Chapter 264 - 245: Invitations from Super Corporations

The second to arrive in the suite was Mercedes.

"It’s been a few days, and you’ve brought me a big gift, just say what you want."

Mercedes crossed her legs and lit a cigarette for herself.

Lille passed a chip over.

"Take a look."

Mercedes inserted the chip.

[Cargo List: MediCombatExo-3 type × 10]

[Description: Combines military-grade durability with the precise operation required in the medical field, a mobile battlefield hospital, various types of combat stimulant manufacturing factories.]

Upon seeing the first item, Mercedes furrowed her brows tightly, "Military-grade exoskeletons are impossible; their appearance in Night City would have serious consequences."

"What about on Evil Land?"

Mercedes sighed helplessly, "Really impossible, pick another—though if you intended to use it on Evil Land, there might be room for negotiation."

"Then how about some super tanks or ACPA armor, the kind for combat?"

The cigarette in Mercedes’s hand almost fell out, "...be realistic."

"It seems your level has dropped quite a bit. What about medical personnel prosthetics for the same purpose?"

"What you’re asking for is a bit beyond my expectations. I can adjust these—they’re all military-grade, not cheap."

Mercedes pulled up a long list of data from her database.

Lille picked out several from the list.

[Model: Precision Operation Assistive Prosthetics PAA-3 type]

[Description: Used for highly precise pharmaceutical production operations, such as drug packaging, experimental procedures, etc., with built-in mini cameras and magnifying glasses, compatible with laboratory tools, can automatically change tool heads.]

[Model: Multi-Function Medical Prosthetics MTA-4 type]

[Description: Features highly flexible joints and retractable fingers, suitable for delicate surgical operations, built-in mini sensors for accurately measuring pressure and temperature to ensure surgical safety.

The surface is coated with antimicrobial material to prevent cross-infection, integrated with a tactile feedback system providing a true sense of touch]

[Model: Remote Medical Operation Prosthetics TMA-5 type]

[Description: Integrates high-speed data transmission technology and precise motion capture system to ensure the accuracy and immediacy of remote operations]

[Model: Medical Rescue Specific Prosthetics RTL-2 type]

[Description: Designed specifically for emergency and battlefield rescue missions, with high strength and durability, built-in medical kit, suitable for various harsh environments.]

He selected a pair of each type, causing Mercedes’s face to darken. After finalizing his choices, Lille also picked a few other function-specific prosthetics as decoys.

Lille shrugged, "They’re all mass-produced goods; I’m not planning to sell them, so what’s the rush."

"..." Mercedes wanted to say something but then held back, and continued to look at the contents of the chip, "Are you planning to open a hospital?"

"Continue looking."

[Cargo List:]

[Small Arms: Crushers × 200, Omaha × 50, Ajax × 200, Achilles × 50...]

[Heavy Infantry Firepower: Rocket Launchers...]

Mercedes didn’t continue reading upon seeing this—the familiarity of it all.

In full count, the quantity was indeed quite substantial; enough to arm a battalion.

"All these military weapons, have you finally decided to establish a gang? Military Technology can support you, and we could collaborate long-term."

"No, it’s for my personal use. Is that not allowed?"

Mercedes’s face darkened, "This is no fun. You’re asking for too much. I have to cut the order by half, and none of these items can appear in the city."

"That’s fine, I guess." Lille was somewhat regretful as he placed a chip on the table, "The chip is here, check the goods."

Contained within the chip was a list of NCPD personnel involved in the incident, which would play a significant role in the upcoming political struggle of Night City.

Of course, the NCPD was just an appetizer, the important thing was to threaten the members of the NCPD Board: Night City politics.

Having confirmed that the list largely matched most of the intelligence from Military Technology, Mercedes cracked a smile.

"...Not bad, not bad at all. Are you sure you don’t want to sign a longer contract with us? We have a long history of collaborating with Lone Wolves, Morgan Black Hand, Waylan the Old Snake...

With our help, you could surpass them."

As these names were mentioned, Jack, who had been calm, suddenly felt a surge of different emotions—

Military Technology was suggesting they could surpass those legendary names he was well familiar with!

V noticed Jack showing signs of getting worked up and patted his shoulder, "They are impressive indeed, but we’re not bad ourselves now."

Jack, coming back to his senses out of curiosity, asked, "Speaking of which, is Morgan Black Hand still alive?"

Mercedes smiled faintly, "Hard to say—are you tempted?"

Lille shook his head, "Not at the moment."

"That’s too bad. Based on our good cooperation, I’d like to give you some personal advice: Politics is a murky business, and as a Lone Wolf, it’d be best not to get too deeply involved, lest you end up soiled."

However, Lille suddenly countered, "Speaking of which, people on your side of Military Technology don’t have the same quirks as Fort, do they? Better to ask upfront, to avoid trouble falling on your heads later."

Mercedes suddenly looked at Lille and started laughing, with a laugh that seemed a little... suggestive:

"As far as I know, people on our side all like blondes with big butts—what about you?"

