Chapter 606 - 577 News Arriving Late (Foster Fathers, I Have Two Things to Say)

The EBM Peizhuo Petrochemical Stadium was an important location in Dog Town, and blowing it up had clearly enraged the Netherworld Dogs.

At this moment, you could see the soldiers surrounding the stadium in layers, patrolling with heavy machine guns swaying through the streets. Everyone was being questioned, and drug addicts who couldn’t speak clearly would be slapped until they spoke.

"What are you here for?"

The face of the Netherworld Dog was covered with a tactical mask, a bulletproof mask made of synthetic materials. Inside, circuits and electronic components were integrated, connecting with tactical helmets and goggles. The larger surface area allowed them to paint some tactical designs—

But these designs often turned into gang-style ghost faces in Night City.

This guy stopped a passerby from Burger King, Lille, who was sitting in a wheelchair and spread his hands: "Do you think I can do that kind of work?"

The soldier scanned Lille and then began scanning his wheelchair.

Although the wheelchair used a lot of Chroni Titanium Armor Plates removed from Da Mai for its frame structure and shell, it was electroplated with a matte metal coating on the surface, which reduced electromagnetic interference and concealed its appearance.

It must be said, this wheelchair was not a conspicuous device in Night City, but in Dog Town... it was too eye-catching. This rundown little town hid a lot of high-tech, but all of it was military grade.

(Add some wheelchairs)

Therefore, Lille deliberately added some meaningless decorative circuits in the gaps of the shell. Coupled with its luxurious leather seat and ergonomic design... it was easy to believe this was a very expensive second-hand wheelchair.

Why second-hand? Because the shape of the Chroni Titanium Protective Shell didn’t completely fit the wheelchair. After all, Lille didn’t have the equipment to process Chroni Titanium. Fortunately, the armor was made in pieces; otherwise, he wouldn’t even have had the chance to use it as armor.

A wealthy disabled person buying a comfortable second-hand luxury wheelchair, then modifying it himself, sounded just like a desperate mercenary scavenging for high-end second-hand prosthetics on the black market. Very reasonable.

With this understanding, the burly Jack and the vigilant V became dedicated bodyguards, forming a clear picture in the soldier’s mind about Lille’s identity.

But the soldiers of Dog Town—if they weren’t arrogant, could you still call them soldiers?

"Yo, a disabled person in Dog Town, and you like performance vehicles too? Riding in such a wheelchair, here to race? What are you here for?"

V was about to make a move, but Lille waved his hand, signaling Jack and V not to spew any trash talk or make a move.

These soldiers were mostly recruited from the streets. Using street tactics would only provoke them. When intimidation failed, Jack and V would only have one option left: to fight. Otherwise, they would be stifled.

However, Netherworld Dog soldiers might be intimidated, but they would never be cowed by weapons: no matter how weak they might seem, they were still soldiers.

So using street methods would only make the situation awkward.

"Business."

"Haha~" The Netherworld Dog soldier laughed. "What kind of business? Selling fully automatic Ziv Wheelchairs?"

Lille also laughed before the big soldier could realize what was happening, laughing in a way that made the big moron a bit puzzled.

Lille looked at the time displayed on the monitor beside him: "You’ve already wasted half a minute of my time."

If you keep pestering me, I’ll kill you first and then give Hansen a discount of €50,380 on the business settlement list."

The Netherworld Dog was stunned. If Lille had drawn a gun, he might have started a fight, but Lille didn’t. Instead, he spoke a lot of weird things.

Then the disabled man pointed to the nearby heavy machine gunner guarding a street corner.

"See him? His equipment is worth €30,000. The remaining €20,380 can buy an immigrant as strong as him on the black market.

€50,380 to upgrade a troublemaking, idle idiot into a fresh new machine gunner, Hansen definitely wouldn’t refuse."

The Netherworld Dog guy was completely stunned. He didn’t really understand the fierce words but the precise calculations...

Jack stepped forward at the appropriate moment, crossing his arms and wrapping it up: "Get lost."

The Netherworld Dog guy scratched his head awkwardly and retreated with small steps: "Uh... sorry, sorry. Go ahead..."

Watching the Netherworld Dog guy turn and leave, V placed a hand on the wheelchair: "Just like that? You’re quite good at bluffing."

"Just like that, or do you really want to start a fight? It’s a crackdown period right now. If you cause trouble here, there will be no business to do."

"But you lied about Hansen..."

"So what? His lackey is too dumb to be fooled, and besides, there might be a chance in the future."

Jack pushed the wheelchair, and the three began to leave the EBM Stadium.

Though a vendor had just left unfortunately, business hadn’t stopped at all; in fact, it was booming, as everyone wanted to fill Sofia’s vacancy.

In short, the situation here was very complicated: the attacking illegal intruders didn’t leave a bit of information, and the Netherworld Dogs guarding the black market all seemed to have vanished.

