Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

However, after a moment of stunned silence, the man immediately shouted to the old captain. He was overjoyed and looked at Ke Ling as if he were a god. Ke Ling had completely healed him!

"Please! Save those children!"

After shouting to the old captain, the man looked at Ke Ling and pleaded with her, treating her as his savior, since Ke Ling was more effective than those corporate dogs.

"Mr. Ke Ling, how many more people can your medicine save? What's the price?"

The old captain nodded to the man, then turned to Ke Ling and asked him a question. Ke Ling was quite perceptive; he didn't resort to moral blackmail but instead asked about the price first.

"Let's not talk about the price now, saving lives is the priority."

Ke Ling waved his hand, not mentioning money, which made the old captain ponder for a moment. Of course, he knew that sometimes what is free is the most expensive, and what is not costing money may be more important than money.

“I’ll go get the children. Give the medicine you have to the children first; they are the future hope of Santo Domingo.”

But the old captain didn't think much of it, because for them, nothing was more important than getting the children treated.

Whatever Ke Ling wants, as long as he is willing to treat the children, Santo Domingo is willing to give it to him. Even if they don't have it, they will risk their lives to get it for Ke Ling.

"Send those with severe symptoms first, and don't exceed 150."

Based on the amount of Rc inhibitors used earlier, Ke Ling estimated that it would be enough to save about 150 more patients. He didn't have many Rc inhibitors with him, but he didn't use too many in one surgery either.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing "150," the old captain's eyes lit up. In the past, they would risk their lives on a single trip and only manage to save a dozen or twenty people. Now, they could save 150 at once—what more could he ask for?!

Chapter 136 Ke Ling's Experiment

“Mr. Ke Ling, Santo Domingo will never forget this kindness.”

After Ke Ling cured all the children with severe symptoms, the old captain Muammar Reyes held him in the highest esteem. This was because these were 150 vibrant lives, representing the future of Santo Domingo.

"Will Santo Domingo forget that your old captain's word doesn't count, and that people's hearts are fickle, especially when they're just a bunch of kids?"

Ke Ling shook his head with a smile. He wouldn't believe such a thing. To elevate it to the level of the entire Santo Domingo was a bit of an exaggeration. After all, once the base is large, some monsters and demons are bound to appear.

"Is this why you don't want those children to know where they were treated? Are you worried that they will leak the information?"

The old captain paused for a moment. Ke Ling had arranged things very discreetly. None of the children knew where they had been treated, nor did they know who had treated them.

“That’s right. I don’t care whether Santo Domingo forgets me or not, as long as you, the old captain, remember me. Compared to other people’s verbal gratitude, I trust your loyalty more.”

As Ke Ling spoke, he extended a hand to the old captain, who solemnly shook his hand.

“I, Muammar Reyes, may not represent the whole of Santo Domingo, but I do have some influence. From now on, Mr. Ke Ling, if you ask me for anything, Muammar will never refuse.”

The old captain solemnly stated his promise: Ke Ling had chosen to trust him, and he would repay him.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. I'll try to get some more medicine so that more children can use it."

Ke Ling nodded in satisfaction. The old captain's integrity was still very trustworthy; he was a breath of fresh air in Night City.

"Can we help?"

The old captain immediately asked, as Ke Ling had already told him that a special medicine must be used after the surgery, otherwise the person who underwent the surgery would fall into a deep coma.

Although the old captain didn't quite understand what was going on, he knew one thing for sure: that condition was very dangerous, so surgery could only be performed when medication was available.

“You can’t get involved. You can’t even see any related information on the market. This is something you can’t access.”

Ke Ling shook his head and began to emphasize the importance of Rc cell inhibitors. The more difficult the surgery and the more precious the drug used, the higher the value of the favor. This tactic was still very effective on the old captain.

""

The old captain paused for a moment. He didn't really believe it. As the most prominent middleman in the Santo Domingo district, a figure who could be considered one of the most influential in Night City, he didn't believe that he couldn't get what Ke Ling could. This was the confidence he had after so many years in Night City.

Even the most precious medicines can be obtained if you have enough skills. Even drugs that are still in the experimental stage may leak out.

Moreover, the old captain knew many people in the company. The reason they were able to keep robbing medicines and equipment to treat patients was because of the intelligence provided by informants in the company.

Maria Spacs, the person in charge of the project that caused the Santo Domingo water pollution, is now their informant.

They initially approached the guy with the intention of revenge, but after catching him, they learned that these company dogs were also victims, drinking contaminated water, and the company had never told them the truth.

Maria Sparks had some conscience, so she chose to cooperate with them, providing them with information about the company's transport teams from time to time so that they could secure the medicines and equipment needed for treatment.

Although these stolen medicines and equipment cannot completely cure diseases, they can at least help patients alleviate their suffering, make their lives easier, and allow them to live longer.

Most importantly, their constant efforts to secure medicine and equipment to treat patients allow those suffering from water pollution-related illnesses to feel that they are still cared for and that they still have value—something the government cannot provide.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this, Muammar. If it were really that easy to get, I certainly wouldn’t keep it to myself and let you get it. Wouldn’t that be easier than me doing it myself?”

