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

This is the most expensive and legendary gun in Night City, a divine gun that combines the power of 3V, capable of ripping open the skull of a heavy hammer with a single shot!

"I've decided, these two guns will be called Trinity!"

Street V, Homeless V, Corporate V—the will of these three living devils is concentrated in these two divine guns!

V's superhuman intuition kicked in: "Where did this Trinity come from? That's not me... uh, isn't that another connection to the Valentino gang and Christianity!"

Leo was taken aback; he hadn't expected to have the same name.

However, the doctrine of the Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—is indeed more famous.

"Then let's call it... Hell Trio! We'll buy a shotgun later, and make it three!"

Leo made up an excuse and barely managed to fool the increasingly wary V.

To prevent her from dwelling on the matter, he got up, walked to the door, and opened the new package that had arrived that day.

Inside the heavy cardboard box were pieces of Kevlar bulletproof vests of varying sizes.

"Come and get your bulletproof vests. These are pure white and custom-made to everyone's size; they should fit perfectly. We'll grab something to eat later, and then we should head out!"

Remembering that they had important business to attend to today, everyone quickly suppressed their playful mood and got to work.

After donning bulletproof vests, checking the condition of their prosthetic bodies and firearms, and gathering spare magazines and ammunition, the five members of the Immortal Squad were ready to depart.

Next, V made a simple brunch, and everyone only ate until they were about 70% full before putting down their chopsticks.

"Sasha, go back to your room and work on the hacking with Pure White. The rest of you, come with me, it's time to show off at the Next Life Bar."

"Oh!!"

The group of five set off with great momentum.

*

It was exactly 11:00 a.m.

The thug "Weller" drove into the parking lot in front of the main entrance of the Laisheng Bar.

There are quite a few vehicles parked here today, all kinds of models, and almost all of them have been fitted with bulletproof armor.

Jack quickly circled around and came back, marveling, "No wonder they're the big brothers from the next life! These cars have all been modified; they'll definitely be a thrill to drive!"

Leo nodded, noticing that there were many mercenaries lingering at the bar entrance, unsure whether they were getting some fresh air or searching for him, their "client."

“Let’s go. Jack, lead the way. V and Vera, follow me. Let’s make a big show of ourselves and let them see what we’re made of.”

"hehe!"

He heard V chuckle behind him, a laugh that was both mischievous and delightful.

He then smiled faintly and strode forward.

The mercenaries who came out on lookout quickly spotted the legendary "L" and sent out communications back to their teammates.

The result was that when Leo and his group came down the stairs, the official entrance to the Rebirth Bar was already packed with people.

"Hey, L, I'm from the Campfire Mercenary Team..."

"Hello, L, I am..."

“L——!”

The chaotic greetings assaulted his eardrums, and for the first time he realized that friendly gestures could sometimes hurt people.

Left with no other choice, he raised one hand.

This unintentional act seemed to possess a magical power, instantly silencing the mercenaries.

No, it wasn't his movements that were magical, but rather the golden gun handle protruding from his waist that was magical.

The golden flash awakened memories etched into human DNA, leaving the mercenaries instantly parched and speechless.

Is that gold?!

Reason tells them—absolutely not, no one would be foolish enough to use a precious metal costing 300 euros per gram to make a gun.

But their intuition told them—it was gold! Its alluring color awakened the greed buried deep within human nature!

For a moment, heavy breathing and pairs of focused eyes replaced the jarring noise.

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 142 Mann's Squad Makes its Debut!

Leo saw the greed in the mercenaries' eyes, but that was precisely his original intention in customizing these two guns.

People who are without desires are the hardest to control, while it is these greedy people who can be tamed by money!

The so-called Golden Rule is a rule made by those who have gold in their hands!

"Excuse me, everyone." He walked forward as if no one else was there. "Let me finish dealing with the small matters within the team first, and then we can discuss the important matters."

Jack cleared a path for him, his already imposing physique appearing even more majestic and astonishing after the upgrades to his cybernetic body and the addition of thicker bulletproof vest.

The killing shotgun and SOR-22 slung across his waist made people's eyelids twitch and they dared not look him in the eye.

The mercenaries made way for them without daring to obstruct them in the slightest.

Leo walked to the door with a normal expression. He was about to greet Emeric, who was guarding the door, and ask him to keep an eye on Mann's team when he heard a very distinctive little girl's voice behind him.

"Hey! Just a minute!"

Leo stopped in his tracks, already having a guess in his mind.

Aside from certain female mercenaries who like to speak in a high-pitched voice, there seems to be only one other girl who would dare to run to the Laisheng Bar.

Turning around, he indeed saw Rebecca, the most beautiful member of Mann's squad.

Cybernetic loli!

She's so petite and adorable, I feel sorry for her!

Leo's heart skipped a beat, but he was a seasoned veteran and calmed down in a single breath, looking at her with composure.

Rebecca, with her blue-green twin ponytails, waved to him and then pointed to the person next to her: "I'm a member of Mann's team. We just contacted each other."

Following her fingertip, there was a super-sized man in front of the crowd, at least two meters tall and weighing three hundred pounds, a behemoth even among the big guys.

The signs of cybernetics on his body were very obvious, covering every inch of his exposed skin.

The most striking feature was his two arms. His forearms were thicker than an average person's thigh, his fists had been replaced with metal prosthetics, and there were very clear dividing lines on his arms.

