Chapter 415 - 387: Night City People Far from Home

The little traitor’s name was Radriro, and he was currently lying in a hospital bed.

That day, he was the only one who survived because he knew where Wully would come from. When the fight started, he hid.

But he still got a piece of grenade shrapnel in his head, requiring a minor surgery to remove it.

Now, a prosthetics doctor was conducting a follow-up examination on him.

The prosthetics doctor, wearing a mask, said to Radriro on the hospital bed, "You’re recovering well, but it’s best to repair the skull to seal the wound."

"Do it!" Radriro waved his hand boldly, "I’m about to get rich! Awesome prosthetics, cars... When I get the money, you’ll get your share!"

"Heh, your recent payments have indeed been swift. Don’t die—where exactly did you make a fortune?"

"I found a long-term gig... Hey, don’t ask. Anyway, once I find someone to make a connection, I’ll have plenty of money!"

Right, I remember you said last week that you got an authentic prosthetic eye from Qilusi? Install it for me!"

"Awesome, it looks like you really hit it big. Lie down."

Radriro lay in bed with a delighted expression.

This city was like this: as long as you had money, you could get more prosthetics, and the more prosthetics you had, the stronger you became. The stronger you became...

The more you had.

A badass Mackinaw flashed in his mind, and he thought about how the people in the car fought.

He wanted to become that kind of overwhelmingly powerful person too.

To become that kind of person, he needed money: Hot had a lot of money, Javier had a lot of money.

Leeching off these wealthy bastards, he could make money, a lot of money.

The prosthetics doctor gave him an injection of anesthetic, but this time, the anesthetic was special.

Radriro had long since sold his original eyes, and his visual nervous system was already connected to a cyber modulator, so replacing his eyes only required a small amount of anesthetic and pain blockage.

But this time, the doctor injected him with a drug that was enough to paralyze his entire body.

At first, the kid didn’t notice anything strange until he saw the doctor stand up, take off his clothes and tools.

Once he started feeling strange, he wanted to speak—but he couldn’t.

His body was paralyzed, his prosthetics were shut down...

He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

What was the doctor planning to do?! He was a frequent customer!

Had the doctor started using drugs? Or was he addicted to Super Dream? Had he run into debt?

Was he being sold to the Scavengers?!

Creek.

The clinic door opened, and he saw two cops wearing NCPD uniforms walking in, relieving his anxious heart:

Even though everyone hated the cops, hated corporate dogs, in Haywood, the Scavengers were the real scum!

Working with the Scavengers and betraying a customer would make any prosthetics doctor unable to survive in Haywood!

"Is it him?" The cop looked at him with disgust. "Looks like a decent young man."

"It’s him, I’m sure."

"Okay, I’ll issue his death certificate first."

Radriro’s mood sank to the bottom again!

What’s going on?

What he didn’t know was that several Valentinos had already arrived outside the door, and none of them were small fry.

Father had already told them someone colluded with Hot and betrayed their own.

These Valentinos lined up outside, giving this obscure character his due respect.

Radriro’s heart was full of confusion and fear, as the headlights of a car shined through the window onto the opposite wall—

The operating bed slowly lifted, and he saw three familiar people walk into the room...

They were the same three brutes he had just been thinking about!

Jack stepped forward, revealing tattoos from his days with the Valentinos, and pulled out his golden "Bad Bitch."

The dark barrel was pressed against Radriro’s forehead.

Jack’s deep, cold voice echoed:

"Did you think you could get away with selling out your own people in the job?"

Radriro felt a paralyzing shock: they knew about his betrayal!

As a street kid from Haywood, he despised betrayal himself; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so angry at the prosthetics doctor he suspected of selling him to the Scavengers...

But he just wanted to make money to become stronger!

He wanted money, he wanted to be strong, he wanted to become top dog, the big boss, what was wrong with that?!

Countless excuses flashed through his mind, but the anesthetic did not give him a chance to speak.

Bang!

...

Radriro’s body was carried away in a Valentino Mackinaw.

The deterrence would be relayed to the other Valentino bosses present, and then to their underlings.

To be honest, the Father had a lot of clout, but to get all these bosses here on his own, it was like both sides were giving each other some face.

But having Lille’s trio involved made it different, and strictly speaking, the Six Street Gang affairs benefited them too.

This action elevated their momentum even further.

Once people had left, Jack burst out in loud laughter:

"Haha! This feels great! Pulled it off again!"

The burly Jack swung his arms vigorously in front of his chest and then moved them up and down, looking quite excited.

"Can you act normal?" Lille said helplessly, "You get this excited over such a small thing?"

"Eh, you don’t get it, showing off is best done at home. There’s no place like Haywood to show off...

And you know, I actually knew a few of the guys who came just now. If I hadn’t listened to my mom..."

"Then you wouldn’t get these opportunities now." V cut to the point, "So, you want to write a summary about this in your little notebook?"

"Don’t even say it, I do plan to use this small story as a reference for the second rule.

Guidance books always have annotations, right? I’ll use this story as an annotation, add more content, and give people more to consider..."

"Annotation for what? Don’t betray your comrades?"

"Not exactly, more like reminding people reading this book to keep their eyes open."

V clicked her tongue: "Didn’t expect a rough guy like you could be so cultured, knowing how to write a book."

Then she looked at Lille: "So, what’s next? I remember we were investigating the rogue AI."

"Yeah, rogue AI. The weapons in Wully’s hand were indeed purchased from Munemasa, and he has lots of other good stuff too.

These things came from Taiping State, with a... local from Night City helping him smooth relations, thriving handsomely."

Hearing this, Lille’s expression turned somewhat odd.

Because he knew this person.

"Who is it? A local from Night City managed to connect with Europeans so quickly?"

"To be precise, it’s a local from Night City who fled to avoid trouble... Jack might have heard of him, his name is Dexter Deshawn."

Jack’s head popped up in surprise when he heard the name:

"Wow, this guy was huge, the most badass fixer in Night City... once.

He reportedly got into trouble in Taiping State over a year ago and took off. So he’s the one doing all this?"

"To be precise, he seems to be involved in a lot. If you’re in the right place, even a pig can fly."

In the original storyline, the Europeans hadn’t chosen to settle in Night City.

But now, the Europeans needed someone to help them break into this scene—

Funnily enough, Dexter DeShawn, the former famous fixer of Night City, happened to be overseas.

An overseas fixer with local connections was the best choice for them.

And this fixer didn’t waste the opportunities given to him by the European bosses; Munemasa found him, and he was happy to collaborate—

Munemasa had lots of money.

And in the original plot, this Dexter was the patron who brought Jack and V into Afterlife, issuing that scam of a job.

Lille pondered a bit and decided to discuss this finding with Blais.

[To: Blais]

[Lille: Found a lead, Dexter DeShawn. Know the name? He has connections with Munemasa.]

[Blais: That brainless idiot?!]

[Blais: Alright, alright, alright...]

Blais seemed to have quite a grudge against DeShawn, full of resentment in his words.

Lille was waiting for more advice from Blais, but the other side suddenly went quiet.

[Lille: ?]

A moment later, Blais slowly replied.

[Blais: Just now, the ward where Hot was staying got bombed.]

[Unstable energy is about to explode]