Chapter 66: Legendary Middleman

"V, it looks like you're going to be successful, but I still have to advise you to try to have as little contact with people from Ye's company as possible. They say AI is the future of the company, but I don't think so."

"That thing is really weird. Even LA companies have to be careful when dealing with roving AI. Ordinary people like us should try to avoid it if we can."

Victor was very wary of Ye's large-scale introduction of AI. The company's senior executives only thought about how to use AI for their own benefit, but never thought about what to do if they were used by AI.

In Victor's view, everything has two sides, and AI is a double-edged sword full of hidden dangers that can hurt both the enemy and oneself.

"Thank you, Lao Wei, I understand."

V nodded seriously. Of course he would listen to Victor's words. He would try to avoid contact with dangerous things like AI as much as possible.

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The front door of Victor's clinic, the psychic hut.

Misty looked at Jack Wells, who was smiling, and couldn't help asking, "Jack, you seem to be very happy today. Did something good happen to you?"

As a childhood sweetheart who grew up in the same neighborhood as Jack, Misty could easily see the little secrets in Jack's heart.

"Hey! I'm very happy every day. This is the way to live a satisfying and relaxing life!" Jack Wells chuckled, "If there's anything good that happened to me... it's you."

Misty was delighted by Jack's glib words, but she still snorted and continued:
"I don't believe it. Every time you and V go out together, you must have taken a job somewhere."

"I guess this time, you two are definitely going to fight someone somewhere, right? Or else, you're going to steal something!"

Jack Wells was very surprised, Misty was worthy of being a fortune teller, her intelligence was almost as good as Einstein, nothing could be hidden from her.

"Hey, okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Immediately, Jack confessed to Misty:
"I recently received a big deal from a middleman. Once this deal is completed, I will be the first legendary mercenary to leave Heywood, and my old friends in the Valentino Gang will definitely be proud of me!"

Becoming a legend in Night City has always been Jack Wells' dream, and now all he needs to become a legend is this one deal.

Looking at Jack, who was so excited that he was shaking his head, Misty just asked worriedly: "Is this dangerous?"

She doesn't care whether Jack can become a legendary mercenary in Night City, nor does she care whether others are proud of Jack. The only thing Misty cares about is Jack's safety.

As long as Jack could come here to see her every day, Misty would be content.

In response to Misty's concern, Jack Wells gently held her hand and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, baby."

"V and I are both invulnerable. Even bullets have to avoid us. We will be safe."

Misty buried her head and smiled faintly, then she stuffed a small object into Jack's palm. She looked into Jack's eyes and said, "This is a small gift from me to you. Only the two of us are allowed to know about it, and you are not allowed to tell anyone else!"

"What is this? Is it a chip?" Jack Wells looked at the small biological chip, somewhat puzzled.

"Don't worry about it, just plug it in. Don't sell it. I'll check it regularly!"

"If I find out that this thing is no longer on you, I'll beat you up and that's it."

Misty knew very well that Jack and V were inseparable buddies, and if Jack had any benefits, he would definitely share some with V. But there was only one chip, and Misty was not so shameless as to ask Leon for more.

"Don't worry, baby, how could I sell the things you gave me?"

Jack Wells inserted the chip into his brain-computer slot. Just when Misty wanted to say something more, V, who had finished his work, came out.

Seeing Jack and Misty holding hands and talking intimately, V scratched his nose a little embarrassedly and said:

"Jack, why don't you move in with Lao Wei so that you don't have to miss each other every day."

Jack felt a little embarrassed after hearing what his good brother V said. He coughed twice and immediately changed the subject and asked, "How are you, V? Are you feeling better?"

"Don't worry, at least you won't die now." V waved his hand.

"You can't die, V. If you die, our chance to become famous will be gone."

"Speaking of which, when exactly are you going to tell me about your big surprise? Are you lying to me on purpose?"

V put his hands in his pockets and glanced at Jack.

"Of course not. Let's go back to the car and talk."

After he finished speaking, Jack Wells said goodbye to Misty and returned to the vehicle with V. He kept this matter very secret, fearing that other people would know the news.

"V, we're doing a big deal this time!"

Jack couldn't hide his excitement. He gesticulated and described to V how important this job was. It was obvious that he was sure to get the deal.

"Dexter Deshawn, he is the middleman for our business, the fat black Jesus from the Next Life Nightclub, weighing over 300 pounds, with big golden arms, an absolutely genuine legendary middleman!"

"DeShawn..." V seemed to be thinking about something. He heard that this middleman had quit a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he would come out again and assign them a job.

To be honest, V was not really interested in this deal. What he really wanted to do was go to the LA company and find a proper job there.

There will always be a day when you get tired of fighting and killing, but isn't it nice to be with Lao Wei, Misty, Jack and the others like now?

But becoming a legend in Night City has always been Jack Wells' dream, and as a good brother, V doesn't want Jack to feel regretful.

"Okay, let's take this job, just this once." V nodded and agreed.

"Hahaha! V, I told you we were always on the same page!"

After learning that V was willing to take on the task, Jack excitedly called the middleman DeShawn, and the two sides soon agreed on a meeting place.

Ten minutes later, V and Jack Wells got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and met Deshawn, the middleman of this mission.

DeShawn was just as Jack had said, a dark-skinned fat man weighing about 300 pounds, with a gold prosthetic on his right hand. He looked like a nouveau riche.

The thumb-thick Cuban cigar slowly emitted a cloud of thick green smoke, which made V want to cough, but he had to force himself to hold it in.

(End of this chapter)