Most of the mercenaries present were knowledgeable and could easily tell that a projectile launching system was definitely installed there—anyone who could install such a thing was no pushover!

His muscular chest, exposed, had several ventilation holes, and its plate-like structure clearly indicated that he was wearing exceptionally thick subcutaneous armor, the kind that ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate.

He's ruthless and a strongman!

The mercenaries paid silent tribute to their unfamiliar colleague.

Mann slowly withdrew his large hand from Rebecca's grasp—he hadn't originally intended to disturb L at this time, firstly because the occasion was inappropriate, and secondly because they were newcomers and shouldn't be so high-profile.

But it was just a moment of carelessness on his part, and Rebecca jumped out, which was really a headache.

Now that he was being forced to be the center of attention, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward a few steps: "L, we've been here for a while. We wanted to go in and find you, but he said you hadn't arrived yet."

The "he" in this context naturally refers to Emmerich.

"Yes, I stopped them. Too many people said they wanted to see you today. Look at this big group of people, half of them are not qualified to get in."

Emeric readily admitted his actions and did not feel he had done anything wrong.

His job was to guard the door and keep unqualified mercenaries out, so as not to lower the caliber of the Rebirth Bar.

Leo understood the whole story and nodded slightly.

"I understand. I called them here. Let them in."

"Row."

Emeric didn't say much, but added Mann and the others' information to the whitelist.

The tightly closed electronic door then quickly opened, letting the noise from the bar rush out along with the air conditioning.

"This isn't the place to chat, come with me."

Leo continued walking forward, facing the countless eyes that were watching him with composure.

Looking around, the Rebirth Bar was unusually crowded at noon, with every table filled with mercenaries.

These highly cybernetically enhanced, fierce-looking guys are not the street mercenaries you can see anywhere in Night City; each of them is a "big brother" in this line of work.

Jack led the way with his head held high, only raising his chin in a friendly gesture when he saw the mercenaries from the Valentino gang.

When they reached the bar, Claire greeted them: "L, you've finally arrived! Thanks to you, business has been much better today. Have a drink, my treat!"

Leo smiled and declined, "A glass of water will do. I'm about to get to something important, so I can't touch alcohol right now."

"Alright, you can have another drink after you're done." Claire took out a few bottles of purified water and continued, "It's the same private room number 12 from last time, I've reserved it for you."

"Thanks, let's chat another day."

Leo turned and walked towards the private room.

Along the way, several mercenary captains asked Leo about the commission. Leo told them to wait a while and that he would invite them to discuss it in detail later.

Once inside the private room, he led his men straight to the conference room and took the main seat facing the door with an air of authority.

V and Vera sat on either side of him, while Jack simply stood behind him, acting as his bodyguard.

"Alright, you can sit down too. Let's get to know each other first."

Leo pointed to the sofa opposite him, gesturing for Mann's team to sit down.

The massive Mann exchanged glances with his teammates, obediently sat down on the sofa, and began to introduce himself.

Leo listened while observing the four of them. Besides Mann and Rebecca, whom he had already met, the other two were Dorio and Pila.

The former was a weightlifter and possessed a remarkably large frame by female standards. Although her clothing was somewhat revealing, with her jacket open to expose her metallic bra, it just... didn't exude any arousal.

Looking at her felt like looking at a woman, and he even felt a little envious of her muscular physique.

The latter, Pila, sported a standard mohawk and exuded a roguish charm. He was slender, but his arms were remarkably long, reaching his ankles when standing upright.

From his current perspective, this team of protagonists from *Cyberpunk: Edgewalkers* is only on par with the fighting prowess of the Afterlife Bar. Aside from Mann himself being exceptionally skilled, the other three are merely veteran mercenaries.

While Leo was observing his opponent, Mann was observing in the opposite direction.

Throughout his underground boxing career and military service, he faced countless opponents and enemies, developing a professional-level eye for combat skills in each battle.

The middleman, L, on the other end of the line looked like a young master with top-tier cybernetic implants; he probably hadn't even killed anyone. However, considering his status and wealth, he wouldn't need to lift a finger to kill someone if he wanted to.

The others...

That big guy was definitely a veteran of many battles, and he gave me a very dangerous feeling.

Of the twins, the blonde one seemed intimidating, but still within his comprehension. The other one, with red and black hair, was a bit too much—just looking at her was like seeing a sharp knife plunged into his heart, only a centimeter away!

very dangerous!

Terrible!

If he encountered this kind of enemy on the battlefield, he would definitely turn around and run away...

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 143 Temporary Teammates

After the introductions, Leo nodded to Vera.

The latter immediately opened the black box in his hand and placed it in the center of the table.

Inside are rows of identical discrete chips.

"I've prepared a lot, so take a look at whatever you want to see."

Hearing his casual words, Mann bent down, took one, and inserted it into the slot behind his ear.

A bird's-eye view of the Little Chinatown area appeared on the prosthetic eye, with red dots of varying sizes on it, which should be the targets of the mission.

Clicking on any red dot will first display the location information and the building's exterior.

The place he opened was an abandoned shop located in an alley. The hacker had already hacked into the electronic surveillance cameras at the main entrance and provided several pictures of the interior environment at the entrance.

Then comes a brief introduction: