Cyberpunk:Gained a body of steel

Noon the next day

Peter took V and Lucy to Victor's clinic.

David and Jack were already waiting there. After all, the mission to steal the relic from the Cyan Bi Building—a key facility of Araba Company—was no small task.

The building's defenses would be just as strong as those of the Huangban Tower.

So, Peter had instructed everyone to go to Victor's clinic to get subcutaneous armor installed before heading to the hotel.

There wasn't much to add, but the best subcutaneous armor had to be a priority. Peter had already contacted Victor after the fight with the Vortex Gang yesterday.

Given the urgency, Peter had to spend a significant amount of money to get two sets of Tier 4 subcutaneous armor for David and Jack. The purchase price for a single set was 30,000, and it was incredibly difficult to obtain two sets in such a short time.

Usually, it would take half a year for one set to come out on the black market. If it weren't for Victor's connections, Peter and his team would never have gotten their hands on it.

As for V, she had already installed subcutaneous armor before, so Peter didn't need to get her another set.

David and Jack were the first to get the installation. They lay on the beds in the clinic, slowly feeling the effects of the anesthetic.

David also had a few additional limb prosthetics installed—things like the leg thrusters from the anime and second-tier gorilla arms. The money for these upgrades came from selling weapons taken from the Vortex Gang. Peter had decided to use the proceeds to get David some extra enhancements.

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"Peter, how can you accept such a dangerous commission?" Victor asked, his tone concerned.

Since Victor needed to install Tier 4 subcutaneous armor on V and Lucy, he didn't drink, but he had a little to sip on.

"It's nothing. I just went to Huangban's turf to play around," Peter replied, taking a sip from his drink.

"Do you really think this is just for fun? This isn't a child's game," Victor said, his voice growing stern. He was fond of Peter, seeing qualities in him that were rare in Night City, but he still felt the need to warn him.

"Victor, I know what you're trying to say, but I'm confident we can handle this. We'll make it through this test," Peter said with a smile, his confidence evident in his tone.

"Well, since you've said that, I won't keep pushing. But if you're going through with this, don't back down. Make sure you leave a mark," Victor said, his words laced with concern. He knew the odds of survival in the Cyan Bi Building were slim.

"Don't worry, Victor. When we go in, we'll make the biggest noise Night City has ever heard," Peter promised, his voice resolute.

At that moment, Jack, who had recovered and was lying on the hospital bed, chimed in.

"You'd better save yourself. When Misty finds out what you're about to do, she'll have your skin," Jack said with a grin.

Victor rolled his eyes at Jack's comment. "I don't know if watching Saburo Arata's curtain call will be exciting enough for you."

Peter thought to himself, chuckling at the thought.

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Afternoon: Afterlife Bar

The Afterlife Bar was an unusual place.

It used to be a morgue, but Rogge had taken a liking to it and transformed it into a bar. Of course, the renovation wasn't complete. People who entered the bar could still see medical equipment scattered around and some people soaking in formalin.

"You know, Peter, even though we've handled many big jobs before, it's only when we step into a place like this that we feel like real big shots," Jack said excitedly as he walked into the bar.

"The boss here, Rogge, is the real top middleman in Night City. We mercenaries call him the 'heart of Night City.' Every big deal in this city needs Rogge's approval to go through," Jack continued, still talking enthusiastically.

Peter and the others took their seats at the bar. When the bartender, Claire, saw them, she walked over with a smile. "What can I get you all?"

Jack immediately spoke up. "Get me an old-fashioned tequila with some beer and chili."

Peter glanced at Claire and said, "I'll have a drink too."

David added, "Just a beer for me."

V and Lucy both spoke up at the same time, "We'll both have a glass of whiskey."

Claire glanced at Jack and then said, "The taste is good. Two glasses of Johnny Silverhand's."

She spoke to another bartender nearby, then turned to serve the drinks.

"Why is the drink Jack just ordered called Johnny Silverhand?" David asked, a little confused.

"You don't know? The coolest thing about the Afterlife is that the drinks are named after the guests. It's a feature of this place. But if you want your drink to be named after you, you have to be a legend," Claire explained.

"Of course, the legends of Night City are all dead," she added, her tone casual.

As soon as Jack finished speaking, Claire placed two glasses of drinks in front of Peter and Jack.

"It seems like you all know a lot about the Afterlife. How about it? Want to name a drink after yourselves? But there's a catch—you have to die first, and you have to go out with a bang," Claire said, her voice teasing.

"That's right. This is so cool. I want to save my recipe here. Girl, can you save my recipe?" Jack asked, grinning.

"Hmm, tell me," Claire said, pulling out a notepad.

"My name is Jack Wells, and my recipe is vodka over ice, a little lime juice, ginger beer, and a little love at the end."

Jack's recipe sounded a little ridiculous, but Claire wrote it down with a smile. "Hahaha, okay, I'll make a note of it."

"Is this handsome guy interested in leaving a recipe?" Claire asked, looking at Peter.

Peter chuckled. "Me? I won't die. I'll be a living legend."

Claire didn't argue with him. After all, every mercenary who came through claimed they would become a legend, and she had heard it all before.

But if Claire knew what kind of mission Peter and his team were about to undertake, she might have thought differently. She probably wouldn't think Peter was bragging.

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