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

“I &@＃*！F@＃￥——!”

V-Zhentian was furious. He paced around the room, spewing out profanities that even the built-in translator refused to translate.

Jack and Sasha trembled as they saw her true form, which resembled a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex, for the first time.

They cast pleading glances at Leo, hoping he would try to persuade V.

But Leo... he's not stupid!

Going up there now would just be asking for trouble!

The most important thing now is to figure out where this blonde V comes from!

[Pure White, did you find the information? Who is this blonde woman who looks exactly like V?]

[There's no information about her on the official website, but I've figured it out—she's V!]

Leo was taken aback and secretly glanced at V, who was going berserk.

[She's V? Then who is this person in front of me?!]

[Also a verified account!]

[Do you dare speak like a human being? Explain yourself clearly!]

[It's very simple. The girl in front of you is V, a street girl born in the Heywood district of Night City. The blonde is V, a former homeless woman who just arrived in Night City. They are both V. Think about the character selection screen at the beginning of the game.]

The champion selection screen flashed before Leo's eyes, and his brain instantly boiled!

[You mean—there were actually three people!? Three Vs from different backgrounds!?]

Is this for real? Is Cyberpunk 2077 a multi-protagonist game? Players only choose one character, but there are actually three different characters!?

Why do they all have the same face? Their figures seem about the same too...

[You'd have to ask the developers at CD Projekt Red; I can't answer that. If I had to guess, I think it's the multiverse theory at work. Each minor version is a 2077 universe, and with all the random mods you installed, it's resulted in your current Night City with its distorted timeline.]

Leo understood part of it—there really were three Vs!

Street girl V is right in front of me;

V the Wanderer is coming soon;

There should also be a V from the middle class in Night City. I remember that at the beginning of the game, she had already worked her way up to the second-in-command of the intelligence department of the Night City branch of the Arasaka Corporation. She was a high-ranking corporate dog!

"Wow, so many V's!"

Leo couldn't help but swear along with him.

This is too magical. One V-Shake is already invincible. If you collect three V-Shakes and summon Shenron... oh, no, I mean, if you let them form a three-person team, wouldn't they be able to go straight to Japan and blow up Arasaka's headquarters!

"What nonsense are you talking about! There aren't many V's! There's only one V—and that's me!"

A young woman named V strode aggressively towards them, startling Leo into frantically seeking help.

however……

Jack was studying the pattern on the floor, while Sasha curled up on the sofa with her head in her hands, seemingly going into hibernation. These two unreliable guys weren't even willing to give him a perfunctory answer!

Beast!

How can there be such unreliable teammates!

Leo's cries of agony went unheard; he was pinned to the sofa by V with one hand, utterly helpless.

V glared down at him, took a deep breath, and tried to explain calmly:

"Leo, don't be fooled by that imposter's appearance. That's not what she really looks like! If you don't believe me, go ask Old Wei. With today's medical technology, you can find any photo online, and as long as you're willing to pay, a prosthetic surgeon can make you look like that photo!"

"I'm not kidding you, something like this happened not long ago. Some idiot, obsessed with his idol, got plastic surgery to look like Johnny Silverhand, even using the exact same prosthetic body. He even changed his name to something like...Johnny...yes! Johnny Silverhand!!"

"That guy was a complete idiot. He tried to imitate that rock singer, even trying to copy his foul-mouthed, womanizing, and irresponsible attitude. Then he got confronted by die-hard fans of the Takeshi band and almost beaten to death. That happened not long ago, and it even made the entertainment news!"

Jack, who had been pretending to be dead, finally chimed in, "I saw that news too. The guy may not be good, but that convertible Porsche 911 Turbo was fucking cool! I was drooling over it!"

V nodded vigorously: "That's exactly it! I used to think only brainless fangirls would do something like this, but I never expected... that they'd come after me today! Damn it!"

She started pacing around the room again, not stopping for a moment.

"I've been working my way up the streets of Night City for five years, almost six! I've botched jobs, I've failed, but I've never cheated a client. It's thanks to this excellent reputation that newcomers like Leo have heard of me and call me—famous!!"

