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

The lights in the previously dimly lit room suddenly came on.

Old Wei wiped his face with a towel and walked out of the clinic.

"Here they come! I've worked here for so many years, and I've never had a customer who comes in so early in the morning."

After opening the metal door with the control panel, he opened his arms and said with a smile:

"Welcome back, Leo. And... this must be V, right? Jack and Misty have both mentioned you."

Unknown Soldier: Chapter Fifty-Nine: Cybernetic Potential

"Hello, Dr. Victor, I've heard about you from my colleagues—they all say you're a highly skilled doctor and used to be a very good boxer."

This was also the first time V had witnessed the power of the six degrees of separation theory.

She had only known Leo and Jack for three days, and it was quite a novel experience for so many people to have "heard about" them.

Old Wei casually placed the towel on the table and said with a smile, "Just call me Old Wei, kid. My era is over."

V hadn't been addressed like that in a long time. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she felt a sense of warmth—Old V in front of her did indeed give her the feeling of a "reliable elder."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the conversation returned to Leo.

"Tell me about you, Leo. Weren't you supposed to have your follow-up appointment in a week? Why are you here two days early? Are you feeling unwell?"

Leo shook his head: "On the contrary, I feel great, and I have fully recovered."

He repeated his excuse that he would be returning to China in two days, adding, "If I get my prosthetic body replaced in advance, I'll have time to get used to it, and I can contact you as soon as possible to make adjustments if there are any problems. Once I'm back in China, I probably won't be able to take care of these things."

Old Wei didn't ask any more questions and strictly adhered to the doctor's code of conduct.

"Okay, let's do a routine check-up and export your body data to see your potential for prosthetics."

Leo nodded obediently and quickly proceeded with the inspection process.

While they were busy, V wandered around the house curiously, quite envious of Old Vie's trophies and medals.

To be honest, if she had the money to get a prosthetic body, she felt she could have gone to the boxing ring and given her fighting skills and awareness, she might have been able to win a gold belt.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Old Wei looked at Leo's medical examination results and exclaimed in amazement: "You've recovered very well, very well. I have to admit, your physical vitality is the highest I've ever seen."

Leo was excited: "What do you mean? My potential is exceptionally high?"

"No, no, no, physical vitality and potential are two different things. In your case, it can only be said that your cells are very active and have a strong ability to recover. In other words, you are very healthy and look like you could live to be a hundred years old."

"What about my potential?"

"Don't rush, the next item is next."

Old Wei clicked the mouse and switched to the data interface for biological monitoring.

He opened a specialized software, imported the data, and started running it.

The progress bar increased at a steady pace, and a few minutes later, the assessment conclusion was given: Physical potential 11, reaction potential 12, and intellectual potential 15.

Leo couldn't tell if it was high or low, but judging from the expressions of Veigarette and V, it seemed pretty good.

"How's this data...?" He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Old Wei glanced at him, then suddenly grinned: "Very good. No obvious weaknesses, and high intellectual potential. You have the potential to become a top hacker."

Seeing Leo's beaming face, Old Wei couldn't help but smile: "Don't get too cocky. This is just a result inferred from the body data in bio-monitoring. Just like their names suggest—potential. You must undergo proper training to fully unleash your potential."

"By the way, I have some good news for you. Although you are healthy, you don't show much signs of exercise. If you train hard, your potential can be further improved."

Leo had anticipated this; those musclemen who like to lift weights in the gym are obviously improving their physical fitness through exercise.

The thought that V's starting stats in the game are usually no more than 6 makes him feel like he's invincible again.

Train hard, and maybe one day you'll be able to turn the tables on Viktor.

Thinking this, he quickly glanced to the side.

V rolled her eyes at him, her disdain evident.

Leo's heart skipped a beat: "V, what is your potential?"

"Anyway, I'm taller than you, so I don't remember very well." V said, hands on his hips, looking quite smug.

Just as Leo was trying to trick V into revealing his potential stats, Old V tapped the table and opened the next page:

"According to regulations, I need to add your potential for cybernetic enhancement to your personal file, but... you can decide for yourself how much to fill in. I don't recommend filling it in too high, but you can fill it in too low, do you understand what I mean?"

Can I fill in less than the required number of fields?

The former is easy to understand. If an unreliable prosthetic doctor doesn't do any testing and just uses the data directly, and you fill in too high a value while he puts on a high-load prosthetic, it's easy for something to go wrong.

You can fill in less...

Is it to hide one's talents?

V nodded: "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. This saying applies to every industry. Your high potential may attract the company's attention, but it may also attract scum like scavengers. Besides, being noticed by the company isn't necessarily a good thing."

“That’s right. I met some talkative mercenaries a while ago, and they even mentioned Arasaka’s ‘Teen Hacker Training Center.’ With your untrained intelligence of 15 and the right age, you could just take the data to Arasaka and maybe get into that mysterious department.”

Old Wei pushed off the ground with both feet, sliding the stool aside to make room for him in front of the computer.

"Fill it out yourself, but I suggest you fill in as little as possible."

Leo nodded, "Listen to advice and you'll eat your fill."

Then it's like this: Physical ability 10, reaction speed 10, intelligence 12.

Anyway, he and Lao Wei both know the actual values, so they just need to pay attention when installing the implant.

Old Wei didn't say anything, but added his data to his profile.

V put one hand on Leo's shoulder and teased, "Sigh, men are just so concerned about saving face... If you really wanted to hide your shortcomings, you could have just filled in 567, but you're still fixated on two digits."

This time it was Leo's turn to roll his eyes: "Showing off is for slapping people in the face. Acting like an idiot and being looked down upon is just plain stupid! Besides... I bet your IQ is in the single digits!"

