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

After cleaning everything up, he returned to his room, gave each member of the combat team a reward of 20, and each support staff member a reward of 10, and then announced the disbandment.

"For the next few days, everyone should stay calm and observe the situation."

Those who only had a vague understanding of the truth nodded in agreement, not taking tonight's operation too seriously.

To be honest, it's quite normal that the Whirlpool Gang is the black glove of the Night Corporation, and the Night Corporation is causing trouble in the shadows, right?

In Night City, what gang or corporation doesn't cause trouble...?

After they all left, the two who knew the truth looked at each other, both still shaken by what they had experienced that day.

"You mean... that Lilith is Miriam Knight? The widow of Richard Knight, the founder of Night Corporation? Are you sure?"

While I was in the car just now, I browsed the internet and saw a lot of reports and legends about this extraordinary woman.

Some say she continued to manipulate the company behind the scenes after resigning as CEO of Ye Corporation. Others say she's long dead, otherwise how could she have remained out of the public eye for so many years?

The only confirmed information is that no one knows where she is or what she is doing.

But now… Leo is saying that the guy who seems to be an AI is her!?

Leo reorganized his thinking.

As he equated Lilith with Richard Knight and re-examined the actions of Night Corporation and Mr. Blue Eyes, the feeling of glimpsing the truth grew stronger.

Finally, he nodded:

"I wouldn't say I'm 100% certain, but the possibility is very high. I suspect she had already made contact with the roving AI, which is why Night City was able to build the first municipal LAN in human history ten years after the destruction of the initial network, much earlier than the establishment of the Black Wall by network surveillance."

The company responsible for building the network at the time was called Pyramid Networks, a newly established company invested in by Night's Company.

The fact that this company possesses network technology far exceeding that of humans at the time suggests that it might be backed by a willing AI partner.

"That AI is the so-called ancestor?" V recalled what the cultists had said.

Lilith concealed the Tenth Holy Grail from the eyes of her ancestors. Could these ancestors be the AI ​​that helped Night City rebuild its local area network?

"possible."

Leo recalled a more familiar name.

"I suspect this ancestor is either Otto Cunningham or Spider Murphy. If Bartommos also transformed into an AI-like consciousness, it could also be him. Thinking about it this way is really confusing. Is the wolf father Morgan Blackhand? No, it's hard to say..."

As he spoke, he himself became flustered, not to mention V, who had far less information than him.

She felt completely disoriented, as if she were listening to gibberish—the legendary older generation were long gone, now not only had they returned, but they were also plotting an unimaginable conspiracy behind the scenes!?

Leo himself still had many questions that he hadn't figured out, so he temporarily pulled his thoughts back:

"Don't think about it too much, V. Whatever the truth is, it's not something to worry about right now. Let's deal with the eastern suburbs first, recruit a thousand soldiers, and take Taipingzhou. We can think about company matters after our own company is established."

And don't forget, Roger, who's from their generation, is sitting in the Afterlife Bar. Those old folks are just old, they're not quite dead yet…”

V nodded slowly, no longer troubled.

Chapter 352 Leo: "See that green-haired guy up ahead? Run him over!"

Thursday, March 3th.

The first thing Leo did upon waking up was to check the time travel countdown—

【1 day, 00:锍^拔（九）V扒:溜（四）零邬49:14】

I need to go back to DC tomorrow morning at eight o'clock to pick up the alcohol-2 crop.

Then, together with Kang Tao, they stirred up Night City, adding a few more variables to this multi-party game.

After getting up and having breakfast, he told V about his itinerary.

Hearing that he was leaving again tomorrow, V's face immediately fell: "Wow, he'll be gone for several days again this time..."

Leo smiled and pinched her cheek: "Just 4 days, I'll be back by the evening of March 31st at the latest."

"Oh...that's alright."

V clung to him, almost reluctant to let him go to school.

Leo spent some time comforting her and made an appointment with her to pick him up from school at 3 p.m. and then go for a walk in the eastern suburbs.

The reconstruction work on Stone Ridge Mountain has been going on for five days, and he's going to check on the progress. He also wants to inspect the situation at the Wings of Freedom, which is reportedly almost at full strength.

Before leaving, he remembered what he had promised David the day before, and asked V for a few more training chips using military technology.

Upon arriving at Arasaka Academy, he kissed the particularly clingy V goodbye and entered the campus.

Classroom 1-A, Yilongyiqiwujiusijiuba.

As soon as he entered, he saw David studying for his lessons and waved a friendly greeting: "Good morning, David."

Upon hearing his voice, David immediately removed his old, full-coverage headband. Just as he was about to speak, he saw David gently toss a small box over.

Snapped.

He instinctively reached out and caught it, then looked down curiously to examine it.

Chip b Mingba c zero 9 three wine?

Could it be that…

"Is it the Mewtwo cartridge?"

A joyful expression appeared on the boy's face.

The Mewtwo cartridges collected by wealthy people must contain amazing items—

“Look at your pathetic self…” Leo’s words shattered his illusions. “It’s a training chip, the basic kind, including shooting training, combat training, first aid knowledge and the like.”

"what?"

David was dumbfounded.

"Do I... need to learn these things?"

Leo looked at him with a disappointed expression, shaking his head repeatedly: "David, what can I say to you? This is Night City, and you live in a place like an anthill. It wouldn't hurt to know some combat skills. If I were you, I would at least carry two guns with me when I go out."

"Haha... It's not that bad. As long as you avoid troublesome people and don't have too much curiosity, the ant nest is relatively friendly to ordinary people."

David looked at the chips and hesitated before accepting his offer.