Now, things are really messed up. My career was just starting to take off, and someone's impersonating me and even daring to use my code name!

"I'm not even dead yet! And she's already trying to shit on my head! You bastard! Does she think she can look down on me?!"

V let out a series of terrifying roars, exuding a chilling and violent aura.

"Luckily, Jack found out early. If she had used my name to botch a few jobs, my reputation would have been ruined! No, I have to meet her and have a good talk with her in person!"

“Jack—!” V roared.

Jack nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! I'll ask her to come over right away, shall I?"

"This is my house! She impersonated me and tried to get into my house?!" V glared angrily. "She doesn't deserve it! You know that! I've arranged to meet her in this desolate place, I'm going to kill her! Bury her right here!"

Jack was dumbfounded and quickly gave Leo a meaningful look.

Leo was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and hurriedly tried to dissuade V. It took him a while to calm V down and they changed the meeting place to the Rebirth Bar.

"Next life? Fine... next life it is! I'll scare her to death!"

V rushed back to his room to change into his battle suit, preparing to deliver a heavy blow to the imposter.

Leo curled up on the sofa, her thoughts drifting back to what had just happened: V… she actually remembered that famous phrase…

Wasn't that just something he said casually when he first arrived, out of ignorance...?

No, that's not right. Thinking about it carefully, given my chaotic mental state at the time, I might have really meant it when I said those words, and I admired her immensely.

V has misunderstood...

But if you try to explain to her that she's not famous, just a nobody...

Leo looked toward her lair and decided to take this secret to his grave.

Five minutes later, V appeared in that incredibly cool leather jacket, dragging three people along with him to the Next Life Bar.

On the way there, Jack invited "Blonde V" to meet him.

Since the meeting place was Laisheng Bar, the other party readily agreed.

Upon arriving at the bar, Leo resorted to his old trick, slipping a 1000 euro tip to Emeric, the doorman, and asking him to let the "V" in.

Later, the group sat down at the table, ready to have a drink to calm their emotions.

"Claire, get us some good wine, it's on me!"

Jack patted the table generously.

"No problem, it's a new, excellent wine. Would you like to try some?"

Claire turned and took a bottle of wine that looked very familiar from the "chic freezer"...

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 109 The Wanderer V Makes a Grand Debut!

The unadorned glass bottle reflected the unique blue glow of the Laisheng Bar, and the clear liquor trembled slightly with the loud rock music.

When the bottle of wine was placed on the bar, the entire Immortal Squad was silenced.

Does this wine look familiar?

Jack looked at his companions questioningly.

Sasha stared blankly, V had no time to think about these things, and the only reliable person was Leo, who stared at the ceiling, utterly speechless.

The wine sold yesterday afternoon was already in the wine cabinet at the Rebirth Bar this afternoon. The priest is really efficient...

Claire continued enthusiastically, "This is a newly arrived fine wine, made with pure natural grape juice, just smuggled in from outside. Let me put it this way, it's expensive, but no one who's tasted it has said anything bad about it. This bottle can make five glasses, would you like a bottle?"

Leo's lips twitched as he asked the price.

"We'll sell the whole bottle for a cheaper price, only 350 euros!"

Leo rolled his eyes—it was off-white with a slight lemon yellow tint; it was sparkling wine. He had given the priest a wholesale price of 180 euros, but it was almost double that price at the afterlife wine shop.

Considering this is the most prestigious bar in Night City, where they dare to sell a bottle of Coke for 20 euros, twice as expensive as a vending machine, the priest should be selling it for less than 300 euros.

It's estimated to be around 270, sold at 1.5 times the purchase price.

Based on this calculation, the priest's gross profit margin is 50%, and his net profit margin is no less than 20%, so it seems he makes quite a bit of money.

Worried that Jack might reveal something amiss by talking nonsense, Leo waved his hand and said, "Give me a bottle, and a few more classic Cokes too, we'll drink them in the private room."

“No problem.” Claire quickly served all the drinks. “Or would you like a private room?”

"No, I want a big one. I want big ones from now on. Until I get my own private box and can sit in the lobby."

