In Night City, I was picked up by a female V

The veterans who are unable to make ends meet cannot afford the high cost of medication and prosthetic maintenance, so they have no choice but to join gangs and sell their weapons for a living in exchange for cheap sedatives to numb their painful nerves.

But there are also many veterans who are unwilling to fight with gangs and choose to do manual labor, such as serving as security guards, construction workers, etc., making a living by selling hard labor, and enduring the pain of prosthetics and drug withdrawal reactions alone in shabby rental houses at night.

Many people could not bear the mental pressure for a long time and turned into cyber psychopaths, killing people in the streets.

Police officers in Night City have publicly stated that at least four out of every ten cyberpsychosis cases are committed by veterans.

For this reason, the people of Night City are increasingly discriminating and hating these veterans, and their situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

Victor dealt with something similar.

As a prosthetic doctor, he helps some poor veterans maintain their prosthetics and disinfect them regularly at a relatively fair price.

However, this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. If these soldiers do not replace their military prostheses used specifically for war from head to toe, they will get into trouble sooner or later.

Either they commit suicide under torture, or they turn into cyber psychopaths and go on a killing spree.

But now, Bai Rui's prosthesis seems to have some effect.

Several retired soldiers who had no money to replace regular prostheses used Bai Rui's handmade Xibei products, but found that this half-plastic and half-metal prosthesis was gentler and did not put as much pressure on their nerves as other prostheses.

Therefore, it is normal for them to be grateful to Bai Rui for creating these prosthetic bodies.

"That's all I know. Why don't you let them tell you in person?" Victor turned to a gunman with a prosthetic right hand and said, "Anthony, didn't you want to thank Bai Rui in person? Now's your chance."

As soon as Lao Wei finished speaking, Anthony, looking excited, took a few steps forward. "You must be the famous Bai Rui, right? Thank you so much."

"My arm used to drive me crazy, but now I can finally sleep at night thanks to the prosthesis you made."

The man's tone was sincere and he didn't sound like he was joking, and the expressions of the other people were mostly the same.

It seems that the prosthesis I made has some unexpected therapeutic effects.

Looking at the man's milky white metallic prosthetic limb, Bai Rui was a little surprised.

This was indeed made by her. The prosthesis looks whiter because she used some hard ceramics instead of metal, but the efficacy should have nothing to do with this.

Her guess was that when she used artificial neural circuits with the help of the system, part of the command source for the prosthetic drive was moved to the skeletal brake and spinal nerve center, which greatly reduced the pressure on the brain nerves.

This design is actually a complicated and backward design. Its only benefit is that it reduces the cost of artificial neural circuits because there is no need for so many of them.

But unexpectedly, this backward design became a life-saving straw for the retired soldiers, which was something Bai Rui had never thought of.

However, Bai Rui did not speak, because looking at Anthony's excited expression, it was obvious that he had not finished speaking.

"Please let us work under you!"

The words were so shocking that Bai Rui almost choked when he heard them.

Chapter 27: Nobody? Or Famous?

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Bai Rui had a question mark on his face, wondering why the topic suddenly changed so quickly.

"They begged me before they came." Lao Wei said, leaning against the car. "But I think you are the boss of this business, so let them talk to you in person."

Bai Rui remained silent, and several gunmen were waiting anxiously.

"Old Wei, do you believe them?"

After scanning these gunmen, Bai Rui spoke.

"They are all my old customers, I have some connections with them, and as far as I know, they are all pretty good people." Lao Wei folded his hands and recalled the past. "So, I trust them."

"Well, since Lao Wei believes in you, then I believe in you too. I agree to your request."

Bai Rui said to the gunmen with a smile.

This was not a sudden decision.

Bai Rui and Victor's business is now picking up in Little Chinatown and Kabuki, and is developing at a good pace. Now it is a bit beyond the ability of just the two of them and one body. For example, in this hijacking, if they had some security personnel of their own, it would have been impossible for the other party to succeed.

Therefore, Bai Rui also thought about recruiting people.

And now, with these seven or eight veterans willing to work under him, Bai Rui naturally agreed.

