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

"My first suspect is Arakawa! My second suspect is Arakawa! My third suspect is still Arakawa!!"

Sasha playfully raised both hands, placing Arasaka on the altar.

Leo smiled with satisfaction: "That's right. In Night City, the only major company with the stance and capability to do this is Arasaka! Let them take the blame for our actions!"

"As for the loss of the satellite power station, I estimate that Kangtao, knowing in advance that we were going to attack the convoy, could guess that it was our doing. But they're definitely pretending not to know, and pinning the blame on Araban. I know those villagers' tricks all too well!"

Of course, even so, he really needs to be careful. In the game, Panan and V's brutal plan caused Kangtao a loss of 1.5 million, and even if there is a possibility of taking the opportunity to balance the books, the real loss will not be small.

They have plenty of time and funds to prepare. This time, they should exercise a little more restraint and minimize their losses. They shouldn't accidentally ruin Mr. Li, with whom they have just established trust...

Once he had a clear idea, he explained his thoughts to everyone and handed the task over to Vera and Sasha.

"You two are both tech-savvy, so hurry up and come up with a new plan. Buy more high-tech equipment from the black market. Funds are plentiful, and you don't need to worry about transporting the equipment. My only requirement is that while strengthening the EMP attack, you should minimize the damage to the power plant."

If Kang Tao asks about this later, I plan to admit it directly. The point is to let them guess the beginning but not the end; that way, they'll be even more confused!

He had already thought it through. At worst, he would verbally promise to compensate for the losses, and once the ethanol-2 crop was available, he would see who would dare to bother him with such a "trivial" matter.

Vera and Sasha obediently agreed and huddled together in front of the computer to discuss it.

Seeing that there was nothing more for him to do here, Leo pulled V out of the garage and commandeered a Thrace 388.

"Come on, come with me to Old Wei's clinic. I want to get a checkup and order some prosthetics to upgrade my old ones!"

“A ‘used prosthetic body’ that’s only been unpacked for a month…” V expressed his disgust at his extravagant lifestyle. “What a waste. This is a genuine 99% new used prosthetic body.”

After joking around the whole way, the two arrived at Chinatown in Watson District.

Before entering Misty's psychic room, Leo quietly squeezed V's hand and sent her a text message.

Leo: Tonight, let's tie Gary up after it gets completely dark, remove the faulty signal receiver, and then send him away.

V: No problem. Actually, even if we take action now, no one will care. In Watson District, nobody cares about the life or death of homeless people.

Leo: No way, we're the famous Immortal Squad, we can't afford to lose face like that.

V: That's true~

The two went into the store, chatted with Misty for a few words, and then met Old Vie.

After exchanging pleasantries, Leo underwent a routine physical examination and obtained new physical data—physical potential 13, reaction potential 14, and intellectual potential 17.

All attributes +1 again.

Old Wei clicked his tongue in amazement: "Your situation is quite rare. Generally speaking, normal people's potential only grows rapidly with training and development during their adolescence. You're already eighteen years old, and your physical potential can still grow naturally at this rate, which is very rare."

Leo glanced smugly at V, feeling that his time to turn the tables was not far off.

V squinted disdainfully: "I feel my potential is also growing rapidly, it's just that the testing equipment can't detect it!"

Old Wei recalled how lively and energetic she was after the implant replacement, and he was still a little unsure.

Rising to Fame: Chapter 265 Big Body, Weak Door; Furry Body, Weak Fire; Vivian, Weak Cat?

After admiring his new stats for a while, Leo made a request—he wanted to upgrade all the old prosthetic bodies to type 5.

Old Wei opened his personal file and reviewed it item by item:

"Hmm... The network access module and the hacker implant are newly installed, so it's best not to touch them for now. Other implants can be upgraded appropriately; with your current physical condition, it should be fine."

After a few taps on the touchscreen, Lao Wei gestured for himself to look at the computer screen.

[The Crossroads Prosthetic Eye, Biomonitoring, Subcutaneous Armor, and Blood Pump have been upgraded to Type 5. The Titanium Skeleton and Krenzikov have been upgraded to Type 4.]