Besides the fact that what he said made sense, the main reason was that he himself was also interested in training chips.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the thrill of battle was a high-level enjoyment for him.

Seeing that he had accepted the gift, Leo leisurely lay back in his chair, his thoughts drifting away.

The first release of the dream at 3 PM.

Leo went to the restroom to wash his face a few times, suppressing the negative effects of rote learning, and then turned and left the school.

Parking area

Alvarado's "ambassador" had been waiting for a long time.

He waved casually at David and said, "I have to take online classes for a few more days. See you next week, David."

David said goodbye to him blankly, not understanding why he had to see him next week even though he was taking online classes... Wouldn't seeing each other in the Green Field classroom be the same as seeing each other?

The extended limousine slowly drove away from the company square and sped off towards the badlands in the eastern suburbs.

Along the way, Leo repeatedly reminded his teammates to rest and recuperate for the next few days and prepare for battle, because when he returned next time, they would be doing something big!

The four veterans listened with great enthusiasm, while the two newcomers were somewhat confused.

Leo glanced at the newcomers, Panan and Lucy, and figured that telling them in advance wouldn't have a positive effect on the plan, so he put the matter aside and planned to talk about it when he got back.

As they chatted and laughed, the vehicle had already driven out of Hongfeng Pass and entered the desert in the eastern suburbs.

A gentle afternoon breeze blew, stirring up dust that pattered against the car windows, making a soft, continuous rustling sound.

Leo, with V in his arms, casually glanced out the window and suddenly noticed a large group of people gathered at the Sunset Motel not far ahead, seemingly conducting street interviews.

He initially thought it was Asha and the others, but upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't.

The host was a man with a head of glaring green hair and an annoying face... that bastard Stan!

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

Leo immediately perked up: "Jack, do you see that male host?"

"I see, it looks like Stan from Dead Man's Lottery. Shall we go for an interview too?" Jack guessed.

"No, step on the gas and run him over!"

"Oh...isn't this inappropriate?"

Jack gripped the steering wheel hesitantly, unsure whether to adjust the direction.

The next second, a gentle yet helpless voice stopped him.

"Don't listen to him, there are so many people watching..."

Vera, speechless, stopped the two men from fooling around.

Leo gritted his teeth in resentment, put on his mask, and said, "Fine, let's go do the interview! Let's see if that bastard dares to look me in the eye!"

Hearing this, Vera sighed.

V patted his arm lightly, but didn't say anything.

Upon hearing that she was to be interviewed, Lucy immediately shrank to the back of the carriage and took out a small blanket to completely cover herself.

Normally, Leo might have teased her a bit, but not now. He was brewing a magic spell, preparing to teach Stan a lesson!

"Good afternoon, viewers of Night City! Welcome back! This is the East Suburb Special Edition of 'Dead Man's Lottery' - a street interview program!"

Your old buddy Stan is standing by the motel on Pacific Island, bringing you the most exciting and authentic frontline reports!

Stan, sporting a stylish broom-shaped haircut, stood in the crowd, chatting animatedly and enlivening the atmosphere with his distinctive voice.

"We just interviewed a local from the eastern suburbs who praised the elimination of the night ghosts, claiming that without them, the gunshots that echoed through the night sky finally subsided, and everyone could finally get a good night's sleep!"

I personally wholeheartedly agree with this, after all, insomnia is truly agonizing—ah, no, no, we've gone off-topic, let's get back to the topic of the eastern suburbs.

Since the gunshots ceased, another sound began to emerge from the sandstorm in the eastern suburbs—a mysterious letter, a terrifying symbol!

If you dare to say anything, even a single bad word, some people will glare at you and want to beat you up!

Let's set aside this letter for now, lest we incur retaliation. Let's interview the next lucky one. After the mercenaries and the locals, perhaps we should—"

His voice paused, and he dramatically reached out and grabbed the camera lens, turning the camera to the roadside.

"Look, rich people driving luxury cars out of the city! Wow, that car is really nice. I remember the official name is something like 'Image Ambassador.' I wonder which important person has come to the eastern suburbs."

When Stan realized the car was slowing down and seemed to be heading in his direction, a thought struck him—he knew he was creating a dramatic moment for the show!

He quickly called to the photography crew and shouted into the camera:

"Look, they seem to be here for an interview. Our 'Dead Man's Lottery' is so popular that we have loyal viewers from all walks of life."

Alright, since that's the case, let's go interview them and see how the big shots view the cleanup operation taking place in the eastern suburbs~

The photography team, carrying various professional equipment, followed him toward the vehicle.

Under the afternoon sun, the extended limousine gleamed, and its appearance in the camera lens was exceptionally dazzling.

Stan approached and politely knocked on the center window of the vehicle.

knock --

The car window rolled down, revealing the luxurious interior.

A man wearing a silver mask was sitting near the car door...

Chapter 353 Leo: "Then let me ask you!"

In the footage, Stan's smile is frozen on his face, and it is only through his excellent professional skills that he can maintain this "bright" smile.

Being caught red-handed talking badly about someone behind their back—what an embarrassing situation that would be…

Considering that the person being spoken ill of is petty and extremely vengeful, things become less pleasant.

"Hello, sir, I'm Stan, the host of 'Dead Lotto.' Would you be willing to do a street interview with us?"

He recited his formulaic lines, his gaze lingering on the man's face.

Since someone rose to fame, the silver mask he wore has become a bestseller, and it's common to see people wearing the same mask in nightclubs and bars.

But the person in front of me had an extraordinary presence, drove a luxury car, and appeared in the eastern suburbs; it really didn't seem like an act…