They have Lao Wei's guarantee and are retired veterans. Their skills are guaranteed. How could Bai Rui not be satisfied?

"That's great, I mean, it's awesome!"

"it is good!"

Several veterans seemed very happy.

To be honest, they are so poor that they can barely make ends meet, but they are too embarrassed to join a gang. Now that Bai Rui is able to recruit them as security personnel, they are very happy.

"Well, from now on you are members of the Beehive."

Bai Ruiyi looked them in the eye and shook hands with them, then pulled Arnold over to introduce him to them.

"This is our general, a famous mercenary on the streets, 'Terminator' Arnold."

Bai Rui patted the silent Arnold on the shoulder and spoke to everyone.

"I know him, 'The Terminator', the famous mercenary."

"Shit, I've heard of that too. The one who works for Virginna Jones."

"I didn't expect he was also from 'Beehive', awesome!"

The soldiers seemed very excited.

Are you kidding? Such famous mercenaries are on their side, which shows how stylish and capable their gang is. You will definitely make a fortune by following them.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Bai Rui nodded.

This is the effect she wants to see.

There's no way, she looks too cute and doesn't look like a gang boss at all. It would be much better if Arnold was brought out. He looks like a ruthless person who can calm the situation without saying a word.

"Well, as we can see with our own eyes, this matter is settled, let's go back."

"Yes, BOSS!"

The gunners straightened their backs and saluted respectfully. In the past, they saluted to the Star-Spangled Banner in the army, but now, they saluted to their parents, the new "Beehive" organization.

"Old Wei, we can hire more people." Bai Rui patted Old Wei on the shoulder and called him. "This still depends on you. You are the local boss of Little Chinatown."

"But he has to be reliable, can't have a serious criminal record, and can't be a gang member."

"No problem." Lao Wei made an OK gesture. "Who doesn't need money these days? Some of my friends and regular customers are just in a time when they are short of money and work, so they will be happy to come."

Lao Wei readily agreed to the deal. He was sincerely happy to see Bai Rui's career develop so well.

"Thanks, Lao Wei. Let's go to the black clinic before we go back. I still have to go to the black clinic to get something, and Arnold's car is still there."

"Black clinic?" Lao Wei wanted to ask again, but Bai Rui got into the car, so he had to give up.

A group of four or five cars roared on the road, and no one dared to stop them. They turned a corner and arrived at the door of Charles Clinic, and Bai Rui got out of the car.

He smashed the window glass with a punch, reached in and opened the door, then Bai Rui walked in with a gun in his hand.

Picking up a frame, Bai Rui smashed the window with the butt of his gun. A shrill siren sounded, but Bai Rui ignored it. He quickly took out the valuable prosthetics one by one and stuffed them into the frame.

"Hurry up, everyone. Don't just stand there. We have to move quickly after we finish loading our things!"

Seeing that no one moved, Bai Rui turned around in confusion, only to see Lao Wei and his group standing at the door without moving.

"Bai Rui, you..." Without being able to explain how he was so skillful, Lao Wei squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Rui, the gangster, in disbelief.

"Uh, hehe..." Suddenly remembering that he might look a little embarrassed, Bai Rui smiled guiltily. "This black doctor is doing something illegal, and we are seizing ill-gotten gains. It's reasonable and logical."

Then Bai Rui told Lao Wei and the others that Charles and the scavenger were in cahoots.

Now they were finally able to help.

A few people loaded and dragged everything, and in less than five minutes they moved out everything in the clinic. It was truly a model of "zero-dollar shopping."

"Phew! What a day of hard work and harvest!"

The carriage was filled to the brim. Bai Rui was like an old farmer who had worked hard all day. He wiped the sweat off his face with a slightly tired look and looked at his harvest with satisfaction.

"Okay, let's run away!"

After closing the roller shutter, Bai Rui, feeling satisfied, quickly got on the truck and drove away.

She really made a fortune today.

Sure enough, the most profitable business in the world is the business with no capital.

With Charles's prosthetic body, Bai Rui took away all the scavenger's savings, which was considered a big profit.

