Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"You survived..." Mann poured half of the medicine Harry had given him onto his wound, and applied the other half to Dorio. Rebecca poured some medicine on her own head, and kept the rest. With Pira's help, Harry picked up his severed arm from the ground. He tried to reattach the arm with dichones, but the dichones weren't very effective. Even if it was reattached, it would look fine on the outside, but the internal bones and nerves wouldn't have healed. So Harry simply cut off his left arm again and kept it safe, waiting for the prosthetic doctor to reattach it later.

"Hey, Falco, wake up." Mann and Dorio worked together to flip the overturned Chevrolet over. Mann opened the car door, and Falco slid off the seat, sparks flying behind his ears.

After a while, Falco slowly recovered. He lay in Mann's arms, his eyes still closed, and reached out to give Mann the middle finger.

"Damn it, Mann, I'm not done with you until we've had a few drinks..."

Harry's wounds had been healed with the White Dictamnus. He broke free from Pira's support, had Pira hold his left arm, and walked up to Falco. "Falco, they're here to see me. Don't worry, I'll cover your drinks for the next few meals," Harry patted his chest.

"I'm telling you, you and Mann, you two bastards, you're not going to have an easy time," Falco said, sitting up straight.

"Okay, okay," Mann said with a smile. "Can the car still be driven?"

Falco gestured for Mann to help him up. He walked to the car, glanced at the Chevrolet that was covered in dents, and got in to try to start the engine.

The vehicle's engine trembled incessantly, emitting muffled thuds. Finally, after the hood was violently blasted away, the Chevrolet engine started, billowing thick black smoke.

"It can be driven, but as you can see, if we don't get it repaired quickly, it'll probably be totaled after another NCPD chase," Falco said, turning off the engine and sitting in the car.

"We don't think we'll have time to rest." Harry crossed one arm across his chest, intending to cross his arms, but then remembered he was missing his left arm and had to put his hands down. "Since those sons of bitches from the biotech company can send the Terrorist Mobile Unit to chase us, they can probably use even more methods. Every company has its own defensive trump cards, and the biotech ones haven't even arrived yet."

"Harry, you wouldn't be thinking of..." Mann looked at Harry, some unpleasant memories surfacing in his mind.

"Let's go find out about biotechnology!" Harry glanced at the now fully charged teleportation energy and continued confidently, "I know this mission is dangerous, so I plan to go alone. Their main target should be me, that way even if I get caught, it won't implicate... Ouch!"

Before Harry could finish speaking, Rebecca jumped up and smacked him on the head with the Crusher. "You alone? What can you do by yourself? If you're going to do anything, team up, you idiot!"

Mann tapped Harry on the head. "Let me tell you, Harry, now that you've joined us, you're one of us, one of this family. Sending your family to their deaths? Ha! Don't even think about it."

"I'm waiting for you to steal my sister away, so I won't have to support her anymore." Pila grinned and hugged Harry's shoulder, then threw Harry's arm to Rebecca. Rebecca quickly caught Harry's arm, glared angrily at Pila, and then swung Harry's arm at Pila.

"Just tell us your plans, and we'll help you," Dorio said, standing next to Mann.

"If you have a plan, get on the bus. This bus can still hold out for a while." Falco leaned back in his seat, glancing sideways at Harry.

"Alright, alright, I'll play along with you guys." Qiwei filled the bathtub with ice water again and prepared to lie down.

"I'll insert the jammer for you." Lucy also filled a pool with fresh ice water, ready to continue her hacking mission.

Harry looked at the people in front of him and smiled. "Sorry, it was my fault." He opened the back door of the Chevrolet, sat down, and dialed the priest's number.

[Communication connected]

"Dad! Help!" The priest was startled by Harry's shout before he could even speak.

"I can hear you, Harry." The priest rubbed his ears helplessly. "Speak, what is it? You wouldn't call me 'Dad' if it wasn't something important."

"I need the floor plan of the biotech company, the surveillance system, and the security setup," Harry said, getting straight to the point.

"Oh, biology... Pfft, what do you want?!" The priest couldn't hold back and spat out the tea he had just drunk. "What do you need that stuff for? What, did some middleman with a serious illness assign you a biotechnology mission?"

"You're the middleman with the serious illness, Dad," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. "The mission you sent Jamie Wick, that Jamie Wick volunteered to be a biotechnology experiment. After I killed him, the biotechnology team started targeting me. My team and I just defeated the Terrorist Mobile Unit, and I figured those corporate dogs wouldn't let us go. So, I wanted to strike before them."

"You..." The priest opened his mouth, then fell silent. After a long while, his voice came through, "I understand. I'll have someone bring the things to you."

"Thanks, Dad," Harry said with a smile after getting what he wanted.

"Even if I disagree, you'll still find someone else to help you, right?" The priest gave a wry smile. "Alright, Harry, remember one thing: even if you fail, it's okay, just come back alive."

"Don't worry, Dad, have you forgotten that I can still go to that world?"

"Promise me you'll come back alive!" the priest shouted into the phone.

"I'll try my best." Harry really couldn't guarantee he'd survive; this was far too dangerous.

[Communication ended]

On the priest's end, after staring at the end-of-communication message, he rested his chin on his hand and remained silent for a long time. He then instructed his most trusted person to deliver a package containing everything Harry needed to Mrs. Wells, so that Mrs. Wells could find someone to give it to Harry. As for what was being delivered, he only said it was something Harry would need for his next mission.

Once the room was empty, he took out a crucifix with one hand, made the sign of the cross on his chest with the other, and even knelt on the ground.

"Loving Heavenly Father, we thank you and praise you. You are the Creator of heaven and earth, and you watch over and protect us in our lives. Your faithful believer prays to you that my adopted son, Harry Sebastian Potter, may survive this trial. Amen."

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"The Terrorist Mobile Unit failed."

"It's alright, their failure means that this Harry must be an extremely good test subject."

"Then, Minister, how do we arrest him?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will either flee to the Badlands and escape Night City to end our capture, or he will come and fight us. We cannot rule out the second possibility: send our agents to the Badlands to find him. As for the company, let those guys out."

"Those guys? Could it be...!"

"It's them. Although the whole world believes they disappeared in that nuclear explosion, they still exist..."

"Gene-overlapping soldiers".