As she spoke, she flipped her own blonde hair.

Jack suddenly felt an increased weight on his shoulder.

Lille shook his head, "Not interested. Alright, if there’s nothing else, you can leave. I’m quite busy here."

Mercedes still maintained her smile as she pulled out a piece of paper with an address on it from... her ample chest.

"You won’t know if you’re interested until you try. If you want to give it a shot, come here."

After saying that, she walked away. Lille hadn’t even taken the piece of paper yet, and V snatched it up, sneering, "Heh, a motel... Didn’t expect a corp dog to go to places like that...

You wanna go? You like that type? You don’t look like a pure American, do you?"

Lille chuckled, "Am I looking for death? Once I undress, the moment they scan the Si Anweisitan on me, hundreds of martial men with military technology will burst in."

"True... So, you like blondes with big butts?"

"Don’t like them––that’s enough, Kantao’s people have arrived, let’s be serious."

V looked suspicious, glanced at Jack, then at Lille, and quietly shook his head.

Whir––

Kantao’s guys in black suits entered, placing two briefcases on the table as soon as they walked in.

"We don’t like this place. Let’s get straight to the point."

"Okay," Lille nodded agreeably.

"First off, we want the operational data from the several Si Anweisitan runs, and the reward is a free upgrade for your prosthetics."

Lille shook his head, "It’s not that I don’t want to give you the data, but the prosthetics have suffered hardware damage, I can only give you information about the damage."

"Broken?" The Kantao representative sounded surprisingly pleased, "That’s even better, we still need those data."

Lille raised his hand to indicate he hadn’t stated his terms yet: "Not so fast, I have an additional condition: I’ll do the repairs myself, you just need to provide the equipment and materials.

Also, I’ll need something for neural repair."

"That’s possible. The stuff you need is in the box, as long as you can find someone suitable to perform the nanosurgery, you can do it yourself.

But nanosurgery is no simple thing, I suggest you be cautious."

Talking to Kantao’s people was always straightforward, and the first deal was quickly settled.

He opened the first briefcase, and Lille immediately scanned the nanosurgery robots for neural prosthetic repair.

Programmable, disposable, a very apt setup.

Lille stroked his chin: The people Kantao sent were always different, which prevented him from getting close. Additionally, each person basically maintained the same style.

It felt like... you were always facing a very vague whole, rather than individuals like Mercedes or Blais.

Of course, except for that time helping Zhu Shen, when it came to personal matters, their styles still varied.

While scanning the equipment, he also inserted a chip to verify the goods.

After finishing the verification, Lille spoke first, "I guess the second matter is about the smart weapons we use—we can cooperate."

Finally, the Kantao representative showed a hint of surprise—this meant that Lille had correctly assumed they wouldn’t continue to fuss about the origin of the weapons.

The two sides seemed to have a tacit understanding.

The Kantao representative nodded, not wasting any more words, and opened the briefcase.

"Based on your combat habits, my company has made weapon adjustment plugins and also provided corresponding vehicle weapon adjustment plans.

There are two conditions, one is data feedback, the other is advertisement promotion; we will make some ads based on your experiences.

If you can provide some real-time material, like from Super Dream, that would be even better."

Lille nodded and handed over a second chip.

The Kantao representative revealed a bit more surprise: Lille was directly handing over the chip, not preparing it on the fly.

This showed that the other party either had many plans prepared, or had indeed known the company’s preferences well.

Either possibility was a trait Kantao appreciated.

Beyond this style of conduct, Lille’s numerous transactions also revealed his own considerable technical ability and extremely high initiative...

Apart from that, his choice to wrap up the H8 skyscraper issue also showed that Lille had a strong personal side—strong, but not recklessly so.

Upon comprehensive consideration, indeed, he was a prime choice for the company’s upper management.

So, the Kantao representative moved onto the last matter:

"If you consider not being a Lone Wolf anymore, Kantao Company would be very pleased to offer you a job."

Having finished, the Kantao representative left with the goods, neat and tidy, without any superfluous items.

Meanwhile, Jack and V exchanged glances then looked at Lille: "Is he talking about you? It seems he didn’t include us?"

Lille thought for a moment and said, "His Eastern languages are poor, he misspoke, the translator malfunctioned; it translated a few extra words."

"Oh."

"Hey, your turn now, stop playing with the VR headset, did you see the skill of your brother here?"

With that, Lille poked Blais beside him, who slowly put down the VR headset.

This device ensured that while waiting on the side, he could only perceive what Lille wanted him to perceive, and play some online games when there was nothing else to do.

Blais looked conflicted because apart from the topics they needed to discuss, he also had to present Lille with a job offer.

In one day, three giants had thrown olive branches to Lille...

And these corporations symbolized power and wealth.

Yet, this man had no intention of joining any of them, not even wanting to sign a long-term contract.

The world is truly crazy.