Chapter 59: Chapter 57: The Earned Reputation

Speaking of Misty, Lille did recall something.

After he had first used Si Anweisitan’s device-less method to infiltrate Cyberspace in Atlanta, he saw a card.

The Wheel of Fortune, a major arcana card.

In the game, only V could see this, but for some reason, he saw it too.

"Lille, I’m glad to meet you, Jack said you’re quite a remarkable person."

"I might look ordinary, but I’m also happy to meet you, Misty."

Lille shrugged his shoulders and sat down, "Tarot cards, huh? I know some, but I don’t know how to go about doing... a Tarot reading."

"Let me try predicting what’s up next."

"People usually hesitate when they enter my shop, it’s rare to see someone like you."

Without much ado, Misty took out the Tarot cards and tapped on the crystal ball on the table.

With a crisp sound, Lille felt his mind empty.

[Removal of thoughts due to implants, remove influence?]

[Influence removed.]

Lille was stunned—did Tarot reading have a connection with implants?!

Misty, as usual, drew three cards.

"One representing the past, one for the present, one for the future."

"The first card, the upright Magician, signifies the beginning of events with skilled techniques and technologies implementing one’s will, achieving one’s ambitions."

"The second card, upright Death, indicates a fierce confrontation is approaching, your usual ideas and tricks will no longer be useful, a fight that’s literally do or die."

"The third card, the upright Chariot, shows a warrior on a chariot, driven by savage beasts to the battlefield, taking the initiative to secure victory."

"All dangerous cards, but as long as you maintain a strong will, success is attainable." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

This spread... can’t say it’s bad, but it basically foreshadows that one careless moment might cost you your life.

But then again, for a mercenary, these words sound like clichés.

But that prompt just now...

Originally, Lille wasn’t a superstitious person, but now he couldn’t help but consider if there might be some scientific principle behind Tarot reading.

A fierce battle? Was the Six Street Gang about to deploy a large force for an encirclement?

Jack smiled and patted Lille’s shoulder, "That’s something we’re never short of, Lille. Let Misty see what we’ve got at the Lama Armory, show her how strong our will is."

Lille’s expression was odd, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure—I was just talking to her about it."

Lille took out a separate surveillance chip, inserted it into the projector on the table.

You want to see this yourself—Lille thought.

In the footage, two people walk into a house, then Lille sits down and starts communicating with Roshan.

Then, Roshan, folding her arms, begins to talk tough.

But before she could finish, her expression suddenly changed, and in a flash, the machine guns in the four corners started firing!

Lille didn’t move an inch, Jack aimed his gun.

Up to this point, everything was normal, Jack even thought he looked cool—although not as calm as Lille.

However, the next moment, Jack in the surveillance foolishly patted his body—Roshan couldn’t see, but the camera saw it all!

Until Lille asked him for the gun, he still seemed a bit out of it.

Jack was dumbfounded—how could he have remembered himself as a ruthless assassin at that moment?!

"They say..." Lille slowly said, "people rewrite their memories, it’s a kind of protection mechanism..."

"Hey—Lille, don’t we still have a job to do, let’s go talk in the back!"

Jack slapped the button, the Separation Chip popped out of the projector, took back the Separation Chip, and almost dragged Lille towards the back door.

Misty let out a laugh—

This big dummy might look foolish, but he has no idea that the way he stepped up to protect his friend was actually very cool.

...

"Why is it like this?"

"What do you mean ’why is it like this’? The video can’t be edited, it’s just like this."

V had just stepped out when he saw two people discussing something.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Jack scratched his head, "Uh... nothing, have your Mantis Blades been changed?"

With a snap, V’s left forearm suddenly split open, and a blade as sharp as ever sprang out.

This was a type of deadly melee weapon hidden within the arm, accumulating energy within the body to deliver a chop capable of severing a person like the strike of a mantis, hence the name Mantis Blade.

Once popped out, it was mostly used as an exotic blade, excelling in surprise and secrecy.

However, Lille found it quite fascinating, "You only changed one hand? Didn’t change the rest?"

"I wanted to swap both, but old Wei said if I changed another hand, I’d have to undergo surgery on my kidneys and liver as well, told me to think it over."

Modify prosthetics wasn’t an isolated act, which is why prosthetic doctors were needed.

Take the Mantis Blade, for example, it converts biological energy into mechanical energy, housing a fat-energy conversion motor that burns fat and utilizes the energy from ATP hydrolysis to transform into the energy for the blade’s springing action.

This required the user to have a robust lung to inhale oxygen for the oxidation reaction to release energy, a strong heart for blood supply, and even a strong stomach to ingest nutrients from food daily.

As a complex mechanical prosthetic, the Mantis Blade also used the body’s own lubricants for routine self-maintenance during use, benefiting from the body fluid circulation like a real organ.

Of course, long-term use also depended on the care by a prosthetic doctor.

In the course of use, these lubricants would be metabolized and replaced with new ones periodically, hence there were also demands on metabolic organs like the kidneys and liver.

V, who hadn’t yet undergone modification surgeries in those internal areas yet could carry so many prosthetics, was truly uniquely gifted.

His physical attributes and reaction capabilities were definitely more than 16—old Wei had probably just filled in some fake numbers.

"So, with V’s gear squared away, Jack, you got your guns, right?"

"Of course." Jack pulled out two sparkling gold Nue from his pockets, "From now on, please call them the Golden Mean Mothers, Sadara is here."

Speaking, Jack turned to his side, the technical shotgun obtained earlier hung on his back.

Lille had made a minor adjustment, restoring the power limit circuitry and filled it with standard ammunition.

"So—the next target, Chesson Weston at ’The Factory’ market.

Armed up, let’s head out."

"Wait a minute, we’ve made a name for ourselves now—Saint Domingo is all covered by the Six Street Gang, how do we get in?"

Lille smiled mysteriously and pulled a small can of release agent from his tactical backpack, shaking it—if one was keen-eyed, they could see that about 10ml was missing from the can.

"Someone will get us in."

As he said this, a vehicle from the Red Ocher Tribe stopped by the roadside, driven by...

surprisingly, the Six Street Gang soldier they had let go on the night of the attack!

"Quick! Before others spot us!"

...

Father had just made a profitable deal and was sitting in the car, feeling good.

Since the goods were handled at a friendly price, the price he charged the Valentino Gang was also a friendly one, but definitely a bit higher than Lille’s so-called friendly rate.

It wasn’t just about saving money, actually, he made a little profit.

A small profit, boosted the arms strength of the Valentino Gang, and slapped the face of the Six Street Gang, no better business than this.

Ding-dong—

However, what rang was his subordinate’s phone, and as a big boss having a few flesh phones was quite normal.

Father nodded his head, signaling his subordinate to answer.

"Father, you sneaky old bastard, did you send that stupid squad from Burger King to screw with me?!"

"I..."

Father had already thought about what to say, but as soon as the sergeant spoke, he was stumped.

What the hell?