"Holy... Chica, are you serious?" Jack couldn't help but curse.
"Of course it's true! I'm living with the team now, don't even need to pay rent anymore, each of us has a big suite, A provides all the weapons and equipment, and we even have Platinum membership with Trauma Team!"
V couldn't help but brag when talking about it: "You know how much Trauma Team charges mercenaries for Platinum membership? One person, one month, 10,000 Euros! And I don't have to pay a dime, it's considered a team benefit!"
V took a heavy swig of whiskey, then slammed the glass on the table: "A month ago, I couldn't even afford a few hundred Euros rent! But look where I am now?"
Jack couldn't find the words, his heart was pounding.
"Jack, I can tell A genuinely thinks you're reliable, that's why he wants you onboard; right now, his judgment hasn't failed him yet.
If he believes you're capable, then you might really be capable, even more than you think.
Miss this chance, and who knows when the next one will come, Jack."
After V finished speaking, she didn't add more, only pointed out one last thing to Jack: "Ask yourself, how long are you going to waste your time in the gang?
The opportunity is right here, unknown grunt or world-renowned? Think carefully, Jack."
Mercer averted his gaze with some difficulty; how is V stealing his lines?
And Jack, he almost agreed on the spot—especially after V delivered that iconic line.
He craved to become somebody important.
But he was a mature man, knowing not to rush decisions at any time, so even if he was truly tempted now, he forced himself to stay calm: "Chica, I need to think, really think."
"I just hope you can sort it out soon, look at your brothers, how many went down from just one Sixth Street Gang ambush? Jack, how long can your luck last?"
After V spoke, she didn't say more but turned to Mercer: "When do we start?"
Mercer pondered for a moment: "Three days, we have a lot to do in those three days, like verify Father's intel, prepare weapons and equipment, plan the operation.
I think the best way for these raids is to move at night, finish it all in one night or else they'll wise up and hole up, which complicates things."
V nodded: "Suits me, but, A, you have to come with me to Old Wei's for a few surgeries."
"You just had those parts installed." Mercer got serious, even if he believed V was a natural cyborg like Superman, but you can't swap all the parts every month, can you?
V shook her head: "I have to swap, at least include relevant muscle enhancements, and artificial organs...
I'm not exaggerating, but I'm too fast now, when I accelerate, my muscles go weak, feels like my heart's going to explode.
I feel if I don't upgrade other cyborg parts, I'm actually more at risk.
This gig is one thing, but if we hit another big score, and I cut out during the action, wouldn't that be worse?"
Mercer furrowed his brow, said in a deep voice: "Go back and I'll give you a thorough check-up first."
"Alright, I never doubt your hacking skills, so don't doubt my physical talents either."
V smiled as she finished, then seriously looked at Mercer: "I have to get stronger, you understand what I mean?"
Mercer swallowed his words of caution, thinking through, wasn't he the same way?
He pursed his lips, looking at V, after a while, said: "We'll evaluate your situation with Old Wei, V, I don't want to see you go nuts."
"Don't worry, I'm in control, I feel my body's resilience is quite strong, adaptability is good too, now you see me accelerate, it's smooth and natural, like breathing, only extreme bursts challenge me physically."
V smirked, glanced at Mercer: "No choice, probably only folks who've broken past double digits in physical potential can relate to my experience."
Mercer was speechless, he called the shots in intelligence, but when it comes to physical stats, V had more say.
"As long as you're aware, I'll tag along when you go."
Mercer finished, and V suddenly approached him with a hint of flirtation: "Oh~ Is this surgery going to be handled by you too?"
Mercer rolled his eyes, then said: "Except for limbs, if you want muscle enhancements elsewhere, it involves boosting the core muscle groups, you have to change it all, or else your body's balance will suffer."
"Tsk... okay." V said, then realized a bit worriedly: "Then wouldn't that be swapping me inside and out?"
Now she realized how outrageous her modifications were.
Mercer almost wanted to say—probably even if you swapped to be like Adam's Hammer, you'd be just fine.
But seeing her lacking insight, he decided to give her a proper explanation.
"Muscle enhancements differ, the surgeries we're doing aim to maximize your natural potential, so your body won't end up like mine, all beefed up."
Mercer pointed at his own broad shoulders, continued: "Mine's like cramming muscles I never had inside, it's all synthetic muscle.