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

Leo and V, sitting in the back row, exchanged a glance and started chatting casually.

The vehicle drove smoothly along the street, heading east, and soon entered the Santo Domingo region.

The coordinates given by the old captain are a bit remote, located southeast of Santo Domingo, right next to Colorado Ranch.

If Leo hadn't come here a few times while helping steal cars in the game, he really wouldn't have wanted to come to such a remote place.

After all, this is the territory of the Sixth Street Gang.

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 117 The Sword in the Stone, "The Shadow Car"

Based on inaccurate data found online, the Sixth Street Gang is estimated to have a size of over two thousand people.

This gang, founded by a group of "old-school American patriots," has now been assimilated by Night City, and their main sources of income include robbery, extortion, car theft, and gun smuggling.

It's easy to see from these activities that they have long since degenerated into a group of outright thugs.

Ironically, when Leo looked out the car window at the Sixth Street gang patrol on the street, he found that they were all dressed like American veterans, generally wearing combat vests, work pants, and military shoes.

Many people wore clothes printed with the old American flag and blue or red baseball caps with stars, stripes and eagle patterns.

At first glance, they really do look like a regular army composed of veterans.

Leo has special "intelligence channels" and knows that the Sixth Street Gang is now involved with military technology, and that things are very complicated.

V also spotted groups of six street gang patrols, and his hand instinctively went to the butt of his gun.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to teach the naive and innocent girl next to her a lesson:

“Leo, see those guys dressed as veterans? They’re from the Sixth Street Gang. Don’t be fooled by their appearance; they’re just a bunch of bullies. I’ve dealt with them before, and I don’t think they’re any better than other gangs.”

“I know that the Sixth Street Gang now is not the same as the Sixth Street Gang of the past. Since we have chosen to cooperate with the priest, let’s stay away from them to avoid getting into trouble.”

Choosing a friend is tantamount to choosing an enemy.

Leo certainly understood this principle. They had already made initial contact with the priest, and since V and Jack were both from Haywood, they were already somewhat labeled as members of the Valentino gang.

These two neighboring gangs are not exactly friendly. Even if they don't completely break ties, minor conflicts that result in a few deaths happen from time to time.

The vehicle continued forward.

The further you go into the city outskirts, the more desolate the scenery becomes.

Compared to the canyon area where the apartment is located, the Santo Domingo area is poor and desolate, with factories of various unknown purposes everywhere, where blue-collar workers are busy working in a gloomy atmosphere.

"Night City's heavy industry is almost entirely concentrated in this area, and there's also a giant sewage treatment plant near the dam. But even so, the sewage lake on the other side of the dam is filthy beyond recognition. I went there once on a delivery mission, and I had a headache for days afterward..."

V, with a hint of lingering fear on his face, pointed eastward, indicating that the dam was in that direction.

Leo was glad they went to the south, where they wouldn't have to endure the ordeal of chemical toxic fumes.

After driving for another ten minutes or so, we arrived at the old captain's garage.

"Old Captain" Muammar Reyes himself was waiting for them by the roadside, holding a lit cigarette in his hand.

Upon seeing the group of four, he quickly sized them up with the professional eye of a middleman.

A beautiful blonde girl; her demeanor and attire clearly indicate she comes from a nomadic family. I'm not sure if she's from Adcardo, but let's assume she is.

A burly, strong man, the top-rated bodyguard type among middle-class individuals, exceptionally effective at stopping bullets. That bun hairstyle is kind of interesting, kind of quirky.

The mercenary was pretty, with a "V" on her clothes—undoubtedly from Valentino's gang, and she had a rather fierce air about her. Wait... damn, how come she looks exactly like the blonde one? Twins?

The last one, of course, is the mysterious L, his new colleague. His face… is ridiculously young; he looks less like a scout sent to “explore” and more like a pampered young master seeking patronage.

Leo strode over, and before he could even introduce himself, he saw Muammar give him a thumbs-up and flash a knowing smile: "Where did you find such a pair of identical-looking, yet completely different-looking twins? You've got some fun!"

Leo paused, suddenly feeling that the person in front of him looked shifty and somewhat sleazy...

