Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Call Reminder

【Mann】

[Connected]

"Harry, you..."

"I received that call."

On the other end of the phone, Mann fell silent. He had thought it would be a simple task, but it had turned out like this.

"Let's get together sometime. If it was a call from a company employee, it's unlikely to be as simple as just making a phone call to shut them up."

"Understood. You'd better be careful lately. I suspect there are still people watching you who want to silence you."

"I will be careful."

[Call ended]

Harry slumped into his chair. He didn't dare tell the priest about this mess, fearing that the priest would be targeted. No matter how powerful the middleman was, he couldn't outmaneuver the company. For those corporate bastards, changing the head of a region was as easy as changing a prosthetic body.

"What is all this about..."

Harry stood up, intending to close the window, but as soon as he reached it, four or five people from the Tricky Masters immediately came into view through the wall. They were all there to keep watch, well-equipped and very professionally hidden. If Harry hadn't had his Organic Soul, he wouldn't have been able to spot them.

"Damn it..." Harry cursed under his breath, then locked the window and drew another curtain.

"Military technology..." The weapon the person keeping watch was carrying looked like standard military equipment. Khalili lay back on the bed, recalling the entire process of the mission and the mysterious new middleman, trying to find some clues, but there were none. The mission went too smoothly, so smoothly that he was too lazy to look for anything out of place.

"Now we can only pray that Kierkegaard and Lucy have made some progress," Harry thought to himself.

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"Ika, would you like to be attached to me?" David, his face bruised and swollen, asked S.A.W.S.Ika, who was lying on the computer desk.

In the morning, David was still thinking about going to school and making his mother feel more at ease when she woke up. Gloria's complexion was getting better every day, and he felt more and more at ease. But he forgot that he was not Arasaka's child, not now, and not in the future.

David was stopped by his classmate before he even reached the school. His raw body couldn't withstand the strength of Kui Arm, and he was dragged and pulled into a dark alley.

"Martinez, here's a piece of advice: learn to read hints; you're not popular."

"If you mean the Mewtwo Headband..."

"No, no, no, you're wrong," Tanaka Katsuo said with disdain, looking at David with her pale face. "You might think I'm targeting you because you're poor, but you're completely wrong."

Before David could speak, Katsuo Tanaka pointed at him and continued, "I'm a philanthropist. It's not your fault that you were born into a poor family, and no one says that children from poor families can't study at Arasaka Academy."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"This is it!" Katsuo Tanaka seemed to have found something, his face almost overflowing with mockery. "Human trash, you still think there's no difference between us, huh? You're rotten to the core, Martinez."

"We've always been ourselves, and you... you're just a poor man, no, you're not even human." Seeing David turn his face away, as if he couldn't be bothered to listen, he scoffed. "Your mother's in the hospital, isn't she? Oh dear, I have no idea where your mother got the money to send you to Arasaka Academy. Martinez, come on, tell everyone about your mother's shady dealings, and tell them where you got the money to go to the academy, huh? Hahaha..."

"Shut your stinking mouth!" David angrily took a step forward, but was pushed back by Tanaka Katsuo's body. David's body was hit again and again, constantly being pushed backward. Finally, after being hit once more, David steadied his feet, leaned forward, and wanted to fight back.

"Oh~" Katsuo Tanaka was clearly amused, and reached out to David repeatedly, making taunting noises.

"Whoosh." The sound of air being cut came, and David threw a punch forward, but it was blocked by Katsuo Tanaka's light palm.

Katsuo Tanaka leaned her head in front of David, her expression extremely smug. "Oh dear, was your hardware a freebie with a phone plan?"

"Hey~" Tanaka Katsuo easily pushed David's hand to the side. Even if David tried his best, he couldn't budge the latest Kui Arm 400.

Katsuo Tanaka seemed to have had enough fun. He shoved David's hand away, and the martial arts chip behind his ear made his punches lightning fast. In David's eyes, all he could see were flashing afterimages. The force of the punches drew closer and closer to David's face, and then...

"Bang!" A powerful punch landed on David's face, and David immediately coughed up blood from his mouth and nose. Then, countless punches rained down on David's body. David couldn't defend himself at all. Every attempt to defend only resulted in a more brutal punch.

"Bang!"

David was slammed hard into the garbage heap, his face bruised and swollen, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

"No way, no way, still using your original joints~ Hahaha..." Tanaka Katsuo laughed mockingly. "You should probably get some decent prosthetics, or you might as well drop out of school. You know which one I want, hahaha..."

The sound faded into the distance, leaving only David, beaten like a dead dog, lying in the garbage heap.

"Hey, move aside, you're blocking my trash." A homeless man kicked David.

......

"Ika, would you like to be attached to me?" David struggled to lift his swollen eyes and looked at Ika on the table.

"I've always been yours, but find a good prosthetic doctor. If they don't fit you properly, I can't fix it." Ika stood up, crossed her forelegs, and looked at David.

...

"David, you've come to see Gloria again... What happened? Quick, quick, lie down here, I'll get you some medicine." Old David looked up at the young figure at the clinic entrance, intending to greet him, until he saw the injury on the young man's face.

"Dr. Victor," David refused Victor's offer, lifting up Ika, who had willingly crawled into the bag, from his arms. "I want to put him inside my body!"

"Are you kidding me? This is the S.A.S.A.S., and one of those models I've never seen before," Old Vil frowned at the young man. "You're still in school in Arasaka, your mother is waiting for you, and you really want her to wake up to find your ashes in her urn? Even if you're fine after it's put in, how many times do you think you can use it? Do you think you're Harry Potter?"

"Doctor," David interrupted Old Wei, "I've thought about everything you've said. The injuries on my body were inflicted by people from the academy. I don't see any difference between continuing to go to school and the path you're suggesting. I reckon if I go back to school, they'll beat me to death sooner or later."

"But..."

"Old Vieira," a voice rang out, it was Ohm, "install it on him."

"Sigh..." Victor sighed and turned to get the exoskeleton for the surgery.

"Come on, kid, lie down." Ohm had David lie face down on the operating chair and slowly injected the anesthetic, causing David to gradually lose consciousness.

"Naughty little guy, so you've come here." Ohm picked up Ika from the bag, looking at his head. Ika continued to play dead. After all, Old Vi was still here, and it was better not to let him know too much.

"Stop looking, stop looking!" Old Vieira snapped, clearly annoyed that Ohm wasn't helping to persuade David. "Come and help!"

"Old Wei, don't be angry. What he said makes sense. In this lousy city, how can the poor survive? If he continues to go to school, he might really get beaten to death."

"I know, I just... But, wait a minute?... Huh!?" Old Wei hadn't finished speaking when he exclaimed in shock, "Cybernetic capacity... 85%!?!" (I've used a percentage system for all cybernetic capacity, representing how many cybernetic devices a person can have, for better visual impact.)