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

Taking the opportunity, Leo said, "Don't forget, you're part of the team now. Once Jack recovers, I'll find a reliable hacker, and our four-man team will wipe them out!"

“That makes sense…wait, a four-person team? Aren’t you the middleman? You’d better not cause any trouble and stay put in the back.”

"Ah...we'll talk about it later."

Leo was interested in participating in some low-difficulty tasks, just to hone his skills. But this had to be done gradually; first, he needed to know something, so he couldn't really become a hindrance.

In any case, he temporarily stopped V, who wanted to seek revenge on the Cleaners.

The two bought a few drinks from the vending machine and sat on the sofa to rest for a while.

As the tension in my heart dissipated, the sticky feeling on my body became even stronger.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Leo got up and walked towards the bathroom on the second floor.

V sat there dumbfounded for a while, then subconsciously turned on the TV and tuned to his favorite program, "Guns and Horses".

Luckily, this episode is about firearms.

Although it may essentially be just advertising, it's still good to learn about some new things.

Welcome to my show! Today's episode is great news for viewers who are tired of gunpowder weapons. After all, who likes gunpowder bullets that are noisy, pungent, and have a recoil strong enough to break your wrist?

If you're facing the same problem, perhaps it's time to try something new. Today, I'm going to introduce you to Dallas Polytechnic University's new flagship product—the DR-12 quasar.

"An electromagnetic pistol...hmm, interesting."

V sipped his drink and watched the TV program casually.

For some reason, she found it difficult to immerse herself in the story today, to briefly forget the utterly terrible reality of Night City.

The reason was… she quietly turned her head to look at the second floor. Sure enough, the reason was the unfamiliar environment, and the fact that after being used to living alone, there were suddenly other people around her.

It's a member of the opposite sex...

V sighed silently, the faint sound of flowing water in her ears making her feel increasingly conflicted.

When she saw Leo walk back in casual indoor clothes, her pent-up frustration finally exploded.

"I mean... can't you dress more formally indoors?"

"Why don't you record what you say and listen to it yourself? Do you expect me to wear a suit and tie and outdoor shoes in my own home, walking around in muddy footprints?"

V's gaze shifted downwards, landing on his slippers: "I mean, uh, should I... go back? Even if I were a bodyguard, I couldn't possibly watch over you 24/7, could I? I think you're safe in this apartment."

Leo walked over to her, hesitated for a moment, and sat down a meter away: "You'd better not go back. If the Cleaner holds a grudge, it will be dangerous for you to go back to the anthill alone."

V's worst fears have come true.

In an instant, a whole host of different reasons for refusing came to her mind.

But Leo beat her to it: "My apartment is so big, there's plenty of room for one more person."

"But……"

"No buts, bodyguards must obey their employers."

"It's inconvenient, isn't it..." V felt guilty, her eyes darting around. "Look, there's only one bed and one bathroom here. It's fine if I sleep in the living room, but I'll always have to pass by your bedroom to go to the bathroom, which will disturb you."

This statement was reasonable and well-founded, but unfortunately, it was still within Leo's expectations.

"You're wrong. There's more than one bed and one bathroom here. Come with me."

Leo stood up and gestured for V to follow.

After she reluctantly complied, he led V to the weapons storage area: "The password is six zeros. I just arrived, and it's still empty, so I was too lazy to set a password."

Drop drop…

Ding--

The sealed door to the weapons storage area opened, revealing a space that was by no means small.

It's about 20 square meters. There's a bed, a desk, and a computer on it that's the same model as the one on the desk outside.

At the far end of the room is the bathroom, similar to those in the V apartment, but with an additional glass door that can be closed.

Anonymous Soldier: Chapter Thirty-Four: I'm blanching it, box!

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

"You can stay here tonight, lock the door, and we'll just pretend we're roommates."

Leo walked around the room to confirm that this was indeed a place that was "small but perfectly formed".

V felt relieved when she saw the room: as long as she had some privacy, she could barely accept it.

After examining the control panel in the room for a moment, she seemed to understand: "This room is not a weapons storage area, but an emergency shelter arranged for you. When the enemy breaks in, the door will be locked from the inside. It is said that even ordinary explosives cannot penetrate it."

"A shelter? No wonder it's so well-equipped, even has vending machines. Perfect for you to stay in tonight. If there's any danger, the two of us can squeeze in here."

"Stop saying unlucky things..."

V looked around and agreed to his arrangement.

Leo was secretly pleased: The cleaner did a good job, otherwise V might not have agreed so easily.

"Those who are near the water get the moon first," and hopefully the poems of the ancients will once again be powerful!

Having resolved her accommodation issue, V prepared to go out, saying she needed to buy some personal necessities. Leo kindly offered to accompany her, but she declined.

"You rest for a while, I'm going to buy some clothes and I'll be right back."

V, holding his secondary access card, set off alone.

Leo watched the rapidly descending elevator, then turned and walked to his desk, speaking to Chunbai: "Chunbai, help me search for information about Arasaka Academy. See if someone like me can apply for admission."

[No problem, Father. Please connect your personal connection to the computer; I need a disguise.]

【camouflage?】

Yes, my existence in the cyberpunk world is similar to that of a wandering AI. If I act alone or go too far, it is easy for internet monitors and other 'kinds' to discover my traces.

Although they cannot track my exact location, there is still a security risk for you.

My proposed solution is to use your personal terminal as cover to mislead them into thinking you are the one operating it.

[Sounds good... Does this mean I'll become a great hacker?]

[From an outsider's perspective, that's how it appears. However, the data I obtain from the public internet is limited, and my hacking skills and methods are currently incomparable to those of other roving AIs. Your enrollment at Arasaka Academy is a valuable enhancement and supplement for me.]