Unfortunately, this kind of opportunity is hard to come by, otherwise, Bai Rui would have wanted to give up the troublesome prosthetics business and focus on punishing evil and promoting good in Night City.

And on the other side.

V, who was sitting in the back seat of DeShawn's black car and talking business with DeShawn, didn't know that during this period of time, his godsister and prostitute Bai Rui had already come back from having sex.

The muscular bodyguard Oleg was driving in the front, while V was sitting in the back seat, frowning as he looked at the 300-pound black-and-gold fat man in front of him.

With a big beard and half an arm made of pure gold, DeShawn's style is quite intimidating.

"Hello, Miss V." DeShawn said to V after taking a puff of his cigarette. "Let's talk about something else before we get down to business."

"Would you rather be a nobody, live a quiet life, and die in bed with a catheter inserted? Or would you rather be remembered in history even if you don't live to be thirty?"

It is definitely not a good thing to start by talking about life ideals.

V looked normal, but he was extremely alert in his heart.

Usually people who say this are either trying to cheat you out of your money or trying to trick you into losing your life, just like those guys who say they want to change the world.

"Are you going to test me?" V's cold voice sounded, and it was obvious that she did not get into the condom.

"No, just chatting." DeShawn said, raising his smoking cigar.

"Why... is there something hidden in your words?"

"No, Ms. V, this is called philosophy." DeShawn paused and continued.

"Listen carefully, I just got a big job. Compared to cleaning up the street cleaners, this is a once-in-a-lifetime job."

"Tell me, what kind of work do you have?" V listened carefully. She wanted to find out whether this guy was planning to use them as pawns.

People in the middle often exaggerate the facts, make all kinds of empty promises, and trick some mercenaries from higher up into paving the way for them. In the end, the bodies are not even collected and can only be thrown into the stinking ditch to rot.

If you don’t want to be abandoned, you must be smart enough to tell whether the offer from the middleman is a trap or not.

V has been in Night City for some time, and has learned a lot of lessons.

"There's a... prototype technology. A biochip, to be exact. Just get it to me. It's that simple."

"Heh... I guess it's the company's stuff?"

"Yes, Arasaka Corporation." DeShawn said the incredible name in a calm tone. "You should be fine."

"Yes, no problem. I'll just die." V rolled his eyes. Arasaka Corporation, any fool would know that it is one of the giants in Night City. "Night City is Arasaka's territory. Who dares to mess with them?"

"No venture, no gain. That's the number one rule of afterlife," DeShawn continued, letting the smoke from his cigar drift.

"Besides, I'm not stupid, I won't leave any clues. This job must be done secretly. Do you understand what I mean?"

"What should we do? Do you have a plan?" Seeing DeShawn's face that looked like he had everything planned out, V became a little curious.

"First, I have some issues with the Uzumaki guys that I need to take care of first."

"Then it's very simple. You have to go meet the client, but she is very anxious now and wants to negotiate with us."

Taking a puff of his cigar from time to time, Dexter Deshawn told V the general information of the mission.

The client was Evelyn Parker, Genting's top star and a regular at Lizzie's Bar.

She wants the biochip from Arasaka Corporation.

And she didn't know what was wrong with her and wanted to meet the man who worked for her. This actually violated the rules of Night City. Clients and mercenaries negotiated through middlemen and rarely met. But who can blame them for being rich? So the rules had to be changed flexibly at this time.

As for the Uzumaki Gang, it’s not the Uchiha Gang that wants to cause trouble for them, it’s Dexter’s own business.

The Vortex Gang stole military technology equipment two weeks ago, but the people in the company don't know that it was actually the Vortex Gang that was behind it.

Among the stolen items was a small combat robot called "Flathead", a prototype that was the crystallization of military technology. DeShawn asked V to get it for him.

DeShawn originally spent money to buy it from the Vortex Gang, but the problem was that the original transaction partner was the gang boss Brick.

As a result, a few days after the deal was reached, Brick was killed by his brother and friend Simon Randall, known as "Royce" in the underworld.