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

"What a pretentious car! In the past, if I saw someone riding in one of these cars on the street, I'd give them the middle finger no matter what..."

V smacked his lips and reached out to touch the brand-new car body, which was free of any scratches.

"Many people in the Valentino gang like Alvarado's car, thinking it's very impressive, but the regular maintenance costs are too high, and it's not very useful when on missions."

Even so, Jack's eyes lit up as he looked at the car—this was the kind of car a big shot should ride in!

"This is too high-profile. People who don't know us might think we are high-ranking government officials or a foreign delegation."

Sasha, with a death wish, uttered these words of lament.

Vera, who knows cars best, didn't offer any opinion because she was in charge of driving the truck.

In terms of value alone, the truck and the cargo inside far exceeded that flashy limousine.

Leo clapped his hands loudly and pointed to the driver's seat: "Vera isn't here, who's going to drive?"

"I me me!"

Without saying a word, Jack blocked the car door with his massive body.

V rolled her eyes and didn't argue with him.

This beat-up car is so ugly and useless that it might flip over if someone bumps into it from the middle. It doesn't fit her pragmatic aesthetic at all.

Only Leo likes this kind of ostentatious luxury.

Damn rich people...

After assigning tasks, Jack enthusiastically opened the back door for everyone and, imitating what he did in the movies, gestured for them to get in.

At first glance, it actually looks quite convincing.

Leo chuckled and gave V a push to get in the car first, then turned and reached out to Sasha.

Sasha ladylike placed her hand in his, but quickly withdrew it before V turned around.

Leo rubbed his hands together regretfully, gave Jack a look that said "you didn't see anything," and was the last to get on the bus.

Jack shook his head slightly, closed the car door for them, and then turned to walk towards the driver's seat.

Subsequently, the unusual combination of a limousine and a large truck drove through the streets of Night City, attracting many curious glances.

In the spacious carriage,

Leo smiled without saying a word, while V and Sasha looked at each other blankly, staring at the two uninvited guests sitting on the synthetic leather seats.

One of them wore the same silver mask as Leo and had the exact same build. The other looked almost exactly like V, except his expression was slightly blank.

"This is……?"

V noticed something and reached out to poke the face of another version of himself. The high-quality replica skin felt exactly like real skin, but the person's reaction was strange; he remained in a daze.

"It's a stunt double! It's a special robot that replaces the star in performing difficult stunts and dangerous scenes during filming."

In the world of 2077, with the development of prosthetic and biotechnology, these robots have long since replaced fragile "human stunt doubles" and are involved in various film and television productions, so they are no longer considered novel.

Leo turned to his stunt double and gave him an order.

The robot wearing a silver mask bent down, opened the car's refrigerator, took out several bottles of purified water, and distributed them to the three people.

His movements were smooth and fluid, without any robotic stiffness.

"I bought the premium version, which has a built-in operating system and can be remotely controlled by technicians. The biggest drawback of this robot right now is that its expressions are rather dull; it can't be as lively as a real person. But—"

He pointed smugly to his face, "This is where the advantage of wearing a mask comes in. With my current status, as long as I don't take it off voluntarily, no one in the eastern suburbs has the authority to order me to remove it. Plus, with Pure White recording all my data, she can impersonate me almost perfectly!"

V looked at Leo's dummy robot, then at his own, and suddenly understood: "And I'm a cold-faced bodyguard, I don't need to have any expression..."

"That's right!"

Leo clapped his hands and laughed.

"After the victory celebration banquet at Stone Ridge Mountain, I will assemble an escort convoy to personally deliver supplies to the newly occupied strongholds scattered throughout the eastern suburbs. Under the guise of this act of winning hearts and minds, we will secretly leave for a while to intercept the biotechnology convoy!"

After it's done, we can return to the convoy without anyone noticing! I'm sure there are informants from big companies in the escort convoy; this time, let them provide us with alibis!

That sounds feasible.

At least V did not notice any obvious flaws.

Leo's subspace storage technology is unsolvable. Even if someone suspects that he is behind this, they will eventually be removed from the suspect list because of the conclusion that "he could not have done it".

After all, there is no magic in the real world, and even the most brilliant person wouldn't think about things in a magical way.

Leo was still talking at length:

"After the air convoy was attacked and disappeared without a trace, the big companies will definitely turn the eastern suburbs upside down, and the main suspects will definitely be our various strongholds."

But they couldn't possibly find anything; they would eventually turn their suspicions to Arasaka—they control the Eastern Border Checkpoint, and if the convoy wasn't in the eastern suburbs or hadn't entered the city, it could only have been smuggled out of Night City's borders!

This is perfectly logical and reasonable, but the conclusion is ridiculously wrong!

He also plans to contact Li Qixuan and ask him to cooperate in staging a play to prevent other large companies from taking advantage of the situation.

In this way, a grand scheme can be staged, allowing Arasaka to take the blame.

Leo posted the detailed plan in the team channel, and it was unanimously approved.

This is truly astounding wisdom!

Chapter 300 NCPD: "Oh no! A boss is spawning in the wild!"

The luxury limousine drove smoothly, and passing vehicles kept their distance, afraid of scratching its exquisite paint.

Inside the carriage, Leo and his companions conducted round after round of tests on the stand-in robot to confirm its camouflage capabilities.

The result was satisfactory.

After using the voice changer, Chunbai's imitation of Leo became incredibly lifelike—thanks to the experience she gained from taking online classes for him before.

But when she tried to imitate V, she could never achieve the same effect.

After studying it for a long time, Leo realized that the problem was with the smoothness of the movements.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was comparing the real person and the robot stunt double side by side, he realized that V's every move had an indescribable rhythm and his movements were very coordinated.

Substitute robots lack this sense of agility.

Fortunately, this time all it needs to do is stand by the side, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

"It seems alright, I'll make do with it."

Leo casually took the Zero smart pistol and pinned his symbol to the robot's waist.

V also took out a spare Achilles rifle and had the robot carry it on its back.

In this way, the two stand-in robots become even more like the original.

Soon after, they arrived at Hongfeng Pass.

There were far fewer vehicles leaving the city today than yesterday, and it only took five minutes to enter the checkpoint.

NCPD officers noticed the two special vehicles from a distance. As they approached, a veteran officer gave his colleague a wink, adjusted his tactical holster, and strode over to meet them.

His prosthetic eye lit up, first checking the vehicle identification number, and finding no problems, then focusing on the big guy driving the car.

The scanner suddenly displayed a string of error codes, causing him to frown slightly.

The scanners that the NPCP provides to its senior officers are specially designed and can penetrate most civilian-grade external camera jammers.

The fact that the identity verification failed indicates that the other party's prosthetic eye is of a very high level, at least type 3 or above, and it must be a high-end product from a major brand.

A bodyguard driving a car is using such good stuff, and he's visibly equipped with a combat cybernetic body. This big guy alone could turn the checkpoint upside down. Who's in that car?

The middle-aged police officer's eyes flickered, and he adopted a more friendly tone: "Citizen, this is a routine NCPD check. Please turn off your camera jammer."

"Please?" Jack raised an eyebrow, looking at the other man with a mocking gaze. "You're being very polite, officer. Fine, I'll be polite too, and be the amiable Jack for once."

As he spoke, he turned off the jammer that came with his prosthetic eye.

This time, the middle-aged police officer obtained his personal information.

[Name: Jack Wells]

[Subordinate organization: The Valentino Gang.]

Bounty: None available.

[Implants (limited to legally authorized products): Optical prosthetic eyes, subcutaneous armor, carbon fiber muscles, reinforced endoskeletons, chitin shells, gorilla arms, bionic joints, Krenzikov implants, S.A.R. Steinmann implants, biomonitoring, accessory hearts, adrenaline rectifiers, ballistic coprocessors.]

[Threat Level: Extremely High (If combat occurs, immediately retreat to a safe distance and call the Terrorist Mobile Team.)]

Holy crap! Where did this cyber-psychotic come from?!

The officer cursed inwardly.

If Jack hadn't been so amiable and composed, he would have been tempted to take a step back by now.

At first glance, it has about a dozen cybernetic bodies installed, including the cyberpsychotic catalyst "Krenzikov + S. Anvestan" combination, which is even more powerful than the heavy assault troops of the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

Going to hunt a boss in the wild!

"Uh...good, you're a law-abiding citizen."

"Hmm~" Jack exhaled through his nostrils.

The officer wanted to leave, but the body camera was on, and if he left without asking any questions, his performance bonus would be deducted.

The other party is driving such a nice car, they shouldn't be a desperate criminal, going through the proper procedures should be fine... right?

"Yes, that's right. Things have been a bit chaotic in the eastern suburbs lately. Our orders are to search for and arrest any criminals. As per regulations, I need to check the carriages to make sure there are no criminals on board. This is a necessary security measure."

Also, was that truck behind you traveling with you?

Jack had lived in Night City for almost thirty years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a polite police inspector. In the past, they had always looked down on people.

Is this what it feels like to be a big shot?

It doesn't feel bad!

"Yes, and I can assure you, there are no members of the Chaotic Blade Society or the Night Wanderer on our vehicle."

Jack had dealt with the NCPD a lot before, and he knew perfectly well why they had set up this temporary checkpoint.

If it weren't for the generous reward offered by Leo, these lazy bums wouldn't have cared whether the citizens went to the eastern suburbs or not.

The middle-aged police inspector was in a bit of a predicament when faced with Jack's unfriendly attitude.

At the crucial moment, Leo came to his rescue.

Jack received his message, raised his hand and pointed behind him: "Never mind, you can go to the back. The captain said he wants to see you."

The middle-aged police inspector breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved away from the dangerous big guy.

He walked several steps before reaching the middle of the extended limousine and saw that the window was lowered slightly.

Because the carriage was too spacious, he could only see a small area behind the window.

At that moment, a masked person was sitting by the window, turning his head to stare at him.

That was a... silver mask!?

The middle-aged police inspector's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed who the person in front of him was.

This is a truly important figure, the mysterious middleman who single-handedly instigated the battle in the eastern suburbs—L.

"Good morning, officer. I don't think there are any criminals in our car."

Leo said calmly.

The middle-aged police inspector smiled awkwardly, somewhat glad he was wearing sunglasses: "Um, yes, that's right, I think so too. May I ask, what's in the truck behind?"

"The ingredients are for a victory celebration banquet. We've won a great victory, so we should celebrate."

Leo flicked his finger and casually tossed him a money chip.

"You've worked hard, let me treat you to a drink."

The middle-aged police inspector did have the idea of ​​extorting money from Jack before he arrived, but he gave up after seeing Jack's information.

Now that Leo is throwing money at him, he's actually a little hesitant to take it.

However, the "golden touch" he had honed at the border inspection station back then made an unconscious touch, and the miniature scanner installed on his fingertip displayed the amount in his eyes.

10000 euros.

He gave too much…