Cyber: 3 Intelligence, My Body is 100 Million Points Stronger

Chapter 82 Will it be related to you?
Late at night in Santo Domingo's Valley District.

Santo Domingo at night makes the gap between rich and poor in Night City more visible to the naked eye.
Wealthy places are brightly lit, and the night sky is brightly illuminated by neon lights. The streets are clean, the land is large and crowded, and there are so many entertainment venues that you can see a family within a few steps.

But in poor places, old-fashioned dim street lights are still used. The streets are dirty and sparsely populated. There are no beautiful sex dolls in old-fashioned nightclubs and bars, but there are original goods for you to play with. As long as you have money, you are not afraid of getting sick Just replace the prosthesis.

And a six-star, huge skull with a bright red 6 pattern on the head is plastered on any wall and alley of this road.

This is the gang icon of the Sixth Street Gang, which can be seen everywhere in Santo Domingo.

In a gun shop on this road, at this moment, the top executives of the Sixth Street Gang are having a meeting.

In the smoky room, in front of the round table, a man in a small vest spoke first.

"Michael, Faraday is dead." Donaldson said to Michael, smoking a cigarette and pushing away the chips in front of him.

There are still some weeds on his body. He looks young and short in stature, but he is actually over fifty years old because he is strong and capable.

Before he brought people here, Michael was leading people to play cards in the house.

Obviously, his presence spoiled Michael's interest.

Wearing a cowboy hat, the man with obvious red neck features raised his eyes.

He is Michael, one of the leaders of the Sixth Street Gang.

"Faraday is dead?"

"Dead, he died yesterday afternoon, our people received the news that night." Donaldson nodded.

The Sixth Street Gang is not completely united, but it is not as divided as the Sweeper and the Maelstrom Gang. At least, they always live in one area, both in Santo Domingo, and he and Michael are both leaders.

In terms of military rank, is that considered a rank?

Yes, because a large number of gang members are veterans, the status of the Sixth Street Gang is distinguished by military rank.

But Michael's power is much greater than Donaldson's. His territory is on the Coronado Farm, while Michael's territory is in the River Valley. Naturally, it is obvious to the naked eye which side has more money.

"I promised to bring someone to my site and tell me that he can help us solve some troublesome things. I agreed, but he went to see people in the morning and died in the afternoon?" Michael laughed, and laughed back with anger He raised his leg and landed on the round table with his military boots kicking away all the chips on the table. With a flick of his hand, the hand holding the cigar lit the lamp on the roof, and shouted loudly: "This is a goddamn thing!" A middleman with a corporate background?"

"This is the future star of Santo Domingo, Mr. Faraday, the multi-eyed man?"

"It's useless to say these things now, people are dead, Michael." Donaldson shook his head.

Michael raised his leg viciously, dropped it heavily, and vented his anger loudly: "Rogge that stinky bitch! We have no grievances with her, why is she targeting us? Isn't she always keen to suppress the scavenger? Is it? Why are you staring at us suddenly now?"

After listening to Michael's words, Donaldson paused, then lowered his head, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Suppression of scavengers. Where are the most rampant scavengers now?
Just fucking in Santo Domingo!
The Sixth Street Gang has changed now!
Many old people have quit the gang. In the current Sixth Street Gang, more than [-]% are young people. They dress up in military uniforms. As the Sixth Street Gang, they often bully ordinary people!

Donaldson alone knew a few things. A few daring second lieutenants led people to Charter Hill, cooperated with the scavengers, and kidnapped several young masters.

Although he was caught by the boss afterwards and severely punished, how could the Sixth Street Gang be with the scavenger in the past?
"What did the boss say?"

Michael looked at Donaldson and asked seriously, "I've already let the word out. If that bastard disagrees, I'll take the Sixth Street Gang to clean the commercial street."

"He asked you to reconsider and confront Rogge, which is not a good thing." Donaldson said.

"Isn't she just a little spare money?"

"Do you really think that Rogge just has a little spare money?" Donaldson looked at Michael and continued amusedly, "Don't you understand? The person who can be called the best mercenary by Silver Hand cannot just be someone with a little spare money." people, even if she's a woman."

Michael was silent.

After a while, he smoked his cigar and said, "Then... I will show her my last respect. I will not lead people to launch a surprise attack. I will announce the date in advance."

"Have you thought it through?" Donaldson said after a while of silence.

"I've figured it out, don't persuade me." Michael said in a deep voice.

"Okay, call me when the time comes, and I'll bring someone over to help you." Donaldson stood up and said to Michael.

"Oh, you don't want to persuade me anymore?" Michael looked at Donaldson.

"Anyway, we're in the same group." Donaldson put down his cigarette, turned around and said.

Military technology, its headquarters is located in Washington, one of the largest and most powerful companies in the world, with nearly one million employees and countless market valuations. Most of its branches are located in the Americas, while in In Night City, there is naturally a branch of military technology.

Today, Vesna finally received the email from above. Sitting in front of the computer, Vesna stepped on the pointed high heels with her meaty feet, and her toes touched the ground. She lowered her head and began to check the email.

"First of all, crack the two photos that have been completed"

Vesna looked at the two photos first, and the photos that had been increased by hackers became clearly visible. She looked at them and found that she had no influence on this person.

Her daily task is to investigate countless people. For this, she also implanted a brain prosthesis to impose memory, but she really has no influence on this person.

Vesna turned off the photo and looked at another email.

"File. Is he an ordinary person? Unidentified?"

Vesna frowned as she looked at the file information.

Although the photo became clearer and the person's profile could be seen, Vesna still had no idea how he created such a powerful explosion.

Just as Vesna was thinking, there was a knock on the office door.

Vesna put on her high heels on her little feet and turned her head to look, "Please come in."

The person who came in was a middle-aged woman with long yellow hair, wearing a neat spy uniform, and with long legs, she walked into Vesna's office.

It's the Chief of Operations for the Military Division, Meredith Stott.

"There is one thing I have to tell you." Meredith sat opposite Vesna, looked down and found a cigarette, and in front of Vesna, she lit the cigarette and put it in her mouth.

"What happened?" Vesna frowned, not because she was displeased with Meredith's behavior, but every time Meredith came to her, it meant that the military department was about to attack again.

"My subordinate told me not long ago that one of the middlemen who issued the mission died suddenly. I need you to check something for me," Meredith said.

"It's just a middleman. If you die, you will die." Vesna rolled her eyes and continued, "If your people make a fuss like your subordinates, then I have to at least double the number of things I have to do every day. .”

Meredith shook her head, "Of course it's okay if a middleman dies. It would be nice to find another one to help with the work, but that guy's task is not easy."

"You mean Arasaka?" Vesna, who was looking at the computer screen, turned her head and looked at Meredith and asked tentatively.

"Yes, today he should have announced the mission of stealing information from Arasaka's high-level brains. Now I don't know if he told us about us before he died, let alone whether those guys have anything to do with Arasaka." Meredith said coldly.

"If it's really what I think, then we won't be safe during this period of time."

"I understand. I'll send someone to watch today's city-wide video. By the way, do you know where he went?" As it was about Arasaka, Vesna also became serious.

"That guy named Faraday is very vigilant. He never lets others know what he does." Meredith shook her head.

"Okay, let's go, I'll tell you the news." Vesna waved her hand.

Meredith smiled, stood up, snuffed out the cigarette with her prosthetic fingertips, and left Vesna's office twisting her waist.

"Arasaka."

Vesna turned her head and looked at the screen. On her computer, the top window was still that photo.

She looked at the picture, squinted her eyes,
"Could it be related to you?"

(End of this chapter)