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

Vera also chose the same approach, prioritizing the upgrading of existing prosthetics and adding a Krenzikov 5 model identical to V's.

"You didn't have Ankrenchikov before? Then how dare you speed at 300 kilometers per hour in the city!?"

V recalled her wild driving style and thought she had such an implant.

Vera nodded: "Yes, this is quite expensive. I used to prefer a more versatile prosthetic body. My driving skills are the result of hard work, and I can drive well without this."

Their conversation silenced Old Vi, who mentally raised Vera's potential reaction level even higher.

Everyone prepared their shopping lists and handed them over to Lao Wei.

After reviewing the documents, he decided to close the business for a day specifically for everyone.

"If you place an order today, it will arrive by tomorrow morning at the latest. For orders over ten thousand yuan, the company has a dedicated delivery service, not to mention this is a purchase order of nearly three hundred thousand yuan."

Come at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll close the shop for the day to finish the surgery for you.

Leo was touched, but also worried: "Old Wei, can your body handle it? How about we split it into two days?"

Old Wei smiled and shook his head, bending his arm to show off his strong biceps: "I'm not so old that I can't even handle a day of surgery, so come on over."

"That's fine."

They all handed over the full amount to Lao Wei, watched him place the order and confirmed that everything went smoothly, before saying goodbye with satisfaction and going to help Sasha move.

As they were leaving the alley, they saw several NCPD officers scanning vehicles with equipment.

Chunbai said in the team channel, "These are NCPD patrol officers. Considering their law enforcement status, I didn't send them away. But don't worry, they've been searching here for over ten minutes and haven't found anything."

Leo nodded calmly, it seemed that Muammar had indeed "made arrangements" well.

As the group approached, Jack and V slowed down almost simultaneously after recognizing the police officers' faces, and warned each other in the team chat.

V: "Damn it, the cop in charge has a grudge against me."

Jack: "You and I have a bit of a history? What a coincidence, we're quite familiar with each other..."

Leo suddenly remembered the NCPD's "strongest" detective who successfully caused V, the street girl, and Jack to crash at the beginning of the game.

It just goes to show how small the world is; it seems like enemies are destined to meet.

Leo: "What's there to be afraid of? We're doing legitimate business now. Shouldn't we give them a piece of our mind and then vent our anger by seeing their helpless expressions?"

Jack: "No thanks. I've dealt with this guy quite a few times, and he's one of the better cops in the NCPD. He's one of the rare types who has principles and can handle things professionally."

Leo: "Just doing things by the book... is that what you call a good cop?"

V: "That's right, because most cops can't even do that."

After the secret call ended, they had moved behind the police, who noticed the group approaching.

"Stop, you..." The cold-faced middle-aged man in the lead paused, noticing Jack's strikingly large frame. "...Jack Wells, an old friend of the station. I heard you were dead?"

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 125 V's Dark History!

"Hmph, the bullet that could kill me hasn't even left the production line yet!"

As soon as he said it, Jack was somewhat surprised.

He used to be quite afraid of the NCPD. If he got caught doing something wrong, he would at least get a beating, then be locked up for a few days, and have to pay bail ranging from a few hundred to over a thousand dollars.

But today, he felt neither nervous nor afraid.

Commissions worth hundreds of thousands of dollars a single order, wines costing tens of thousands of dollars a glass, and teammates who are among the best in Night City—all of this has become his source of confidence.

NCPD is nothing!

"Long time no see, Inspector Stings. What happened? You didn't get promoted, and instead ended up putting tickets on cars on the street?"

The stern-faced middle-aged detective's expression darkened, making him look even older.

Feeling confident and fearless... that's the feeling his "old friend" gave him.

"I came to Chinatown to handle a case and arrested a Mexican guy. I don't even know if he's in the same boat as you. Seriously, if I arrest you a few more times, I'll be promoted to police superintendent very soon."

The tension between the two was palpable. Several subordinates who had come with Stings exchanged glances and tacitly spread out to form a pincer movement around him.

But Leo and his team were completely unprepared.

They even started arguing in the team chat.

"Pure White: I'm ready. When the time comes, I can burn them to death in an instant. I've also taken control of the surveillance cameras and police body cameras to ensure they have no way to prove their innocence!"

“V: Let me handle this. These few cops are nothing. I can open the Krenchikov and send them flying in a second!”

Sasha: I'm getting ready to move, what are you doing? Who are you fighting with!?

Jack: Calm down, buddy, we've got the situation under control now, stop thinking about fighting!

While they were fighting amongst themselves, Stings was also observing the others.

As a veteran police officer who had been working on the front lines for many years, he could tell from Jack's position and cautious posture that he was not the leader, but at most a bodyguard or mercenary.

The one who can make decisions in this small group is clearly the handsome young man.

An expensive bulletproof suit, a confident and relaxed demeanor, and a face with excellent complexion and great health...

Without a doubt, it refers to wealthy people, and specifically, very wealthy people.

In this era, only the wealthy can maintain such a healthy and relaxed state.

This leader doesn't look like a lawbreaker.

He was accompanied by two blonde women...

"Hey, isn't this the delivery whiz from Night City?" Stins teased Vera. "You've been delivering goods in Atlanta for a year, how come you've become so gentle? Is the environment there so nice?"

Vera looked completely bewildered and blinked blankly.

V-Lung was furious. She and Vera were standing on either side of Leo behind him, but the bastard detective's eyes were immediately on Vera, and he mistook her for himself.

Having blonde hair is such a plus... damn it!

"Are you so old that your eyesight is failing, Inspector Stings!"

V took the initiative to speak, drawing his attention away from him.

Once Stins saw her face clearly, his expression quickly mirrored Vera's.