Got it, this is called killing two birds with one stone.

Leo pulled the data cable off his left wrist, and even though it wasn't the first time he'd done it, it still felt absurd.

I wonder if those monsters with over 90% of their bodies modified still consider themselves human, rather than robots with human thoughts...

Connect to the computer.

Pure White took over the subsequent operations, quickly gathering information about Arasaka Academy on Night City's local area network.

A few minutes later, the constantly refreshing data stream slowed down.

[Data collection complete. Father's false identity is now sufficient for enrollment in Arasaka Academy's middle and high school divisions. Considering your lack of basic technological knowledge of this era, we recommend you begin your studies in middle school.]

[Specific information is as follows...]

A document automatically opened on the computer screen, containing organized enrollment information.

Leo quickly skimmed through it and found that Arasaka Academy's educational model was no different from that of previous private universities in the United States, and even had more lenient admission standards.

As long as you can afford the tuition and achieve a passing score of 60 on the entrance test, you can enroll. After enrollment, virtual reality teaching will be used, and a credit system will be implemented. Once you accumulate enough credits, you can graduate and become a highly sought-after senior executive talent by major companies.

At least that's what the admission brochure says...

Leo's fake identity is that of a high school graduate from the East, enrolling in the middle school section as a preparatory class for university, which makes sense.

But this tuition fee—it's really expensive!

Even for the secondary school, the basic tuition fee is nearly 5 euros a year, not including various miscellaneous fees, such as the bizarre fee for updating genuine software.

You have to pay to use the educational software developed by Arasaka, and each update costs extra, just like game DLC.

"The year is divided into two semesters, and you only need to pay tuition for one semester at a time... I can afford this."

Leo glanced at his personal account—8.6 euros.

Not bad. After paying tuition, I still have some money left over. I can buy some goods and resell them in Gotham, exchange them for US dollars in DC, and then do the reverse.

[Pure White, how long will it take for my body to fully adapt to the implant? Will it affect my enrollment in school? And what about that entrance test? Am I, a programmer from fifty years ago, going to pass it?]

Based on the data from biological monitoring, I suggest you take a day off tomorrow and then you can go to Arasaka Academy to register in person the day after tomorrow. I can help you make an appointment online.

Don't worry about the entrance exam; I'm here for you and can help you cheat anytime.

"Okay, please make the appointment for me... the day after tomorrow morning."

【Understood, please wait.】

[Your appointment is complete. The admissions officer will meet you at the Arasaka Academy reception room at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow.]

The enrollment process was completed in about ten minutes. Leo was deeply impressed by the AI's powerful capabilities and assigned it a new task: "Help me think of something to resell in Gotham that will make a lot of money and be safe enough. Most importantly—it can't be illegal, Batman is watching every day."

[Understood. I will collect the data and report back to you after you have finished handling the enrollment matters.]

All done.

It feels so good to be a hands-off boss and leave all the work to your subordinates!

Leo was in a great mood and started browsing various websites that were very new and interesting to him.

His first impression of Night City's online world was that it was chaotic, extremely chaotic.

He simply browsed some legitimate websites without registering, and his inbox was flooded with spam.

Threatening emails, medical insurance sales pitches, and those penis enlargement capsules... Aside from emails from various clubs that sometimes contain attractive pictures and are worth looking at, the rest are all spam.

[Pure White, manage my email account and automatically block spam.]

【clear. 】

Half a minute later, the email was clear again.

Leo was disappointed to see that the club's emails had also been deleted as spam... Wait, why are the emails promoting medical insurance still there?

He opened the email with a puzzled look, and felt dizzy after reading the first line—

[To Mr. Leonardo DiCaprio, residing on the 12th floor of 75 Heywood Canyon, thank you for purchasing the genuine biomonitoring prosthetic body from Biotechnology.]

We have collected your basic information (to the extent permitted by law) and discovered that you do not yet have medical insurance with our trauma team. To ensure the safety of individuals like yourself, we strongly recommend that you purchase our medical insurance.

Please trust us, our trauma team is an elite group comprised of professionally trained medical personnel, on call 24/7. We are committed to providing the following services—

The list of services filled every inch of the screen, making it dazzling to look at.

But Leo was agonizing over something else—I'm blanching the food!

Unknown Soldier: Chapter Thirty-Five Trauma Group Platinum Member

He had been in Night City for exactly 24 hours, and the trauma team had already opened his box...

Just one sentence short—"Living in the southeast corner, on the second floor, in a double bed."

His personal information was completely leaked.

【Pure White, how was my information leaked?】

[Father, you are using a genuine prosthetic body. According to the laws of 2077, the company has the right to collect basic information about the product after it is sold. Furthermore, your rental activity must be registered online, so it's normal for large companies to have your location information.]

[But this email came from a trauma group, and they're not affiliated with the biotech company... Oh, I see, large companies collaborating and sharing basic databases?]

Yes, some companies with close relationships have such collaborative projects.

Damn these big corporations, they've colluded to oppress the people... It's obvious that these laws were established by these big corporations for the purpose of monopolistic control and hegemony.

Leo is currently insignificant and has little influence; he can do nothing but frown.

[Dear Father, I suggest you purchase medical insurance. Your health is currently very fragile, and you might need emergency medical assistance.]

Hmm... let me take a look first.

Leo knew Chunbai was right; he himself was also deeply impressed by the trauma team—after all, his first mission in the game involved dealing with them. The rapidly arriving hovercar and fully armed medical personnel looked even more formidable than the NCPD.