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Although the horns are not skin or flesh, they are still part of his body, and they would probably not be spared from being exposed to the sun.

"I'm a doctor. If I have a bad memory and am forgetful, do you think patients can feel at ease?"

Old Wei smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Ke Ling could leave. He wasn't actually sure if Ke Ling needed it, but he still made a pair as a precaution.

What kind of service is this? Ke Ling's 110,000 yuan was totally worth it.

Ke Ling put on the leather "horn tube" and tried it on. It fit perfectly. Old Wei's body scan was not done for nothing.

Most importantly, this thing can connect perfectly to the scalp and also has optical camouflage capabilities, no wonder it's made of leather.

It was only when Ke Ling thought about it that he realized that his hair had already been shaved off once.

Although he still has his own hair on his head, it has been reattached to the outside of his subcutaneous armor.

As expected, the "baldness fitness method" cannot be practiced casually. Although he is not invincible yet, he is actually already bald.

So, does this count as baldness?

Filled with emotion and doubt, Ke Ling left Lao Wei's prosthetic clinic. As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw V, who was squatting at the door waiting for him.

"What's that look in your face?"

Ke Ling looked at V with some oddness, because this street girl was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"You really didn't use anesthesia?"

V looked at Ke Ling suspiciously. She had been listening outside the whole time, but there wasn't a sound coming from inside.

"That's natural."

Ke Ling raised an eyebrow, realizing why V had that expression. If he were outside, well, he probably would have the same expression.

"Brilliant."

After struggling for a while, V finally managed to utter this sentence: "You only realize how little you know when you need it."

"Small things."

Ke Ling appeared nonchalant, but of course, only he knew whether he was in pain or not.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the employer is about to call us."

V rolled her eyes, stood up and shoved Ke Ling, then she saw the bag Ke Ling was carrying, which was covered in blood.

"Could this be..."

V started speaking but didn't finish, yet the meaning was already clear.

"That's exactly what you think."

Ke Ling nodded, confirming V's idea.

What's wrong with saying this? He took those two eyeballs right away last time too.

The essence of life—father's sperm and mother's blood—is not to be wasted; the main point is that it cannot be wasted. Of course, this cannot be said.

"It's good to keep it as a souvenir."

V nodded, not finding it too strange, since what was being changed was ultimately her own belongings.

Ke Ling and V went upstairs and arrived at Misty's shop, where Jack Wells and Misty were having a lively conversation.

"Brand new? How does it feel?"

Jack Wells naturally saw Ke Ling as well, and he asked with a smile, since Ke Ling was now the most expensive among them.

"Om."

Ke Ling's figure disappeared after a burst of color, leaving only a blood-soaked bag floating in the air.

"Optical camouflage, looks pretty good, anyway, my prosthetic eye can't detect it."

Jack Wells nodded. This ability seemed quite valuable; if used properly, it could have remarkable effects.

"Unfortunately, the new model can't be installed. This old model of invisibility only works when moving slowly. Once the movement is fast, the effect becomes very poor."

As Ke Ling spoke, he suddenly waved his hand, and sure enough, the arm presented a very obvious strangeness in everyone's eyes, and it was very obviously exposed.

"Not bad at all."

V looked on with envy, still considering what kind of prosthetic body she should get fitted with.

"Let's go. Once this sum is spent, we'll earn the next one. With more money, we can naturally buy something better."

Jack Wells tossed his head with a triumphant air, speaking with great confidence: "That's how a cyber ronin should be."

After saying goodbye to Misty, the three of them got into the new car and headed to the mission location, the valley region of Santo Domingo.

"This is Sixth Street Gang territory. We'd better stay away from those bastards."

Inside the Thracian van, Jack Wells spoke with a serious expression, and judging from his demeanor, he didn't seem to have much affection for the Sixth Street gang.

“Yeah, especially you, Jack. You look just like a Valentino. I’m afraid they’ll shoot you.”

V chimed in from the side, her words tinged with schadenfreude. Although she was also from Haywood, she at least didn't seem to belong to the Valentino gang.

"Hmph, I'll smash their heads with my golden shrew."

Jack Wells muttered something. Although he had long since left the Valentino gang, his stance would never change, and he was still at odds with the Sixth Street gang.

The clashes between the Valentino gang and the Sixth Street gang in Heywood have been ongoing for some time, and their hostile relationship has a long history.

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Chapter 50 Rescue (Happy New Year)

Chapter 50 Rescue (Happy New Year~)

"A hapless company employee was kidnapped by a bunch of clueless bastards who demanded a ransom of 1,000,000 before they would release him."

