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

"This small amount of money is just a prelude. Only by establishing a persona of being 'rich' can I make it less abrupt when my true 'power' is revealed."

Seeing that V wanted to say something more, Leo quickly went behind her, gently placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned down, and whispered in her ear: "V, I want to ask you a question, what kind of person do you want to be..."

V felt the breath so close to hers, and shuddered. Just as she was about to struggle, she heard a sentence she would never forget—

"An unknown nobody? Or a household name?"

In that instant, the pain from her heart contracting violently was something she had never experienced before in her life.

Her mind went blank, and lightning seemed to rush along her cerebrospinal fluid. The throbbing sensation, as if it were about to burst through the top of her head, made her soul tremble.

Nobody...or someone famous?

She seemed to understand—

Only the unknown remain low-key, and can only remain low-key, until one day they die in a roadside trash can, or live a mediocre life, merely struggling to survive.

Those who become famous are inevitably high-profile, because otherwise, how could they become famous?

The hellcat in her hand bared its fangs and let out a silent roar at her.

Her ears heard no sound, but her heart did—it was the whisper of her own soul, saying…saying she would…be famous throughout the world!

"Let's do it!" V jumped to his feet, almost throwing Leo off balance. "Who cares! If anyone causes trouble because of this, we'll just fight again! We'll fight until no one dares to mess with us!"

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Successfully converted an opposition member into a staunch supporter.

Leo pressed on V's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the others.

Vera and Sasha clearly had no objections.

That leaves only Jack... Oh, it seems he was overthinking it.

Jack Wells, a man with a heart of gold who dreamed of becoming a big shot, was not afraid of small challenges.

In his eyes, Leo saw nothing but fighting spirit and ambition.

"It seems we've reached an agreement, so let's settle on that. I need to get the prosthetic body installed tomorrow, and my gun won't arrive until the morning after tomorrow, so let's schedule the operation for the afternoon after tomorrow."

Leo released the V-sign and slowly paced around the room.

"This matter cannot be announced in advance. Even mercenaries from the afterlife may know a few scavenger friends, and may have even bought organs and prosthetics from them. If word gets out, it's not a big deal if they escape, but it would be disgusting if they were to turn around and bite us."

"I need to think about it some more. Let's call it a day. It's almost eleven o'clock."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately remembered the time.

Looking out the window, it was indeed pitch black, a scene reminiscent of an impending storm.

Night City is about to change...

Having agreed to meet again at eight o'clock the next morning, the members of the Eternal Life Team walked into the elevator full of confidence.

Judging from their excited faces, Leo guessed that some of them would probably have trouble sleeping tonight.

That's right, this person is... V.

He turned around and saw V raising his gun, aiming, locked in a bloody battle with an imaginary enemy. It can only be said that this kind of morale-boosting approach is remarkably effective against potential violent elements.

Go to sleep early, tomorrow—

boom!

A dark shadow suddenly crashed into his arms, interrupting him.

That familiar, firm yet fluffy feel—it was undoubtedly… a boxing glove.

"Come on! Let's fight!"

V threw the "black" glove at him, issuing a duel challenge.

"I'm so excited I can't sleep, I have to get some exercise!"

A bead of sweat slid down Leo's forehead. He suddenly felt that he should have toned it down a bit and not used "famous quotes" to provoke V.

This is working a little too well...

Seemingly sensing his reluctance, V patiently reasoned with him: "You're getting your prosthetic body fitted tomorrow, so you definitely won't be able to train. Don't you want to get stronger? Then you have to make the most of every minute!"

Leo was still hesitating.

V raised an eyebrow: "You're not scared, are you?"

She looked really good with her eyebrows slightly raised, but the way she looked at the "insect" was really impolite.

Leo's blood pressure skyrocketed: "Who do you think you are?!"

After putting on his gloves, he threw a right hook, a truly earth-shattering punch that made the air around V tremble violently!

Half an hour later, they suffered a narrow defeat in the fierce battle...

It wasn't entirely without gains; besides improving his combat skills, Leo also learned V's true motive for initiating the duel—

"You had a good time beating me up today! Now it's my turn!"

As expected, there was still a personal grudge involved...

V truly lives up to her reputation as a native of Night City; she takes her revenge without delay...

As midnight approached, Leo dragged his tired body to bed.

He closed his eyes, struggling against the overwhelming drowsiness, and called out to Chunbai.

"Pure White, do you think my plan is too radical? After doing this, my demeanor will definitely change, and Batman won't be able to hide it from me."

This was an inevitable outcome, unless you remained a harmless, ordinary person forever. Besides, this was Batman; his paranoia would make him suspicious of everyone, without needing evidence or reason.

Okay... let's ignore him for now. Help me fill in the gaps and see what I've overlooked.

No problem, please see the list—

A long list appeared on the screen of the prosthetic eye.

Leo looked closely and saw that the list was just like the system vulnerabilities found by a computer security program, with serious ones listed first and minor ones listed later.

The first item is—bulletproof vest.

Leo was stunned. He was so focused on getting a cybernetic body to become stronger and buying a gun to become stronger that he forgot that wearing a bulletproof vest could also quickly boost his combat power.

Fortunately, this is easy to solve. Tomorrow, we can just buy two sets each from the military technology online store.

The second item is—combat drones!?

[Pure white, I remember this is controlled military equipment and can't be sold, right?]