V was not one to mince words; upon hearing this, his gaze toward Muammar turned sharp.

Muammar sensed her unusually strong aura and quickly dropped his frivolous attitude, casually waving his bodyguard away: "My fault, hanging out with those scoundrels for too long, it's inevitable to pick up some frivolous words."

He took a drag of his cigarette, threw the half-eaten cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, then extended his right hand to Leo: "It's nice to meet you, L. I'm Muammar Reyes, but I still prefer to be called the old captain."

Leo reached out and shook his hand: "When I'm acting as a middleman, just call me L. As we discussed on the phone, I'd like to buy a few cars."

"No problem, let's go."

Muammar turned and walked toward the garage not far away.

This huge garage is located next to the main road, and next to the entrance is a large wasteland filled with abandoned vehicles.

As Leo walked, he looked around. From here, he could see the giant billboards of Coronado Farm and the low-rise buildings of the slums in the distance.

A flashing neon sign hangs at the entrance to the garage, which reads Garaje (Garage) in Spanish.

Under the control of the staff, the heavy electronic door retracted upwards, and a pungent smell mixed with engine oil and soot wafted out.

Leo slowed his pace slightly, wanting to get used to the taste.

Vera, who was originally following behind him, quickened her pace and was the first to enter the garage.

Leo could even detect a hint of joy and happiness in her back view.

The garage is an open-plan factory with industrial chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a dim, orange-red hue.

Every parking space was filled with all kinds of cars and motorcycles, which looked quite spectacular.

"Welcome to the old captain's garage! Can you hear it? The wild pulse of Night City beats right here!"

Muammar turned around and introduced the man with a broad smile.

“I actually wanted to register the garage information on the official map, but, well, my items have a bit of a ‘hidden story,’ and the NCPD officers were clearly unwilling to make an exception for me.”

"Hidden story?" Vera carefully examined a black sedan. "That's a very euphemistic way of putting it. This is clearly a refurbished stolen car or a used car."

Muammar sighed, but his expression remained calm: "That's a really hurtful thing to say. I just bring these cars here—cars that have grown distant from their owners and want to break up—and then find them a gentler new owner. Do you understand? I'm actually doing Cupid's job."

"You're really good at talking. This is the first time I've heard someone describe stealing a car in such a romantic way."

V wandered around aimlessly, focusing on the most sturdy vehicles.

Muammar made a few more jokes, then ignored the two ladies and approached the person in charge of the trip: "L, I remember you were interested in Johnny Winner's car, shall we go take a look?"

Leo's gaze swept over the surrounding vehicles again and again, but he couldn't find his primary target. He had no choice but to reply, "Wait a minute, where's your black Stone Sword? I can't see it."

"The Sword in the Stone?" Muammar's eyes lit up. "Good taste! That car is even better than a Porsche 911! Come with me, those kinds of nice cars have special dust-proof garages, of course they can't be parked here."

He led the group deeper into the underground garage, where the cars were much more spaced apart and each one looked very valuable.

"To put it simply, all the good cars worth over 5 yuan are on this floor, while the cheaper ones are all on the upper floors. Of course, all the cars I sell have been tested and adjusted, and the cheaper ones are still good."

Leo didn't listen to him. Ever since entering this floor, his gaze had been firmly drawn to a black sports car.

The Sword in the Stone: The Shadow Car!

This car really does have a bit of a Batmobile vibe!

Emerging Talent: Chapter 118 Leo: When it comes to the topic of price, I always say "Fine".

Ever since he stole the Batmobile in Gotham, Leo has been obsessed with that car that is invulnerable to bullets and water, equipped with a grenade launcher and all sorts of high-tech gadgets.

Unfortunately, that car was too expensive for him, and Batman was unlikely to sell it to him...

Now that he has this replacement, it has relieved his longing.

Muammar knew from his expression that the deal was in the bag, so he quickly introduced, "The 'Shadow Car' from Reyfield Stone, 2070 model, all-wheel drive, 1660 horsepower. Driving it, you'll be the coolest guy in Night City!"

Leo was so excited that he couldn't resist touching the hood of the car with one hand.

The cold, solid touch calmed the passion in his heart, transforming his restlessness into a comfortable enjoyment.