Ke Ling saw through the old captain's thoughts. It was normal for the old captain to think that way, after all, he was a well-informed middleman, and the old captain must have been very confident in his intelligence network.

"Regarding this drug, I'll just give you one example: Devor Collins. You should already know how dangerous this stuff is, right?"

Ke Ling did not directly reveal his identity, but mentioning Daivo Collins should make the old captain understand the dangers involved in the drug and make him hesitate to take it.

"A biotechnology company?"

Sure enough, the old captain frowned as soon as he heard the name Daivo Collins.

That "Undying Demon" has been a top figure in Night City for some time now, and Santo Domingo also has a "Demon Gang," so he naturally knows a lot about it. If this potion is on par with Davo Collins's level, then they really can't reach it.

"you"

The old captain grew worried. Could Ke Ling really get his hands on this highly classified drug again? It was far too dangerous!

The old captain was naturally worried about Ke Ling's safety. After all, Lao Wei had told him that this medicine was only the last step, and Ke Ling's treatment was the key. Without Ke Ling, the illness still couldn't be cured, so Ke Ling absolutely couldn't be allowed to get into trouble.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, don't worry about me."

Ke Ling's expression was serious. He was going all out with his act, and no matter how experienced the old captain was, he couldn't withstand Ke Ling's elaborate scheme.

Besides, everything Ke Ling said can withstand scrutiny. Even if the old captain tried his best, he would not be able to find any relevant information. Just like when he searched for information on Dave Collins, where would he find something that simply did not exist?

""

The old captain remained silent, his expression growing increasingly complex. He owed this person a debt of gratitude far too heavy; he could never repay it even with his own life.

"I won't send it to you."

Ke Ling naturally understood the principle of moderation, so he didn't say anything more and simply said goodbye to the old captain.

The old captain got into the car and left with a melancholy look on his face. He was clearly a little unhappy that he couldn't help.

However, he wasn't completely helpless. At least he could help Ke Ling sell her goods. With his help, Ke Ling's contraband shop's market expanded considerably.

Unlike the priest, the old captain was already in the "used car business," and he had a wide network of connections, which came in handy.

"This old captain is something else!"

Just two days later, V exclaimed that she and Jack had been running around delivering goods for the past two days. The old captain had received a lot of orders, including meat, fruit, tea and all sorts of other things, which was much more efficient than what they had done with the priest.

Of course, the priest's side has the advantage of stability, as they are all regular customers, so there's nothing to worry about. The old captain's side, on the other hand, is a mixed bag, with all sorts of people, so there are more things to be careful about.

"Is this here?"

Jack drove up to a four-story building. It was a large property, but it didn't look like a place he could afford.

"Cheer up."

V narrowed her eyes. She had also noticed the problem. Although they had earned a lot in the past two days, they had also encountered problems they had never encountered before, such as people deliberately tricking them into coming out to double-cross them.

"Damn it, is it so hard to make money honestly? Why do you have to come looking for trouble?"

Jack stopped the car, slung the bag of goods over his back, and drew his two guns. He cursed as he entered the building.

V also pulled out an Ajax. This is how it works in the black market: first, you have to have the ability to protect your goods, otherwise you can only accept your bad luck if someone steals from you.

The two entered the building and soon arrived at the trading room. The people they encountered along the way were used to this, but they all quickly kept their distance, afraid that they might get splattered with blood if a fight broke out.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Jack Wells took the lead and knocked on the door, while V watched his surroundings warily from behind, his prosthetic eye gleaming.

"Click."

The door was opened, and two gaudily dressed men blocked the entrance.

"Have you brought anything?"

A man with a mohawk asked, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke that went straight into Jack Wells' face.

"I brought it, but where's the money?"

Jack took a step back, his expression grim. This smoke didn't look like ordinary cigarette smoke; these guys were probably too high.

"Let's take a look at the goods first."

The man with the rooster-like hair reached out to grab the backpack, but Jack slapped his hand away.

"Look if you want, but don't touch me."

Jack opened his backpack, which was quite full of goods, including meat, fruits and vegetables, and tea. The group ordered a lot of things.

"Okay, okay, everything's pretty complete, come in."

Jack slapped the man with the mohawk, and he bared his teeth, rubbing his hand as he stepped aside. Jack Wells's size wasn't for nothing.

Jack glanced at V, the street girl squinted, her expression gradually becoming excited. She nodded and followed him inside.

The two had barely entered when the door was closed. The room was filled with smoke, and several people were watching V and Jack with mocking expressions.

"Ha, there's a little girl too. You're in luck today. Don't try to take her from me."

A burly man stood up, his eyes fixed on V. The "girl" he was referring to was none other than V from the street.

"boom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out, and the big guy fell backward, a bullet hole clearly visible between his eyebrows. His expression was a mixture of lewdness and astonishment, making him look quite comical.

"Shut up if you can't speak."

V's voice rang out, and her prosthetic eye had already marked everyone in the room.

"If you still want the goods, pay up quickly."

Jack scratched his nose and spoke to the bewildered thugs.

"Damn it! Kill them!"

This really stirred up a hornet's nest, and the thugs immediately came to their senses.