[Yes, that's true in theory, but didn't you just see the company's 'true colors'? There are many basic drones on the market. Just buy weapon modules from the black market or other channels, and have a mechanic reassemble them, and you have a civilian combat drone.]

Leo's eyes lit up—Vera was a very talented mechanic, and he could definitely entrust this job to her.

As for purchasing channels, it's even simpler. As an AI, Pure White excels at collecting information online.

He made a note of this, and once he dealt with the Scavengers, he bought some combat drones and carried them with him in the singularity space to enhance his combat capabilities.

After that, it's just some minor, insignificant issues.

Chunbai even commented on small details such as the rhythm of his attack and defense during his fight with V, helping him to quickly absorb combat techniques.

Sleepiness washed over him again. He took one last look at his personal account, confirming that he still had 498.5 million euros, enough to last until the priest's final payment arrived, and then drifted off to sleep peacefully.

*

Thursday, March 3th.

A light drizzle fell over the city of night.

The thin mist carried a rusty smell, but none of the fragrance of earth.

Leo stood by the window, gazing at the distant street, and noticed that all the pedestrians were wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas; even the naughty children didn't want to expose their skin to the rain.

"March is the time when acid rain is most severe, so you must use an umbrella when you go out. Getting wet from unclean rainwater can easily cause allergies and inflammation."

V's voice came from behind, carrying a lazy tone.

Just as Leo was about to turn around, she grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't move, I'll put a protective patch on you."

V brushed his hair aside with his fingertips and stuck something sticky onto his personal port.

Leo felt a little itchy and shrank his neck slightly.

After applying the stickers, he turned around and saw a small box of transparent protective stickers in V's hand.

Clearly, this is a gadget designed to target acid rain.

"Would you like me to stick it on for you?"

“It’s all set up.” V tossed her hair casually and walked toward the kitchen. “Come help me. Let’s make some hot Mexican noodle soup since it’s raining.”

Leo followed briskly into the kitchen.

Around eight o'clock, my friends started arriving one after another.

Everyone sat together enjoying the hot and spicy noodle soup, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After dinner, Leo contacted Lao Wei to inquire about today's surgery schedule.

“Old Vi: Your surgery and V’s surgery involve brain implants, so it’s best to schedule them in the middle. Jack and Vera’s surgeries are upgrades of their prosthetic bodies, which are relatively simple. You can arrange the order yourselves.”

Leo shared the information with everyone.

Jack immediately patted his chest and stepped forward: "No doubt about it, I'll be the first one. Let Old Wei stretch his muscles and get into the zone first!"

Leo nodded: "Then I'll be second. There's not much time in the morning, so let's wait until after lunch, let Old Wei rest a bit, and then we'll operate on V. Vera can be last, since I have other tasks for you anyway."

No one objected, and the surgical order was decided.

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Leo made an excuse to go back upstairs to the second floor, quietly put down some packaged groceries, and then returned to the living room to discuss the specific arrangements—

"Jack and I went ahead to Old Vie's clinic for the surgery."

V stayed home to recover and prepared lunch for us. When we brought it over at noon, she also brought the ingredients I wanted to give to Old Vi and Misty.

Sasha, together with Pure White, located all the scavengers' hideouts in Little Chinatown to prepare for tomorrow's operation.

Vera's task is rather special. I need you, with Pure White's assistance, to rent a large garage in the Haywood area, big enough to fit three to five cars at once, and then purchase the necessary repair and modification equipment.

Hearing him say this, V remembered his strange arrangement from yesterday: "Was it for the twenty cars you bought later?"

Leo nodded: "Have the old captain deliver the cars to our garage in batches. After Vera checks them and makes sure there are no problems, then distribute them to public parking lots in various areas of Night City. Once that's done, I'll post the car hiding locations on a dedicated social media platform for all internal staff to see."

This way, if we need to change vehicles midway or encounter other emergencies, we can find a vehicle nearby.

It was a very prudent arrangement, and everyone expressed their admiration.

Leo looked at Vera: "You and Chunbai can discuss the specifics. She manages the team's funds account. Find a suitable location and rent it directly without asking me. The same goes for the equipment; buy the best. Don't try to save money."

Vera nodded vigorously: "Understood, I'll go take care of this first and try to finish it before the end of the day."

Everyone understood what they needed to do and acted quickly.

Leo led Jack into the elevator, chatting and laughing as they got into the Type 66 armored car, which sped off towards Watson District.

Jack kept talking excitedly the whole way, imagining the moment when they would become famous and "big brothers" after pulling off this job.

"I never imagined that we would become famous in just half a month. I couldn't sleep well last night because I kept thinking about naming a cocktail after myself."

“But it’s worth it…” Jack’s face beamed. “I’ve already figured out the recipe. I’ll make everyone a drink at the celebration party so you can all taste the ‘Jack Wells’ cocktail!”

"Then I'll be waiting! A drink personally mixed by the sponsor should taste pretty good, right?"

"That's for sure!"

Upon arriving in Little Chinatown, the two greeted Misty and hurried toward Old Vie's clinic.

The clinic is closed today and is only open to members of the Immortal Squad.

Stepping into the underground clinic, one sees high-tech sealed boxes of various sizes scattered throughout, all bearing the logos of top-tier companies, which look quite valuable.

"Here it comes, let's get ready to begin. All the ordered goods have arrived."