Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Harry and his friends boarded the wobbly Chevrolet, and Falco floored the gas pedal toward the Biotech Building, where the contact the priest had mentioned was on King's Road.

The journey was uneventful; even the passing NCPDs didn't bother to glance at their beat-up car. Unsurprisingly, this was a major development by the biotech company. The Chevrolet smoothly drove onto King's Road. The contact was incredibly strong, even wearing military-grade embedded armor, and had a S.A.S.L.T. on his back!

"Is the Sinwiss system so common now?" Mann was a little doubtful. Could it be that the Sinwiss system was already outdated before he even installed it?

"He must be a veteran, a poor guy who got fired by the company," Dorio whispered in Mann's ear.

"You're Harry Potter, right?" the middle-aged man said. "This is your information for your next mission, soldier."

"Who sent you? Who are you?" Harry asked the veteran in front of him, looking at the contact information the priest had given him through his prosthetic eye.

"Who my superior is, I can't say." The veteran strictly kept the secret. "I am Lieutenant James Norris, soldier. Here are your files."

"It's him, but he seems disoriented now. If this continues, he risks developing cyberpsychosis," Harry said in the team channel, then took the package from the lieutenant and casually replied, "Understood, sir."

Lieutenant James Norris, however, seemed quite agitated. He probably still thought he was in the midst of war, but Night City was now "peaceful," and no one would call him "sir" anymore. Harry's "sir" touched the deepest part of the poor lieutenant's heart.

"Do your job well and come back alive, Harry Potter." The lieutenant straightened up abruptly, gave Harry a military salute, and said, "Good luck, soldier."

Harry was touched by the veteran's sincerity and tentatively returned a salute. The lieutenant's voice trembled slightly, and his stiff, emotionless tone gained a touch of humanity. He patted Harry's left shoulder, his hand resting where his left arm should have been, sighed, and said, "The war will end," before turning and leaving.

Watching the lieutenant walk away, Harry turned to Pira and asked, "Is there any hope for this lieutenant?"

"There is a way, but he needs several people around him every day to play war games and occasionally shoot a few people on the road to simulate 'war.' He's completely mistaking his hallucinations for reality, so simply dismantling his prosthetic body is useless," Pila said. This lieutenant could be saved, but first, he's in Night City, and second, he has no money. These two things are tantamount to a death sentence for him.

"Never mind, I didn't ask." Upon hearing the treatment terms, Harry immediately abandoned the idea of ​​getting treatment; he didn't have the spare money or time to deal with it.

"Alright, let me see the priest's information."

Harry inserted the chip into the slot behind his ear and projected the data onto the team channel.

The first floor is not complicated, and is even a bit rudimentary. The only threat is the constant surveillance and the ever-increasing manpower. The place Harry needs to go to delete his data is the 37th floor. According to the information given by the priest, twenty-five more skilled men will be sent to reinforce the first floor.

"Only 25?" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"It's probably at the same level as that big monster, otherwise there wouldn't be so few of them," Rebecca said. She was the one in the team besides Harry who had the most knowledge about bio-engineered humans.

"Don't be discouraged so quickly. Look around for other entrances, like a back door or something." Mann carefully reviewed the documents, trying to find loopholes in the building.

"There's a loophole." Lucy's voice rang out, and the building blueprints in the documents rotated, revealing the garbage disposal pipes at the back. "You can get in here."

"This will definitely be filled in eventually. The people in the company wouldn't leave such an obvious loophole here," Qiwei retorted.

"That's still better than a direct assault." Lucy disagreed with Qiwei's opinion, believing that a breakout was possible there.

"What time is it? Stop arguing." Mann interrupted them. "Here's the plan: nighttime operation. After their employees leave work, Harry, you, Rebecca, and Pila will sneak in together. Rebecca, Pila, you two absolutely mustn't fight amongst yourselves, or we'll all die."

"Understood." "Don't worry." Pila and Rebecca said at the same time that they wouldn't cause trouble on such an important matter.

"Dorio, you and I will provide support for Harry and the others down here. If anything happens to them, we'll immediately draw the guards' attention and relieve their pressure."

"understood."

"Lucy, Kevy, do everything you can to help Harry break through the biotechnology data firewall. Make sure to delete all data related to Harry."

"Harry, if possible, not only should those documents be deleted, but I think you should also go and check out their intelligence and experimental departments. Those research fanatics won't stop until they get what they want; kill as many as you can if you can."

"Now, everyone take a break."

Everyone agreed on the allocation of Mann, and Harry chose to go back to the car and sit down, with Rebecca sitting next to him.

"Harry, your arm... there's a prosthetic doctor around here..." Rebecca asked, looking at Harry's missing arm.

"No need, I'll get my arm reattached after this is over." Harry refused Rebecca's suggestion, afraid that something unexpected might happen. "You rest first, I'll think about this map some more."

"You need to rest too," Rebecca said. "You were the most seriously injured among us, fighting against the Terrorist Mobile Unit members all by yourself."

"Pira's the same, he's fighting alone too, isn't he?" Harry laughed, then twisted his body and slowly reached his hand toward Rebecca's head.

"Brother, he can't be considered fighting alone. He'll be in hell soon enough," Rebecca said, but there was still worry for Pira in her eyes. "I'm sitting to your left, why are you still putting your hand on my head? Is it an automatic head lock?" Rebecca said to Harry, but she didn't resist and let Harry's hand rub her head.

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Night falls quickly, but in Night City, the concept of night is particularly thin. Neon lights, GG signs... all kinds of lights flash, illuminating Night City into a city that never sleeps.

"Prepare for action."

Mann said, and then the group got into a car and drove to the company square.

Falco parked his car in front of the Contau Building, waiting to pick up all his team members after the mission and escape immediately. Mann, holding his newly bought Zoe shotgun, sat on a bench in the square opposite the biotechnology building with Dorio, who was carrying Sadara. Harry, Rebecca, and Pila the cat were in a corner of the building, searching for vulnerable areas to patrol.

"I checked later, and that entrance is now guarded by security."

"Damn, they're really tight on security," Rebecca cursed under her breath.

"You said the priest's information says 25 more people, right?"

"What's wrong? Is something the problem?" Pila peeked out and was also startled.

"You're telling me those guys are human?!"

Several three-meter-tall figures stood in front of the company gate. They had wings on their backs, which was obvious because wings, as a means of flight, could not be fully cybernetically modified, only partially. Their legs were three times thicker than those of ordinary people, and they were even equipped with jet accelerators. Their arms were not only fitted with mantis blades and projectile launchers, but their hands had been removed and replaced with various weapons. Their eyes and mouths were covered by masks, making them completely invisible. These were genetically engineered soldiers using biotechnology. There were 25 of them, which was an absolutely terrifying number.

"Damn it, are these biological researchers' imaginations limitless?!" Harry muttered, but at that moment, a genetically engineered soldier turned his head toward Harry, as if he had heard their voices. After reporting to someone who seemed to be an officer, he walked toward Harry.