"Can't the last two be upgraded to Type 5 in one go?" Leo was unwilling to give up.

Old Wei shook his head: "Let's talk about it when your physical potential reaches 15, otherwise the burden on your body will be too great, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

“Okay…we should listen to the doctor.” Leo agreed. “Order the same products from the same company for me, and they’ll come to install them tomorrow morning.”

"no problem."

Old Wei quickly placed an order and scheduled a surgery time with him.

Leo paid off the cost of the prosthetic body and surgery in one lump sum, totaling 17.5 euros.

The price was higher than expected because he opted out of the trade-in program.

After all, it was an implant he had used, and it felt strange to give it to someone else. The removed items were placed in the Singularity Space, to be used by clones in the future, or simply as a collection.

After finalizing the prosthetic body upgrade plan, Leo brought up "Prophet" Gary, who lived next to Misty's shop.

Old Wei's clinic was right behind Misty's shop, separated from Gary's by only a wall. He heard that "madman" giving loud speeches every day, and his ears were practically calloused from it.

"So he wasn't crazy after all, but rather he had a brain implant with data that hadn't been properly cleaned up..." Old Wei suddenly realized. "Judging from his symptoms, it's probably a network access module or a biosignal repeater that has been modified by the company."

Leo's eyes flickered: "It doesn't matter what it is. We'll kidnap him tonight, and you can give him a brand new implant. I'll cover the cost. Then I'll give him some money and buy him a plane ticket so he can leave Night City."

Upon hearing this arrangement, the well-informed Old Wei quickly realized: "Is there a problem with the implant?"

"Not only does it exist, but it's a huge conspiracy. I won't tell you the specifics; the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes."

"That's true."

"By the way, Lao Wei, is there any equipment that can analyze signals received by an implant outside the body?"

"You should ask a cyber hacker about that. But I can tell you that it's entirely possible; you just need to buy the necessary equipment on the black market."

"Then it's settled."

Leo chose a new path for Gary: he would play with "Mr. Blue Eyes" himself.

"One last thing, Lao Wei, do you have an 'NCPD file scanner'? I need to copy it for you; it'll be very useful when we go to the Badlands."

"Yeah, I do have one. There are quite a few mercenaries who also work part-time as NCPD contractors. Some of them are quick-witted and have some hacking skills, so they stole this program."

Old Wei opened the safe and took out a chip from the chip box.

"Here's a backup chip; it contains what you need. This program is compatible with most legitimate manufacturers' prosthetic eye scanners and can read the NCPD's database to determine the approximate identity of the scanned object."

Leo happily accepted it; with this, the killing of innocent people and the impersonation of others for personal gain could be effectively prevented.

Unexpectedly, NCPD can sometimes have a positive effect.

After finishing their business for the day, Leo and Old Wei discussed the house call arrangements—starting the day after tomorrow, for about half a month, they would go to the homeless camp in the eastern suburbs every day with the members of the Immortal Squad.

After carefully listening to his arrangements, Old Wei sighed, half-jokingly, "A thousand surgeries, plus training students, my old bones are going to suffer."

"Think about the pay, Old Vince! After this job, you can buy a mansion in Heywood and live a comfortable life! But I have a better recommendation, I'll tell you later!"

The better recommendation, of course, is Taipingzhou.

Once he has conquered and completely controlled Taipingzhou, he plans to take his own people, such as Misty and Old Vi, with him and formally bring them into the Blue Dream Company.

After chatting for a few more minutes, an unfamiliar patient came in for a consultation, and Leo and V took the opportunity to say goodbye.

After leaving the clinic, V, worried about her beloved cat, insisted on going home first.

Leo had no objections—he had almost finished his work for the day.

So the two returned home.

Upon entering, V hurriedly opened the door and immediately let out a mournful cry: "My bed—!"

Leo excitedly ran over to see what was happening, only to find that V's sheets, blankets, and even pillows had been thrown onto the floor.

