Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

The intelligence department of the biotechnology company building.

A chip lay quietly inside the information extractor, while the intelligence department's corporate dogs gathered in a circle, watching the extracted video data.

"Have you found out who this person is?"

"Minister, this guy is called Harry Potter, full name Harry Sebastian Potter. He's a 16-year-old mercenary living in the Heywood area, with 67% cybernetic enhancements. He's the youngest mercenary. It's been confirmed that if he undergoes further modifications, he has the potential to rival Adam Hammer or even kill him."

"Where's the little girl next to her?"

"That girl is named Rebecca, 21 years old. Due to premature implantation of a prosthetic body and malnutrition, her body can no longer grow and can only maintain the appearance of a child. Her potential is not great."

"Bring them all back; more test subjects are always better than fewer."

"Understood. Should we still send tasks to the middlemen to lure them over?"

"No, this time we should arrest them directly, charge them with damaging company property, and get the NCPD to help. That will be faster."

"But what about regular NCPD..."

"If they dare to resist, we'll send in the Terrorist SWAT team. As long as Harry Potter survives, Rebecca doesn't matter."

"clear."

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"Victor! Harry is dying!" Mann and the others rushed to Misty's morgue. As soon as Misty saw the unconscious Harry in Mann's arms, she immediately led them to find old Victor. Mann, carrying Harry, smashed open the basement door (yes, the door that opened to the left and right was knocked down), and Rebecca followed closely behind into the clinic.

"Quick! Put him on the operating table!" When Old Visto saw the unconscious Harry, he didn't ask any questions and immediately had them put Harry on the operating table. Then he sent Main and Rebecca out and he and Misty began to perform surgery on Harry in the operating room.

Outside the operating room.

"What happened, Rebecca?" Mann asked Rebecca from outside the operating room. "How did Harry get injured like this? Did your assassination target have some kind of deadly weapon?"

Rebecca shook her head, and a few more sparks appeared behind her ear in the slot. "The target of this mission, that idiot, felt he had nowhere to turn, and then the biotech guy called and asked him to do an experiment for them. If it was successful, they would not only solve his problem, but also give him a set of military cybernetic body."

"So, you were fighting with the biting dogs that the biotechnology team kept specifically for this purpose?"

"No, those biotech guys didn't even send dogs. They just had a few researchers go there to modify Jamie in the cyborg doctor's operating room. The modification was successful, but Jamie turned into a cybernetic psychopath, a six-meter-tall cybernetic psychopath, who killed all those biotech bastards. That's what Harry and I were dealing with."

"Six meters...six meters tall!?" Mann was shocked by Rebecca's description. He tried to imagine it and realized he had absolutely no concept of an enemy of that size. "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Harry could kill an enemy of that level!?"

"Harry used his prosthetic body, which I don't know what model it is, to cause that big oaf to short-circuit electromagnetically multiple times before finally killing him." Rebecca viewed Harry's magic as a kind of hacker prosthetic body capable of constantly short-circuiting electromagnetically.

"How are you? How serious is your injury?" Mann asked Rebecca about her condition.

"Ah, the brain-computer interface is fried, and the prosthetic eye can only see things now. The brain-computer interface is still sparking, and we'll have to get a new prosthetic body later," Rebecca said, rubbing the back of her head.

About two hours later, the operating room door was reopened.

"There's nothing particularly serious. It's just that S.A.S.S. was working too hard, which put too much stress on Harry's brain. Plus, his adrenaline levels were at their lowest, which is why he had a lot of bleeding and was weak. He'll be fine after some rest. Remember to give him suppressants every day." Old Vyne said to Mann and Rebecca, who were sitting outside, as he walked out of the basement.

"That's good, it's good that nothing happened." Mann breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Harry would die on his first mission after just joining their team.

"Victor... Doctor?" Rebecca nudged old Victor's leg, gesturing for him to look down.

"Just call me Lao Wei," Lao Wei said, bowing his head. "What's wrong?"

"Old Vivi, my brain is burned out, and my prosthetic eye is almost ruined. Can you still have another surgery?" Rebecca looked up at Old Vivi and asked.

"Come in." Victor didn't waste any words and turned to walk towards the operating room.

"Okay, I'll wait outside." Mann sat on the floor again, bored, waiting for the surgery to end.

Two more hours passed, and the operating room door opened. Harry and Rebecca, who had just finished the surgery, came out together, with Old Vine following behind, chattering on and on, but Harry just listened with a forced smile.

"I know, Vee, I won't do it again next time," Harry said with a smile.

"You'd better do that," Old Vil said to Harry with a serious expression.

Harry watched as Old Man Vermouth walked back to his clinic, then turned to Mann and said, "Let's go. Everything's alright for now. The commission is done, but I have a feeling this won't end so easily."

"Why think so much? You and Rebecca, what you need to think about now is to get some rest. This was due to an intelligence problem. We didn't expect that biotechnology would create a monster. It has nothing to do with you." The three of them said as they walked.

"Excuse me, routine check." A female NCPD officer walked up to them. Before Mann could speak, the woman quickly scanned the three of them with a scanner of unknown brand. When the scanner displayed "match successful," the female officer immediately drew her pistol and pointed it at the three of them.

"Harry Potter, Rebecca, you're under arrest for vandalizing company property! Now, put your hands on your heads and kneel down!"

Harry and the others almost burst out laughing at this overconfident cop. Mann pulled out a Drow Ranger from behind his back, its eight barrels pointed at the NCPD's head.

"roll."

The female cop was somewhat frightened. Looking at the eight dark gun barrels in front of her, she unconsciously dropped the gun in her hand to the ground.

"Alright, get in the car. I'll have Falco take you back." Mann put away the dagger in his hand and beckoned Harry and Rebecca to get in the car.

Harry and Rebecca nodded and got into the car through the back door. Mann opened the front door and got in as well. Falco started the car and turned on the radio after everyone was in. He wanted to play a song, but instead of a singer's voice, he heard the sound of the NCPD dispatching.

"Attention all NCPD members, target status updated to 0-3 (repeated). Mission status updated to 0-3. Suspect vehicle located; detailed report being sent."

"Damn it, that courtesy name!" Mann cursed. "Falco, hurry up and drive, lest those cops come over."

"Got it." Falco jerked the steering wheel, the Chevrolet's wheels hissing, and then he floored the accelerator, pushing the car to 90 kilometers per hour.

More and more NCPD police cars were arriving behind them, and armed vehicles like the "Demon Dog" were also gradually catching up, but they didn't fire because they were in the city.

"Damn it, Falco, can you go any faster?!" Rebecca shouted at Falco as she loaded Sadara's magazine.

"Hold on tight!" Falco accelerated again, and Chevrolet's speed soared once more. Seeing that they couldn't catch up, the hounds behind them opened fire on Harry and the others.

"I knew it wouldn't be good. Those biotech company bastards still came looking for trouble." Harry carefully placed the Yinglong sword, preparing to open the backdoor and attack NCPD.