Defeating a Netherworld Dog squad, including two combat mechas, in such a narrow space with overwhelming superiority demonstrated quite high combat proficiency.

And the illegal intruders... this name would be applied to wanted criminals outside Dog Town, but here...

For now, except for special wanted criminals like Burger King, Dog Town’s illegal intruders only fell into two categories: corporate employees or NCPD.

Eliminate the NCPD, and it had to be the corporate employees.

Network Surveillance sneaking in certainly wouldn’t cause such a commotion, so the situation needed further investigation—

[Contact: Mr. Hans]

[Mr. Hans: How’s the situation?]

[Lille: I can only tell you it’s definitely not the NCPD. As for who it is, I can’t say.]

[Mr. Hans: No other information? Like from the network?]

[Lille: I’m not a Netherworld Dog; you’ll have to ask them about that.]

[Mr. Hans: ...]

[Mr. Hans: Alright, you mentioned that sports training center before; I can try, but I’m not making any promises.]

[Mr. Hans: Let me confirm your request again: You want to send a kid for market testing to see if any teams would take him, right?]

[Lille: Yes, simply put.]

[Mr. Hans: You’re being too modest. Your request is not simple. You have to pose as a company for sponsorship, which is not easy at all.]

[Mr. Hans: He’s trying out for soccer, not an individual event. You know what I mean?]

[Lille: I understand. If Europe doesn’t work, playing in the Mexican league is also good.]

Because Mexico had won the Central America Wars and the collapse of its neighbor, the United States, it had developed quite well—

Better than New America, though with Military Technology and New America reuniting, there was some catching-up trend.

Europe’s professional leagues were, of course, the most influential and wealthy events in the world, but considering Europe’s environment, going there wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

[Mr. Hans: Not considering New American teams?]

[Lille: Mexico is preferable, but it’s not up to me. I’m just a salesman.]

[Mr. Hans: Hmm... I heard that recently the gangs in Night City started selling prosthetics of unclear origin but good quality. They all say it’s from the Vortex Gang and Tiger Claw Gang, but I know them—they can’t produce those things.]

[Lille: Knowing too much might affect your position.]

[Mr. Hans: Can’t I get something for my trouble?]

The armrest of the wheelchair had a floating panel. During non-essential times, Lille didn’t even bother using the Prosthetic System to manage information.

When attacking Taiping State’s Voodoo Gang, Lille had discovered they had already controlled Dexter and were trying to have Dexter handle the situation.

As a result, this fat guy became a server pressure relief valve during the Sea God Domain attack, bearing a large part of the attack and dying on the spot—

Sometimes, Voodoo Gang tactics were effective, but not this time. So Dexter died in vain.

In Dexter’s head, Lille found a document: This fat guy liked to hedge his bets nicely; not so nicely, it meant he was really afraid of death, always keeping leverage against others wherever he worked.

Munemasa helped him send many mercenaries in, but Munemasa himself wasn’t clear about those mercenaries’ specific situations; he knew.

[Lille: Previously, in that wave of fighting... right, you should know many foreign mercenaries have come to Night City, right?]

Hans remained silent.

Lille touched his chin: Now he understood, Dexter was actually just a hustler without substantial local industry or network connections.

Because he had no substantial industry or network, he could run around, take jobs that others considered too hot to handle, and cause major incidents frequently, leading some mercenaries and street kids to think he was a big shot.

In reality, when it came to work, the support, network, and manpower were all drawn from other territories.

So Dexter had taken some convenient channels here from Hans... maybe from Dog Town.

[Lille: But you surely don’t know Dexter had a reliable assistant.]

[Mr. Hans: What are you trying to say?]

[Lille: I mean, I know it’s not hard for you to get some information at the black sports venue here. I don’t even need you to forge anything, just pretend I’m part of any team.]

[Lille: I got a list from Dexter. Maybe you can compare it to your data and see if there are any unexpected guests.]

[Mr. Hans: Dexter? Dexter DeShawn? Wasn’t he captured by the Voodoo Gang? Where is he?]

Lille paused, suddenly realizing a problem: Hans’s intelligence network seemed to be less effective outside Dog Town.

Of course, this ineffectiveness was relative. For example, the destruction of Taiping State’s Voodoo Gang’s Sea God Domain had only occurred hours ago, and Hans wasn’t aware of it yet.

And Hans... Hans was already among the best-informed people in Dog Town. If he didn’t know about this, then the others...

[Lille: This involves another crucial piece of information: just eight hours ago, the Taiping State Voodoo Gang, Brigitte’s group, was completely wiped out by me.]

...

Hans was sitting in his chair with a worried expression. The news made him jump out of his seat—

He remembered that not long ago, he wished Burger King would come to Dog Town to take on his commission to deal with Hansen...

But now, they had really come, and he couldn’t even muster a smile!

No wonder the Voodoo Gang in Dog Town all hid away!