And it wasn't just randomly thrown around; everything was neatly piled up in the corner, forming a "nest" shape.

The little one was lying on his back in the middle, sleeping with his four legs in the air.

"I knew it would be like this..."

V stepped forward in grief, bent down, and grabbed the culprit.

The kitten, who was sleeping soundly, opened its eyes, looked at her, meowed, and then closed its eyes to continue sleeping.

V's fist, which had just hardened, softened again, and he helplessly threw it back into its den.

Leo witnessed a magical moment in nature and felt that this was what they meant by "everything in the world has its counter."

Large body, weak body; thick fur, weak fire; Vivian, the weak cat?

According to this logic, Sasha should be able to defeat V, but there's actually no indication of that...

Leo's silence was interpreted by V as dissatisfaction, so she quickly defended her pet, saying, "Little one used to be a stray cat, that's why he has these habits. We'll teach him more in the future!"

"Do stray cats build their own nests?" Leo scratched his head, bewildered. "Where did they learn such a strange habit..."

"Never mind, we'll just teach him more in the future!"

V pushed him outside and quickly found protective clothing.

"Let me see if you've been slacking off these past few days."

Leo's heart skipped a beat, and he suggested, "I've recently developed a new combat technique, would you like to give it a try?"

"Sure, do as you please."

V put on his boxing gloves and bumped his fists together forcefully.

Leo nodded and suddenly lunged forward.

The new combat technique he mentioned was to use spatial expansion and contraction to block V's attacks with cement slabs.

The cement slabs that appeared and disappeared suddenly left V quite perplexed for a while.

But the good times didn't last long. Leo's reaction speed gradually couldn't keep up with her movements, and V discovered that the "weakness" of having enough space to release items was also discovered, so the battle returned to the one-sided state.

Fifteen minutes later, Leo collapsed to the ground, letting out a dying wail.

V kindly dragged him onto the yoga mat and helped him analyze the limitations of the new tactics.

Leo humbly accepted the advice, but his eyes kept lingering on V's shapely figure in her tight training clothes.

The aggressive gaze quickly caught V's attention, making her eyes light up.

"Speaking of which, this pose looks a lot like the one in the poster, wanna try it out?"

“Let’s play!”

Leo enthusiastically took off his clothes, but soon realized something was wrong.

"Wait! What are you doing!"

V, unburdened, grabbed his leg with ill intent. "I won! Of course I'm on top! Want to play? Let's see who surrenders first!"

"...Would I be afraid of you!"

The daily training has entered its second round. The training programs are slightly different, but the intensity is no less than the first time.

As dinner time approached, the members of the Immortal Squad returned one after another, bringing back a lot of good news.

At the same time, they also saw V, who was in a great mood and humming softly, and... Leo, who looked tired and was lying on the sofa with his cat in his arms.

Rising to Fame: Chapter 266 The Song of the Prophet

"Everyone's back? Then let's get dinner ready!"

V leaped up from the sofa and walked briskly into the kitchen.

Vera followed behind her to help out.

Sasha, who was supposed to go help, saw the cat in Leo's arms and immediately had an idea. "Wait a minute, I want to play with the cat for a while!"

As she spoke, she ran to the sofa and sat down in the spot that V had just vacated.

Leo felt his head sink slightly, then rest against a soft body. He lifted his eyelids and saw Sasha smiling at him, her upturned lips even cuter than a real cat's.

Given the distance between them, he could easily enjoy Sasha's lap pillow by simply raising his head.

But how should I put it... I'm completely drained and don't feel like it right now...

"Little one, let me touch it too~"

Sasha uttered a soft call as she bent down to touch the little one lying on Leo's belly.

The perfectly round fruit swayed gently in front of Leo, making him itch with desire.

Unlike V's proud and upright posture, Sasha's really looks like a marshmallow; it must feel really nice to the touch.

"Sigh... I'll go help too."

Jack dared not stay in the living room. If things were exposed, he would be charged with with concealing the truth and executed along with the criminals—that would be such a cruel thing to do…