Chapter 983 - 28: The Old Man’s New Identity

Misty’s Spirit House.

Jack didn’t pass up the chance to be alone with his wife, volunteering to carry all the odds and ends and to redecorate the whole room with Misty.

"I know this, hang it above the cabinet to catch the power of the wind..."

Jack’s voice was emitted through a homemade vocal device attached to his throat, though it still differed from his original voice, it at least allowed communication.

Someone might ask, why not just send a message?

Of course, this feels more lively. It feels odd sending messages face-to-face—Lille taught that.

Misty set up the decorations, sat in her usual spot, propping her chin with both hands, her lips slightly curled upward, watching Jack, this big guy, carefully placing things up high.

To say the past two years were easy would be lying, it was impossible not to worry about Jack, especially seeing him change day by day into something...less human.

As the largest and most lethal frontal force in the team, perhaps his vitality was vigorous, capable of surviving even with half his body shot off, but others wouldn’t see it that way.

They all worried if one day Jack just wouldn’t come back...

Until Lille returned, that name seemed to have a magic power, although Jack hadn’t fully recovered, there was simply a feeling that the future would be increasingly better.

She could stay here, wait for this big boy to return, then talk face-to-face, have heart-to-heart conversations, discuss divination, news, family...

Jack didn’t hear any sound and felt uneasy, scratching his head and looking over: "Did I put it wrong?"

"No, I didn’t expect you to remember so clearly."

"Of course, anything you or my mom says, I won’t miss a single word! Right from the start, I said we could certainly come back, of course, I’d help you remember..."

As he spoke, Lille’s voice came from the back of the shop.

Hearing his own name, Jack paused, Misty stood up and hugged Jack—

"I actually don’t care much about the house, I just want to be in a place with you, go on, they’re still waiting for you.

Remember, no matter how far you go, I’ll wait for you to come back home."

Jack felt a warm flow in his heart.

Old Vic evaluated the prosthetics and biological enhancement technologies on him, and was amazed that even till today, he only occasionally suffered severe injuries followed by hallucinations.

If it were a regular person, they’d already become a cyberpsycho: in front of a madman are endless enemies, a desire to destroy everything, burning life in killing without hesitation...

He wouldn’t become like this because he still had to return home.

...

Jack’s problems were easy to solve, Lille just needed to use the dialysis equipment to purify the "additives" in the blood, and the situation would stabilize significantly.

Fiona couldn’t solve it, primarily because Jack had overdosed several times on Lizard Serum over the past two years—

To save his life when nearly dead, it was almost the only way, but the large-scale injuries led to extensive deficits in the Lizard Berserker component designed by Lille, the filter and suppressor itself were lacking, allowing the Lizard Serum to seep above the neck area.

Fortunately, Lille set the safety threshold quite low initially, if it had been set around the chin, Jack would have become a Lizard Man by now.

To suppress this change, Fiona injected a lot of suppressants into Jack’s body, and sometimes when suppressing too much or when needed, there was an overdose of Lizard Serum, fully being in a cycle of adding more water when the flour is too much, and vice versa, endlessly complicated.

Jack closed his eyes, darkness enveloped his vision.

[Jack: Lille, how are you planning to treat me?]

[Lille: You need to lie on the hospital bed for at least a week. I need to filter out the impurities in your blood first, then replace your prosthetics with new ones with fewer quantities...]

[Jack: So there’s no issue? I thought I’d die or turn into a Lizard Man.]

[Lille: For me, there’s no issue, but it’s a big deal for those who don’t understand this technology. After seven days, I’ll give you upgraded components.]

[Jack: I really love you, mano.]

Because Lille started injecting sedatives, Jack soon fell asleep peacefully.

In the clinic, Old Vic was treating Jack according to the method taught by Lille, while also adapting to the new drivers Lille installed on the equipment. Simply put, just like this city, had returned to operation.

When Lille left the clinic, V was sitting at the entrance, lazily admiring the sky not yet occupied by corporate drones—

"It’s been a long time since being this idle...though it feels like Miles will soon launch a frenzied attack, how do you feel?"

"Going back to the starting point feels good, especially when everything familiar becomes better."

"What are we gonna do next? Should I also upgrade my gear?" V straightened his spine, the backrest suddenly shot up, "How did Big Mac turn into a giant robot?

What technology is it? Is the Centaur Alpha Constellation’s Necromancer real? It must be alien technology..."

"In a way..." Lille thought for a moment, still deciding to give V some context, "It is indeed alien technology, even if explained you won’t understand."

"Are there really aliens?!"

"More complicated...you’ll know later. Your gear indeed needs updating, but not now, I need to check the data on you first to decide what to do—

Is the Spider Sense useful?"

"Very useful." V pulled off the little octopus on his head, rubbing its head, "If it weren’t for that thing, I’d have died many times. Is that also alien technology?"

"More complicated...let’s talk about the plan ahead—they’ve arrived."

The sound of floating cars came from the sky.

Arasaka Yorinobu also emerged from the alley not far away, looking like he had already made up his mind, appearing much more natural.

Cheers from the street echoed:

"...NCPD’s floating cars, there’s no gunfight here..."

"Idiot, they didn’t even sound the alarm! This must be a misuse of official vehicles...wait, NCPD doesn’t have floating cars,"

"Damn—it’s the Terrorist Mobile Team!"

Whoosh—

The wild wind blew, a gigantic Mackinaw brand floating car stopped in the narrow open space ahead.

This super sturdy floating car, while lacking in comfort compared to old brand floating models, as soon as armor, weapons, and a powerful team of cyber soldiers are installed, it becomes a world-class armed floating car!

This is the Terrorist Mobile Team’s floating car, the current standing armament of the Terrorist Mobile Team.

"Tsk." V clicked her tongue lightly, apparently still very annoyed with the Terrorist Mobile Team.

Lille didn’t feel much, or perhaps seeing the Terrorist Mobile Team using Mackinaw vehicles, he was quite pleased—

Very pleased to have one less internal faction needing to be cleansed.

Lille glanced at V: "Seeing former rivals turn into teammates is good, we don’t have a mortal vendetta."

"No mortal vendetta?" V rolled his eyes at Lille, "Don’t forget they ’killed’ you, and I’ve killed their people."

"But I’m still alive, and they’re the ones on the losing end because they’ve let go of the hate, what more can we say?"

V thought about it and agreed, but still turned her head away with irritation.

Can the Terrorist Mobile Team and Arasaka Yorinobu really come together?

Also, there’s David the tag-along and his buddies.

Lille’s plans remain a mystery.