Cyberpunk:Gained a body of steel

"Hahaha! Mr. Peter, you are the first person to respond to my question with another question!" Dexter burst out laughing, clearly entertained by Peter's reply. It had been a long time since he'd met someone so interesting.

"Of course, I want to engrave my name—Dexter Sean—on every corner of Night City," Dexter said with unshakable confidence.

Peter couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He wants to become a legend without putting in any real effort. How naive.

"So that's your answer, huh? Well, I have another question for you," Peter replied, his tone calm.

"Mr. Peter, feel free to ask. I think we're getting along quite well," Dexter said, his curiosity piqued.

Peter leaned forward slightly. "Why are you looking for mercenaries like us, who are still new to Night City? There are plenty of mercenaries with greater reputations and more experience. Surely you've got a wider pool to choose from."

Hearing this, Dexter's expression softened a little. He took a deep breath before responding.

"Mr. Peter, as middlemen, our job is to make money from both sides. We turn the needs of those who require help into commissions and pass those commissions along to mercenaries like you. After the job is completed, the clients pay us, and we take a cut. The rest goes to the mercenaries."

He paused for a moment, then continued. "Although there are many veteran mercenary groups in Night City, and many of them are well-known, none of them meet the criteria for this particular job."

Dexter shook his head as he spoke, then pointed directly at Peter. "And you, Mr. Peter, meet those conditions."

Peter raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How so?"

"I've done my research," Dexter said, his voice turning a little more serious. "I've seen your reputation grow. From what I can tell, you have not only strength and skill but also leadership abilities. I've heard about the way you handled the Whirlpool Gang and that incident with the company dogs. You're someone who cleans up after the job is done, leaving no loose ends. That's exactly what I need."

He leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I also know Jack. He's good with knives and guns, but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. As his leader, you've done what he couldn't—taken care of business and ensured things went smoothly."

Peter was silently processing Dexter's words. It was clear the man was clever, but Peter wasn't easily swayed by flattery. Dexter had his own agenda, but he was good at hiding it behind smooth talk.

"For someone like you, Mr. Peter, any middleman in Night City would be eager to work with you," Dexter finished.

Peter couldn't help but smile at Dexter's assessment. "It seems like you know quite a bit about me, Mr. Dexter."

"Well, it's just a little of my humble opinion," Dexter replied quickly, as if to downplay his previous statement. "So, Mr. Peter, what's your answer?"

Peter didn't hesitate. "It's my wish to work with someone as intelligent as you, Mr. Dexter. I accept the job."

Dexter's eyes lit up with approval, and he immediately extended a hand. "Then here's to a successful partnership."

Peter, despite his reluctance, shook Dexter's hand firmly. There was no turning back now.

"Since Mr. Peter has accepted my task, let me explain the details," Dexter said, his voice taking on a more businesslike tone.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small chip, handing it over to Peter. "This is a biochip from Arban's latest technology. It's a prototype, and your task is to retrieve it."

Peter's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his reaction. "Dexter, are you sure about this? Are you trying to reach for something that's out of your league?"

Dexter puffed on his cigar, unfazed by Peter's question. "That's exactly it. I want to use Huangban Company's tech to gain an advantage, and that's why I need someone as capable as you. But I believe this task shouldn't be too difficult for someone of your caliber."

Peter couldn't help but pause for a moment. "You do realize that Huangban Company is the kingpin of Night City, right? If you offend them..."

Peter trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Dexter laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Mr. Peter, you worry too much. If I'm going to go after Huangban Company's goods, I've made sure I can handle the fallout. I've got it all planned out."

He leaned in, his voice low and confident. "There's an old saying in Huaguo: You can't enter the tiger's den without facing the cubs. As long as you do your part and clean up the mess, we'll be fine."

Peter didn't seem entirely convinced, but he nodded slowly. "Maybe. So tell me your plan."

Dexter's face turned more serious. "Before we get to the main job, there's a smaller task I need you to handle first."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"You're familiar with the Uzumaki Gang, right?" Dexter asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Two weeks ago, they hijacked a convoy carrying a batch of goods from the Military Technology Company. The goods were high-tech military equipment, and the Uzumaki Gang was behind it. Of course, the people at the company didn't know anything about it."

Peter's interest piqued. "And what's the connection to the biochip?"

Dexter continued. "In that batch of goods, there's something crucial to our mission: a small combat robot called Xiaopingtou. It's a prototype, the latest in high-end military tech."

He paused, then his tone shifted to one of annoyance. "Originally, I was going to buy Xiaopingtou from the Uzumaki Gang. But because of you, Mr. Peter, things got... complicated."

Peter's expression shifted slightly as he processed Dexter's words. He knew exactly what Dexter meant. The situation had escalated quickly after Peter's involvement with the Uzumaki Gang, and now it seemed like he was being pulled deeper into a web of intrigue.

Dexter's face grew more subtle, as if recalling the details of the situation with a mix of frustration and calculation. "The mess you made with the Uzumaki Gang means that we'll need to recover Xiaopingtou before we can proceed with the rest of the plan. But I have no doubt that you can handle it."

Peter leaned back in his seat, his mind already racing through possible strategies. It was clear that this task wasn't going to be easy, but he was already in too deep to back out now.

"Alright, Dexter. Let's get this done," Peter said, his voice firm.

Dexter nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I knew I could count on you, Mr. Peter."

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