leo urged, "Anyway, I have my own plans for the Badlands. You just need to provide me with vehicles. Here's a 50% deposit. Remember to check them carefully for me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already started transferring the money.

[You are transferring money to the middleman 'Old Captain' on Haoche. Please confirm that this is your transaction.]

【confirm. 】

[Awaiting confirmation from the other party...]

After hesitating for a while, the old captain chose to accept.

When the ten million yuan arrived, he even had the absurd idea of ​​simply absconding with the money and living the life of a wealthy man in another place.

Leo knew it was best not to test human nature, so he used his ultimate weapon against the old captain: "Old captain, I know you have ulterior motives for acting as the middleman—to solve the water pollution problem in the Santo Domingo region, right?"

"...How did you know?!" The old captain was astonished. "I didn't tell anyone that..."

"I can read minds."

"I think so too, otherwise it wouldn't make sense... Sigh, never mind, what do you mean by bringing this up?"

"It's very simple, I can solve your little problem."

"What are you going to do!?"

I'll tell you in two weeks. Take care of my business first.

After saying that, Leo hung up the phone immediately.

With money and dreams as carrots dangling in the air, there's no fear that the old captain won't take the bait.

Moreover, he's a decent person; next time, we can demote him a little and make him our subordinate.

The ladies in the conference room all heard his undisguised conversation and were impressed by his wealth and ambition.

V looked at him curiously: "Why do I feel like you have something on your mind about this old captain? Do you want to recruit him into your team?"

Leo shook his head: "This person has good character. I want to bring him into the company and appoint him as the head of the car production department. He will be responsible for the production and modification of our own brand vehicles."

"Your environmental company is also producing cars?" Vera asked, intrigued.

"To be precise, what I want to build is a super-enterprise that is involved in various fields. Environmental protection is just the initial stage to build reputation. Naturally, other departments will be needed later to be responsible for making profits."

"Oh, I see... Then I can go to the R&D department too!"

"That's a bit of an overkill, but I did manage to find a prototype car and a prototype aircraft, along with the corresponding production blueprints. I'll show them to you when I have time."

"Yeah!"

Vera's smile was as bright as sunshine, which made Leo smile too.

But soon, a sharp blow to his side shattered his smile.

Rising to Fame: Chapter 259 Parnan Palmer

"V...Stop fooling around, we're talking serious stuff..."

Leo rubbed his lower back, expressing his dissatisfaction with V.

But instead of repenting, she gave him a provocative look that said, "You'll see tonight."

Leo, not holding a grudge, quickly changed the subject, "Well... there's no need to go through border security checks to enter Night City from the eastern suburbs, so the homeless shouldn't lack basic supplies and medical equipment, but they definitely need prosthetic doctors."

As he spoke, he looked at Vera and asked the former homeless woman for help.

Vera nodded: "Your judgment is correct. The homeless are desperately short of doctors. Often, small families band together to form tribes to share medical care and education. Even so, the only one or two doctors they have are unlicensed and cannot perform major surgeries."

This is actually good news for Leo.

【Pure White, I remember you taught yourself basic medical skills and could handle minor surgeries?】

[Yes, if I open a small clinic on Stone Ridge Mountain, or place a remotely controllable, robotic surgical chair in a homeless camp, I can impersonate a cyborg doctor and provide telemedicine to patients.]

"Alright then, I'll call Old Wei over first and have him install the implants on the willing homeless people. You split up a few threads, pretending to be medical students still interning at the hospital, and learn the techniques from him. Once you've mastered it, you can split up more threads and migrate with the homeless families to various parts of the United States."

[Got it, so he's a cyborg doctor but a spy, right? I think this is a good idea. Not only can I practice on their bodies for free, but I can also earn some pocket money. I'm willing to do this!]

[Excellent! Quickly go to the Dogtown black market and buy a few surgical chairs. The company can then offer telemedicine services. As long as it's cost-effective and safe enough, unmanned clinics can soon be found all over Night City, and even other cities.]

After discussing it with Chunbai, Leo quickly dialed Lao Wei's number and extended a job offer.

In the video, Lao Wei has just finished a small job and is disinfecting the operating table.

Upon hearing Leo's invitation, a troubled look appeared on his face: "As a doctor, I am very willing to provide services to patients. The problem is... a thousand surgeries in half a month, averaging more than sixty per day, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion in the operating room."

“We can provide a few medical students to be your remote assistants. You can teach them a few times and then have them come over. You just need to be their mentor and correct their mistakes.”

Oh, by the way, in addition to the regular surgery fees, there are also consultation fees and teaching fees, 50,000 euros per day. Not a bad job, right?

"Heh, not bad. After finishing this job, my pension will be enough."

Old Wei thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Alright, but you have to provide the consultation room and medical equipment, and those students must listen to me. I don't want to take lives lightly."

"No problem! A private car will be provided to pick you up and drop you off, ensuring your safety!"

After talking with Old Vie, Leo felt that the preparations were almost complete. All they had to do was find a guide so they could try to make contact with the homeless family.

This opportunity came even faster than I imagined—

Just as they were discussing what to have for lunch, Jack walked into the private room with good news:

"Brother, we're really lucky. Claire knows a suitable candidate. I'll send you the information right away."

Jack lowered his head slightly, and his prosthetic eye glowed orange.

The next second, Leo received the information—a half-body photo of a woman and a brief text description.

[Name: Parnan Palmer]

[A woman, a wanderer from the Adcado family, currently looking for work in Night City, skilled in smuggling and transporting goods...]

Isn't this a coincidence?

There's no need for screening; the first person he finds is his ideal partner.

He suspected that Jack probably had some hidden attribute of great luck, as he found very suitable candidates for both missions.

Leo pretended to look down and drink water, preventing the incredibly intuitive V from "interpreting" his gaze.

He pretended not to know Panan and pondered for a few seconds: "Judging from the information, she seems alright. Let me check her information before deciding whether to contact her."

“Her?” V’s intuition always works in the strangest of places. “Jack, send the information to the team channel so we can see it too.”

The female tyrant... ah, no, the mistress has spoken, so Jack naturally chooses to obey her.

As a result, the three ladies also saw Panan's photos and information.