Inside the Thracian car, Jack Wells explained the general situation of the mission to Ke Ling and V.

"This family is incredibly generous. They want 50,000 alive and 30,000 dead. Do you think they want the living or the dead?"

Ke Ling found it somewhat puzzling. Demanding to see the person alive or dead is usually a request made when someone cannot be found.

The target is still alive and well in the hands of the kidnappers, yet his family has already offered a price of death. That's really too generous of them.

"It's normal. If you can't pay the ransom, the company won't help you. Your chances of surviving drop by 80%."

In this situation, they have no choice but to try using people like us. If we succeed, everyone's happy; if we fail, we collect the bodies.

V, with an air of nonchalance, casually explained that she completely understood this family's thought process.

"No matter what, it's better than having the corpses sold to cleaners, isn't it?"

Jack Wells added something that sounded magical.

Living in Night City is no easy feat. At least this family has the savings to try, but most people are completely powerless in such situations.

"Jack, the kidnappers have sent over the rendezvous location."

The priest sent a location to Jack Wells, who was still the middleman for this mission, which is why Jack Wells readily accepted it.

"Get ready to work."

Jack Wells started the car and headed towards the rendezvous point, which the map showed as an abandoned factory.

Like the industrial zone in the north of the city, abandoned factories are also everywhere in the river valley area, but the reasons for their abandonment vary.

The Santo Domingo district, where the River Valley is located, is the oldest district in Night City. It survived several wars and has always served as a refuge for disaster victims.

After the major reconstruction, the disaster victims moved away, and the area was transformed into an urban industrial park and power plant.

The valley region is the industrial heart of Santo Domingo and is still under construction, only beginning to develop rapidly in recent years.

In 1949, after the Metal Wars, Arasaka returned to Night City. They occupied the port in Watson District, seized a piece of land, and built Arasaka Beach for their own use.

The entire Watson District was thrown into turmoil by Arasaka, and the North City Industrial Zone, which was already plagued by gang activities, rapidly declined as a result.

With no other option, the companies had to relocate south to rebuild their factories in the river valley area.

The old factories in the valley area were demolished and new factories were built one after another. Construction sites were everywhere, creating a bustling scene.

However, not all business investments are profitable. There are still many facilities that are not yet completed, some have become unfinished before they were even built, and some have already gone bankrupt and are waiting for a takeover.

These abandoned or unfinished factories naturally became hiding places for all sorts of shady characters, with the Sixth Street Gang controlling the vast majority of them.

"Could it be the Sixth Street Gang?"

V asked, a little worried. If it really was the Sixth Street Gang, then the difficulty of this mission would skyrocket.

The Sixth Street Gang is quite capable in combat. Their team includes veterans, former police officers, and former corporate security agents. The gang members have all received fairly professional training.

Furthermore, they also have arms smuggling channels and are well-equipped; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to replace the NCPD in managing security in the Santo Domingo district.

"I don't know. The client didn't say, and neither did the robbers, but those bastards do often do things like kidnapping and extortion."

Jack Wells quipped that the Sixth Street gang was, in his eyes, a bunch of scoundrels who did all sorts of evil deeds and had no good image whatsoever.

"We don't care whose people they are, we'll leave once we've finished our business."

Ke Ling did not agree with Jack Wells, not because he had a good impression of the Sixth Street gang.

In fact, Ke Ling didn't have a good impression of any of the gangs in Night City, except for the "Mox Gang," which was slightly better.

The Sixth Street Gang is certainly not a good thing, after all, it has now essentially transformed from a neighborhood self-defense force into a criminal gang.

Robbery, extortion, protection money collection, vehicle theft, and arms smuggling—the Sixth Street Gang, once dedicated to protecting the people, is now no different from other gangs that bully the weak in the community.

Jack Wells's viewpoint wasn't wrong, but that doesn't mean the Valentino gang, which was at odds with the Sixth Street gang, was any good.

The conflict between these two gangs stemmed from two main issues: territorial disputes and business conflicts. Essentially, they were birds of a feather.

The three of them drove to their destination and stopped outside the gate of the abandoned factory, where searchlights were shining on them.

"Here to pay?"

Behind the gate, which resembled a steel fence, a gaudily dressed man asked a question. He held a gun in his hand, which rested on the chain of the gate.

"That's right, to ransom them."

Jack Wells answered, trying his best to conceal his Latin accent.