We used to fake it. Taste, confidence, everything.
The cursive English sign of the "Heavy Hearts" club seemed a little flimsy, as it was not yet nighttime for it to exude its charm.
[Heavy Hearts] is famous for its ancient Egyptian pyramid shape and the green beams that illuminate the sky at night. Similarly, the security here is rather rough.
No one can tell why this building dares to become one of the few landmark buildings in Dogtown like [Sapphire Blue].
Maybe Mr. Hands's workshop is on the upper floors of this luxurious building?
After all, someone has to do the work in this lawless place.
The two security guards at the door checked the kinetic rifle behind Logan Lane. "Sorry, you have to abide by the rules here. Let me take care of this guy first."
Logan shrugged in disapproval, "Okay."
The security pressed the communication button behind his ear, "He's here."
It should be Hands on the other end. The small pistol on Logan's waist was generously returned by the security. Maybe Mr. Hands didn't think that anyone in Dogtown could threaten him with a pistol.
After the security swiped the access card, Logan sorted out his mood, cleared his throat, and waited for his first meeting with this "big shot."
No matter who it is, you can't disrespect those middlemen who are not well-known.
But for a middleman like Hands who has made a fortune, a careless word may lose his good impression. Putting aside the skin of the Nether Dog, if Logan wants to survive, Mr. Hands in Dogtown is the first hurdle.
Of course, if Logan wants to be a gambler who faints outside the black market by smoking glitter, he doesn't have to go through so much trouble. The colonel is still weighing on his head, and he must be in 100% state.
Ding~
He's worried about the floor. The floor is not high. The classical and luxurious corridor with soft carpet on the third floor is Mr. Hands' studio.
Logan came to the door and gently knocked on the electric door that exuded the fragrance of wood.
"Come in, my friend, there's no need to be so polite."
Hands' real voice is stronger than that in the holographic phone. Logan pressed the door button.
It's a bit like a European-style hardcover guest room with a sunken reception area in the middle, and Mr. Hands sat quietly on the sofa reading a book.
"Mr. Hands."
Logan greeted him gently and stood obediently beside the sofa to accept Hands' "deal."
[Character: Mr. Hands]
[Factions: Dogtown, Taiping Island]
[Favorability: -10]
[Development value: Very high.]
[Stage reward: Favorability to 0, get body +2, get epic · "Technical Sniper Rifle·Nekomata" Manufacturer: Haixiao]
Well, there is really no information prompt on the panel, and his novice benefits have come to an end.
Complaining is complaining, but Logan still carefully checks this "unmet" middleman. What he doesn't understand is why Mr. Hands has such a low favorability towards him?
Could it be that Mr. Hands investigated the bad deeds of the previous incarnation of this body?
But the rewards at this stage are quite good.
After all, the only weapon above the epic level is the [Immortal·Legend] weapon, and the technical sniper rifle produced by Haixiao Company is not low in cost performance.
Mr. Hands closed the book and turned his eyes slightly to Logan's arm. "It's hard to believe that you, with such a crude transformation, can be Hansen's 'confidant'."
Well, Logan's prosthesis was once again disliked.
As for Hands saying that he was the colonel's confidant, this made Logan a little confused.
Shouldn't the confidant be the head of the Nether Dog who sits in [Sapphire Blue] and has endless money every day?
I was just kicked out of the Nether Dog yesterday, so this is too unreasonable.
Mr. Hands stood up and said slowly:
"Have you ever heard a story? The buffaloes on the African grasslands are very strong. Although the lion is the king of beasts on the grasslands, when facing a herd of buffaloes, they dare not attack rashly. They will try their best to stare at each other."
"And you, my friend, you are the lion that was released to deal with me."
Logan's head was very smart, and he didn't want to deepen the other party's resentment on this issue:
"I think the colonel just can't swallow the anger of being swallowed. You know Mr. Hands. In Night City, it is not easy for the Hellhound to investigate openly."
"As for me, I'm just a helper, not a 'lion'. I'll do whatever you say."
Mr. Hands did not expect that his difficulties would be resolved in this way, and his kind smile appeared again.
"Very good, you are indeed a likable young man."
"I have no idea what to do with Hansen, but you have to put aside your military style."
"Here, you have to learn how to deal with Fixers and cyberpunks. Follow me and see the results."
Logan nodded, which was considered a successful end to the first confrontation.
Hands, who was sitting on the sofa, put his hands together and leaned over to stare at Logan. "I am different from you young people. I have a family and a daughter. You have to do some things more cleanly. Unnecessary troubles can only stop at the gate of Dogtown."
"Especially for your and Colonel Hansen's identities."
Logan replied, "Mr. Hands, I know."
"Be obedient and flexible. Next, it depends on whether you can succeed." Mr. Hands's eyes were bright. Logan knew that he was sending him something. Sure enough, the words being transmitted lit up in Logan's eyes.
"Some of our old friends - those cyberpunks in the city are not going to let this go."
"But we are all here to make a living, there is no need to embarrass each other. After reading the information, you will be responsible for handling this matter."
Logan looked at a file about hackers in his eyes and was dumbfounded on the spot.
[Name: Sasha Yakovleva]...
It turned out that at this time in 2075, the united and strong cyberpunk team had made a name for itself in this city.
"Do you know her? Are you an old friend?"
Mr. Hands had extraordinary insight, and Logan's subtle changes in expression were easily captured in his eyes.
Logan lied and denied it. He shook his head slowly, "I just feel very surprised that such a young girl has more than a dozen criminal records in the NCPD."
"These hackers don't look at age. Young people think quickly, and those wearing black customer service are all troublesome people."
Sasha in the file smiled sweetly, and even made a "yeah" gesture in the footage intercepted by the NCPD.
"As for whether you know her or not, that's your secret. I don't care."
Mr. Hands didn't intend to delve into it.
"Go find a hacker friend I know in Dogtown. He knows some offensive and defensive methods. As long as he doesn't find out about you and Hansen, everything will be fine."
"If there is nothing to gain, the team will naturally give up."
Logan received the contact person sent to him by Mr. Hands again. All the mission details are in the briefing chip handed over by Hands.
"By the way, my 'Lion'." Mr. Hands joked, "Take a look at the Mewtwo on the coffee table. At least you have to know what the colonel wants you to pay attention to."
Logan picked up the Mewtwo headband without any hesitation. With a dazzling light in front of his eyes, Logan's sensory perspective quickly sank into another perspective...