Chapter 66 The Legendary Middleman

"V, it seems like you are going to make a fortune, but I still have to advise you to interact with people from Ye's company as little as possible. They say that AI is the future of the company, but I don't think so."

"That thing is really weird. Even the LA company has to deal with rogue AI carefully. Ordinary people like us should try to avoid it if we can."

Victor was very wary of Ye's aggressive introduction of AI. The executives of those companies only thought about how to use AI for their own benefit, but they did not think about what they would do if they were exploited by AI.

In Victor's view, everything has two sides, and AI is a double-edged sword full of hidden dangers, which can hurt both the enemy and yourself.

"Thank you, Lao Wei, I understand."

V nodded seriously. Of course he would listen to what Victor said. Of course, he would have as little contact with dangerous things like AI as possible.

…

The front door of Victor's clinic, the psychic hut.

Misty looked at the smiling Jack Wells and couldn't help but ask: "Jack, you seem very happy today. Did something good happen to you?"

As a childhood sweetheart who grew up in the same neighborhood as Jack, it was easy for Misty to see the little secrets in Jack's heart.

"Hi! I'm happy every day. Life is enjoyable and relaxed like this!" Jack Wills chuckled, "If I encounter something good... it's because I encountered you."

Facing the slippery Jack, Misty felt happy, but she still snorted and continued:

"I don't believe it. Every time you and V walk together as a pair, you must have picked up a job somewhere."

"I guess this time, you two must be going somewhere to fight with someone, right? Otherwise, you are going somewhere to steal something!"

Jack Wills was very surprised. Misty was really a fortune teller. She was as smart as Einstein. Nothing could be hidden from her.

"Hey, okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Immediately, Jack confessed to Misty:

"Recently I took over a big deal from a middleman. Once this is done, I will be the first legendary mercenary to walk out of Heywood, and the old friends of the Valentino Gang will definitely be happy for me. I am proud of it!”

Becoming a legend in Night City has always been Jack Wells' dream, and now he is just one deal away from becoming a legend.

Looking at Jack who was excited and shaking his head, Misty just asked worriedly: "Is this dangerous?"

She doesn't care whether Jack can become a legendary mercenary in Night City, nor does she care whether others will be proud of Jack. The only thing Misty cares about is Jack's safety.

As long as Jack could come here to see her every day, Misty was content.

Faced with Misty's concern, Jack Wills gently held the other person's hand and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, honey."

"V and I are both invulnerable. Even bullets have to be avoided by both of us. We will be safe."

Misty lowered her head and smiled lightly, then stuffed a small thing into Jack's palm. She looked into Jack's eyes and said, "This is a small gift from me. Only the two of us can know it. You are not allowed to tell anyone!"

"What is this? Is it a chip?" Jack Wells looked at this small biological chip, a little confused.

"Don't worry, just plug it in. Don't sell it. I will check it regularly!"

"If I find that this thing is no longer on you, it depends on whether I beat you or not."

Misty knew very well that Jack and V were inseparable buddies, and if Jack had any benefits, he would definitely share them with V.

But there was only one chip, and Misty was not shameless enough to ask Leon for more.

"Don't worry, honey, how could I sell the thing you gave me?"

Jack Wells inserted the chip into the slot of his brain computer smoothly. Just when Misty wanted to say something more, V, who had finished her work, had already walked out.

Seeing Jack holding hands with Misty and talking intimately to each other, V scratched his nose in embarrassment and said:

"I said Jack, why don't you move here and live with Lao Wei, so that you two won't have to worry about each other every day."

Jack was a little embarrassed when his good brother V said this. He coughed twice and immediately changed the subject and asked: "How's it going V, are you feeling better?"

"Don't worry, at least you can't die now." V waved his hand.

"You can't die, V. If you die, our chance of becoming famous will be gone."

"Speaking of which, when are you going to tell me your big surprise? You're not lying to me on purpose, are you?"

V put his hands in his pockets and glanced at Jack.

"Of course not, let's go back to the car and talk first."

After the words fell, Jack Wells said goodbye to Misty and returned to the vehicle with V. He kept this matter very mysterious, for fear that others would know the news.

"V, we are doing a big deal this time!"

Jack couldn't hide his excitement. He danced and described to V how important this trip was. It was obvious that he was convinced of this deal.

"Dexter Deshawn, he is the middleman for our business, the black fat Jesus of the Next Life Nightclub, weighing about 300 pounds, with big golden arms, an absolutely genuine legendary middleman!"

"Deshawn..." V was thoughtful. He heard that this middleman had quit long ago, but he didn't expect to come out and assign them a job now.

To be honest, V was not very interested in this business. He really wanted to go to LA Company and find a decent job there.

There will always be a day when you get tired of fighting and killing. Isn't it good to be with Lao Wei, Misty, Jack and others like now?

But becoming a legend in Night City has always been Jack Wells' dream. As a good brother, V doesn't want Jack to feel regretful.

"Okay, let's take this job, just this once." V nodded and agreed.

"Hahaha! V, I said we were on the same page!"

After learning that V was willing to take on the task, Jack happily called the middleman Deshawn, and soon the two sides agreed on a meeting place.

Ten minutes later, V and Jack Wells got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom luxury car, and they met Deshawn, the middleman for this mission.

Deshawn was just as Jack said, a dark-skinned fat man weighing about 300 pounds, with a gold prosthetic on his right hand, and he looked like a nouveau riche.

The thumb-thick Cuban cigar slowly burned a cloud of thick green smoke, which made V want to cough, but he had to force himself to hold it in.