Leo generously rented a large private room for 1588 euros and left the bar with his team members.

On their way to the private room, many mercenaries and their fellow mercenaries were eyeing them.

He even saw Roger glance in their direction.

Leo had already changed into his signature silver suit. He looked back confidently and even nodded to a few friendly-looking people as a greeting.

They walked forward, crossed the hall, and entered the private room area. The noisy music was finally blocked out by the heavy soundproof door.

"Room 12, I like this number."

Leo opened the door to the private room and found that the large private room was indeed a size larger than the medium-sized private room. The small suite outside was at least 20 square meters, big enough to serve as a living room with a table.

The main room inside is not bad either. These people finally know to hang some posters or something on the walls to cover up the rows of morgue cabinets.

The conference room, made of special glass, features a round glass table surrounded by four long sofas. A dozen or so people can squeeze in, and another group can stand in the open space behind the sofas.

"This place is awesome, it can fit thirty or forty people."

Jack stepped aside to let everyone go first, so he could sit on the outside and act as a bodyguard.

After Leo took the lead and sat down at the head of the table, he casually slapped a bottle of high-end wine worth 350 euros on the table.

Duang——

The glass bottle made a soft sound, attracting the attention of the group.

Jack, recalling the price he'd just heard, suddenly grinned, "Leo, do you think we sold this wine too cheaply? It'll almost double in the next life..."

When money was mentioned, V snapped out of his reverie and joined the discussion: "Yeah, even if the items in the afterlife are more expensive than in a regular bar, the priest must have made a lot of money, at least 50%?"

Leo nodded, then shook his head: "The gross profit is probably around 50%, but the net profit won't be that much. He has to appease various forces and give bonuses to people in the distribution channels. I think he'll only actually get about 20% in the end."

"So what?" V was stunned. "Even 20% would be close to four million. He's making way too much. You should sell it for a higher price."

Hearing her say that, Leo smiled, crossed his legs, and waved his hand: "Have some vision, V. Don't take such a small amount of money so seriously. I actually hope the priest can earn more, preferably several times the price of the wine, and bring another batch of potential allies onto the bandwagon."

"Making money is important, but it's even more important to help everyone make money together. As long as everyone in this chain of interests can earn enough money to satisfy them and cannot replace me, they will be bought off by money, alienated, and become my staunch supporters."

"Take you for example, V. After you ate the ingredients I brought back, could you still eat the synthetic foods from the vending machine? Like that protein bar made from cockroaches, or that liquid Mexican-style burrito?"

Just imagining the two products he mentioned sent a chill down V's spine: "Don't disgust me, I never used to eat that kind of junk food!"

“Yeah, that mushy stuff is some kind of burrito…” Jack chimed in, feeling that the product was an insult to his hometown cuisine.

Leo laughed: "That settles it. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. The priest made a lot of money from me, so he can't go back to the old life of making small, slow money."

His family, his friends, and everyone who obeys him will slowly become my 'friends,' even willingly so. Gaining a group of allies by sharing some profits—it's an absolute steal!

Bang.

He removed the cork, tossed it casually on the table, and poured a glass for everyone.

"This cheap wine is no good, I still have plenty of good wine left, but it's all at home."

After downing the 350 euro bottle of "cheap wine," V's expression improved slightly.

But it didn't last long before it started to smell bad again, because—the blonde V arrived!

A unique smell of wind and dust from the wilderness wafted into her nostrils as she arrived, and upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a faint smell of engine oil lingering around her nose.

V, who was born a wanderer, has a head of brilliant long golden hair, and even the color of his prosthetic eye is golden.

She has the same delicate features as V, the street girl, but incredibly, despite having the same face, Leo can still see the aura of a virtuous wife and loving mother in her.

With her arched eyebrows, slightly upturned lips, and the gentle, kind warmth in her eyes, if it weren't for the similar appearance and figure, Leo would never have mistaken her for the same person as V beside him.

Before the observation was over, V, the street girl next to him, couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up: "Tell me! Who are you! Why did you get plastic surgery to look like me, and why do you dare to use my code name!"