Twins? Or the result of plastic surgery?

Looking back at Leo, he suddenly seemed to understand—rich people really know how to have fun; is he keeping two sisters as mistresses?

"Oh my, oh my, the delivery expert who never fails has finally made it big! He's found a stable job that's both easy and pays well. That's great, it saves me from chasing you around the streets like a mouse every day."

Upon hearing this, Leo's neck involuntarily turned into a V-shape.

A delivery expert?

V's exceptional intuition certainly makes him capable of this job—essentially evading police pursuit while delivering contraband to the recipient—it's just... a tiny bit low-class.

V understood his look, and her cheeks began to twitch slightly.

Stings' dark past has been completely exposed on the spot; he deserves to die!

I don't know who spread the rumor back then—that she was incredibly skilled at delivering goods and never made a mistake.

Since then, at least half of the jobs she receives have been delivery tasks.

She couldn't possibly mess up the delivery on purpose, so she ended up becoming a "delivery expert" with a 100% success rate in delivering goods...

After defeating V with just two sentences, Stins turned to the luxury car behind him and asked Leo, "Is this your car?"

"Yes."

"Hmph... Nice car, and you bought it..." He swallowed the rest of his words because Leo did indeed look like a rich man.

"Alright, citizen, do I need to verify your identity information? You know, it's a routine check."

Stings took out a police tablet and walked towards Leo.

"Place your right hand on the scanning area; I need to verify your SID chip."

Leo casually reached out and placed his hand on the tablet.

His personal information is completely encrypted and protected by PureWhite, and he will only show the part he wants to show to the public.

The scanner flashed, and his citizen information appeared on the computer screen.

According to Night City's laws, information such as rental properties, insurance, work and school records are automatically added to the citizen database by relevant companies, and ordinary people have no right to change them themselves.

Stings examined the photos carefully, occasionally looking up to compare them with the real people in the database.

Leonardo DiCaprio, an international student from China, is currently enrolled at Arasaka Academy High School... a platinum member of the trauma group... and lives in a luxury apartment in the Haywood Canyon area with a monthly rent of $4...

No need to look anymore—damn rich people!

Stings was silent for a few seconds, then stepped aside with his tablet. "No problem, then have a good life. But I still suggest you stay away from gangsters; they love to say one thing to your face and another behind your back."

"I appreciate your kind offer, but I'm quite confident in my judgment of people."

Leo led the way, guiding his teammates through the crowd of police officers.

V glared at the middle-aged detective, angrily opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat. When she slammed the door shut, she deliberately used a lot of force, making a loud "bang."

Jack deliberately lagged behind the group to chat a bit more with his "old friend": "You're not doing so well, Inspector Stings. If you run into trouble in the future, you can come find me at the Rebirth Bar. Just say Jack Wells!"

He patted Stings on the shoulder provocatively and strode toward the Type 66 Traveler behind him.

He got into the driver's seat alone, rolled down the window, and suddenly, as if remembering something, called out, "Oh, by the way, I wish you a pleasant life too, Detective!"

His words were very polite, but his raised middle finger was not so polite!

There was a slight commotion among the police officers, which Stins quickly quelled.

After the two luxury cars drove away, one of his subordinates came over.

"Boss, is that all? Those two cars are definitely unlicensed; their identification codes don't match the information in the database at all."

Stings turned to his new male subordinate, seeing undisguised greed in his eyes: "There are plenty of unlicensed taxis in Night City, these two won't make a difference. Remember, don't even think about getting your hands on luxury cars, they've all been bribed, don't be a fool."

The subordinate lowered his head dejectedly.

But the fleeting resentment on his face did not escape Stings's notice. Seeing that expression, he knew that this new subordinate would soon be trying to get transferred through connections.

After all, who would like a boss who can't help them make money?

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 126 A Gentle Promise

"Did you see the expressions on those policemen's faces? They looked like they'd just eaten a bitter melon! Hahaha!"

Jack finally got his revenge and laughed heartily over the communication channel.

V's expression softened, and he took the initiative to try and change the subject: "You know what, the old captain is quite capable. He didn't find any problems even after such a thorough investigation."

"Actually, we found out, but there are too many black cabs like this in Night City. The higher-ups in the NCPD also got a share of the profits, so they just turned a blind eye."

A pure white voice joined in, sharing the overheard information with everyone.

After listening, V and Jack cursed the NCPD together.

Finally, she sighed unhappily, "It's only because Leo seems to be rich and powerful that they would have found an excuse to issue a fine of several hundred euros."

Leo glanced sideways: "This is what you call a good cop?"

V nodded: "If they don't just tow the car away and make you pay a fine at the police station, and then give you a hard time, that's considered a good cop. That's the standard in Night City."

"That's a pretty low standard..."

During the conversation, the vehicle entered the main road and merged into the traffic.

Sasha's rented apartment is located in Japan Street in Westbrook.

It is a super skyscraper with a red and green color scheme and a Tokyo department store style.

The official name on the map is Super Tower H8, one of the 12 super skyscrapers in Night City.

Leo strained to look up but couldn't see the top of the building. Curious, he asked, "The H10 skyscraper in Little Chinatown is nicknamed 'Ant Nest,' so what's this building called? 'Flower Butterfly'?"

"Heh." V couldn't help but chuckle. "You're quite good at naming things. This building is indeed colorful and strangely pretty. It's a pity its nickname is 'Ant Nest'."

"Also called an anthill?"

"Yes, even the golden super skyscraper H9 behind the company plaza is also known as the anthill. It is said that its design was inspired by termite mounds on the African savanna, which are large mounds of buildings that rise from the flat ground. Thousands of 'ants' live, work, and reside inside until they die."