“Nice car!”

Ignoring V's suggestive glances, he chose to praise the item.

Muammar's smile immediately brightened. "That's right, that's right, a great car! A really great car! I'm not kidding! What man wouldn't want a Redfield? And what woman wouldn't want to sit in the passenger seat of a Redfield?"

You made the right choice! Photos, cheers, hugs... all you need is to park on the side of the street! This car's original price—"

"Stop!" Vera interrupted him. "Cars are meant to be driven. Who knows if this is a malfunctioning car that's been overhauled? Give me temporary access, I'll take it for a spin."

The request was reasonable, and Muammar didn't dwell on it much.

He granted Vera temporary access, adding, "You can go for a drive outside, but if you damage my car, you'll have to pay for the repairs."

"No need, I'll just take a walk around this garage."

“…Huh?” Muammar was stunned. “No—!”

He spoke too late; Vera slammed on the gas, and the Stone Sword roared off.

She cautiously tested the waters at 20 mph before accelerating to 40 mph and drifting in the underground parking garage.

Muammar watched her drive past various luxury cars time and time again, and he almost had a heart attack.

These are all his prized cars, and he'd be heartbroken even if they got scratched.

"L! You...you're doing something about your men!"

Leo smiled and pressed down his finger. "Don't be nervous. My driver is top-notch. Look how steadily she drives."

Muammar was almost furious. He could see that Vera was a skilled driver, but as the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, you can't race in a garage!

They even dared to drift...

Five minutes later, after Vera drove the car back to its original position smoothly, Muammar was already covered in a cold sweat.

boom.

Vera closed the car door, walked over to Leo, and said, "The car is alright. It's probably just stolen, not a faulty one. The problem is that it's too light. It accelerates very fast, but the steering is a bit unstable. I don't dare to drive too fast."

"How fast do you want to drive in my garage?!" Muammar wiped the sweat from his brow.

Leo's focus, however, was not on this: "So, the car itself is fine?"

Vera nodded: "This car is a bit light, so it's definitely not very durable. The bulletproof protection is also just so-so. It's only good for using as a commuter car in the city."

“My God, this is the Sword in the Stone from Reyfield, the luxury car that goes to all kinds of bars, nightclubs, and important places. You want to drive it to war? Isn’t that a waste of the car?!” Muammar retorted.

Leo nodded in agreement and asked again, "There's one more question: are you sure that if I drive it on the road, the NCPD or the owner won't cause trouble?"

“Confirmed. I’ve ‘greased the palms’ on all the good cars over $5.” Muammar rubbed his fingers together. “The built-in chip and machine code have also been altered, no doubt about it. I’m not bragging, but NCPD officers sometimes buy cars from me.”

This line was spoken by Leo, and it appears in the game's storyline.

For a car dealership to reach this scale, it must have significant financial ties with major companies and the National Car Dealers Association (NCPD).

"Okay, how much?"

"You've seen my website before you came, right? The Sword in the Stone in Reyfield, priced at only 17.8 euros."

“Fine.”

"We're in the same business, let's be friends, I'll give you... uh, what did you say?"

Leo had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, so he certainly didn't mind saying it again: "I said—Fine. I'll buy this car."

"Uh……"

The conversation was a bit abrupt, and Muammar was slightly taken aback.

He originally intended to say that he would befriend him and give him a 5% discount. Then, following the usual business process, he would continue to negotiate the price, and after several rounds of this, he might be able to close the deal.

But he doesn't play by the rules...

If you don't haggle when buying things, do you have to be rich to even know what's going on?

Leo transferred the money directly, silencing Muammar.

"Uh... alright, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. Want one?" Muammar offered him a cigarette.

Leo waved his hand and refused: "I won't. After I buy this one, take me to see that Porsche."

"Okay, this way, no, this way please!"

Muammar vaguely knew he had met a major investor today, and his attitude became even more enthusiastic.

Shortly after, they saw the Samurai Band limited edition itasha (decorated car).

"To be honest, this car's performance is no match for the Sword in the Stone. It's an old car produced in 1988 with only 296 horsepower. Its greatest value lies in its scarcity, making it a highly collectible item for true fans of the Samurai Band."