V's expression froze.

Leo immediately changed his tune: "No! It should be no more than 5!"

After he finished speaking, he continued to observe V's facial expressions to see if he should increase the stakes to 3.

boom!

He didn't realize that his fist, as big as a clay pot, had blinded him.

"Mind your own business! It's good enough anyway, I'm not going to be a hacker!"

"It's because you're not good enough..."

boom!

Leo gave in and openly assaulted his employer and boss; he held a grudge against him.

However, V's haste only demonstrates her intelligence...

Click, click, click——

The sound of clenching his fist interrupted his bold reverie.

Old Wei watched them playfully bickering quietly, a kind, fatherly smile on his face.

After a while, Leo finally remembered his business, and so—he lay down on the operating table.

The last thing to do before the surgery, of course, was to check my personal account: 2.5 euros.

Is it too much? No, it's not too much...

The consequences of my extravagant spending have finally come.

But Leo has no regrets. Before returning to Gotham, he wants to spend all the money to strengthen himself as much as possible and increase his chances of survival.

Anyway, there's the zero-yuan purchase guarantee, so what's there to be afraid of!

But that's for the future. Right now...

"Old Wei, could I borrow some money from you by using my original glasses as collateral?"

Unknown Soldier: Chapter Sixty Mechanical Ascension II - His Name is Krenchikov!

As soon as he said it, Old Wei and V both turned to look at him.

Leo himself was also a little embarrassed. He borrowed money from Lao Wei the first time they met, and then borrowed money again the second time they met. He was almost ruining the high-class image he had worked so hard to maintain.

"No... you've been spending money like crazy these past few days, I thought you were rich, how come you're broke!?"

V's exclamation rang out first.

She felt utterly overwhelmed by Leo's extravagant behavior these past few days—buying expensive guns, becoming a platinum member of a trauma support group, and enrolling in Arasaka Academy.

It's not that she's materialistic or snobbish, but... even if you have money, you can't just spend it like that. If she had known his funds were limited, she should have stopped him earlier.

Leo was a strong-willed man, and of course he couldn't admit defeat at a time like this.

"Who said I'm broke? I've just used my funds elsewhere."

He glanced around furtively, then whispered to the two of them.

"Let me tell you something in secret, but don't tell anyone else. I've used money to establish smuggling channels between my hometown and here, and I've advanced the funds. My primary task upon returning to China is actually to select goods. Once I bring those luxury goods back, the money will naturally follow."

V was initially skeptical, but the thought that he was going to meet "a big shot like Saburo Arasaka" made him unsure.

She was just a street kid; she really didn't understand the "power" that people of that level possessed. What seemed like an insurmountable obstacle to her might just be a casual remark to them.

Old Wei couldn't help but wonder: "Smuggled goods from the east? Or luxury goods... smart weapons and chips?"

“No.” Leo shook his head. “For my first smuggling trip, I plan to bring some safer goods—like high-end wines and fresh organic food.”

This was the conclusion he reached after several discussions with Chunbai.

Considering the cyberpunk era's characteristics of "high technology, low living standards," he felt that bringing over certain products readily available in Gotham supermarkets would definitely make him a fortune.

Especially alcoholic beverages!

Putting aside everything else, a bottle of wine made from 100% grape juice costs only a few euros in the supermarket, but if you bring it to Night City, you can easily multiply its price several times over.

With profits of at least 1000%, even capitalists would drool.

After listening to him, Old Wei lowered his head and thought for a moment: "I have to remind you, alcohol is fine, but selling organic meat in Night City is illegal."

"I know, I've seen it online..."

Leo was speechless. The existence of such a bizarre law can only mean that the government has been completely sidelined by corporations.

And that Whole Foods company, they've really gone to any lengths to monopolize the meat market!

“I’ll bring the organic food for us to eat, and we can just sell the wine. I can get a batch of undiluted, high-quality original wine.”

"Hehe, that sounds feasible. I'll be waiting to benefit from your generosity." Old Wei chuckled. "Alright, since you've said so, those eyes will be worth 80,000, but that's only valid for exchanging for a prosthetic body here."

"That's exactly what I meant, thanks, Old Wei!"

Leo felt relieved; he could still keep his 2.5 to buy some ammunition. He could stock up on grenades and the like, storing them in his spatial storage so he could transform into a berserker grenadier at any time—an extra layer of insurance.

He turned his head and saw V still staring intently at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"No." V scratched his cheek. "I was afraid you were just pretending to be rich, so I looked closely. I didn't expect what you said to be true... Um, remember to bring me a bottle of tequila. I'd like to try the original brew."

“Okay, I was planning to bring a little of each type of alcohol anyway, to see which ones sell well.”

Now that we've finished our idle chatter, let's get down to business.

Leo browsed through Old Wei's stockpile of prosthetics and selected several that he liked.

However, considering the doctor's advice not to implant too many implants at once, he ultimately chose the life-saving approach.

The Krenzikov Type 2 is functionally similar to a weakened S.A.W. Steinway & Sons that cannot be switched on or off. It enhances reflexes, granting abilities similar to "bullet time," allowing for attempts to physically dodge bullets.

Subcutaneous Armor Type 3, needless to say, enhances physical defense, essentially making you wear a high-grade bulletproof vest.

The Blood Pump Type 2 delivers medication directly from the body in cases of severe injury, making it the perfect partner for biological monitoring.

Titanium Skeleton Type 2 – there's not much to say; as the body's support structure, the skeleton must be strengthened.

Leo wanted to continue picking, but Old Wei stopped him: