"V is from Haywood, and Jack is considered my friend, so I won't haggle over this job. If there are similar gigs in the future, feel free to introduce them to me. I might be too lazy to do them myself, but my people might be interested.
If you need any hacking work, you can also find me. I have a few hackers under me. They can handle the usual stuff, and if they can't, I'll step in."
After Mercer finished speaking, he let go of the Father's hand and smiled, saying, "So, whether it's simple, complex, or of different price ranges, our team can take on the work. Please take care of us in the future."
"Alright, I understand."
Father always listens to what people say and observes their actions. Mercer's words were confident, but ultimately, it depended on how well he did the job.
The mercenary business is very complicated. Some people talk a good game, but once they start, the work becomes rough, no different from gang kids.
Meanwhile, Mercer continued to smile and said, "Additionally, we also take on jobs like equipment and weapons production and customization. Perhaps you have some channels that could help us move the merchandise?
Like suicide drones, cheap fully automatic pistols, or standard rifles?"
The Father nodded and said warmly, "You can prepare a batch of samples for Jack. I'll put in a word with the Valentino Gang people. As long as your equipment is solid, I'm sure they'll be willing to pay to enhance their firepower."
Upon hearing this, Mercer's smile grew wider from beneath his mask: "Thank you, Father."
"You're welcome. Isn't that what middlemen do? If you can successfully complete the commission, I can try to help you distribute the goods to other gangs."
After Father finished speaking, he exchanged a few pleasantries with Mercer and V, then hurriedly left.
V even personally escorted him out with Jack.
"It's the first time I've seen you respect someone so much." Mercer said this while eating the fries the bartender had brought over when V returned.
V casually picked up a fry as well: "For the Haywood people, Father is not just a middleman.
When I was a kid and had no money to eat, I also had church relief meals, all thanks to Father donating to the church and organizing people to do such things.
Although after he became a middleman, he did business with everyone, not just with the Haywood people, to be honest, kids raised in Haywood all respect him.
In the Haywood District, whether you're in a gang or doing legitimate business, you have to understand one thing, and that is to respect Father and listen to him."
Mercer concluded: "Community leader, huh?"
"Pretty much," V shrugged.
But suddenly, V said seriously, "If you're busy with the biotech thing and don't have the time or energy to handle this matter, then leave it to us to do it well.
Or we can discuss with Father to delay this commission a bit, and we can handle it after we're done with the biotech job."
"No, I'm not just getting involved in this because of Father's commission."
Mercer said this as his prosthetic eye glowed. Father had already sent the data to him from the email. After looking through the data Father gave him, he indeed found his target.
"You still remember Rebecca's father's issue, right?" Mercer said.
V paused, then his expression turned serious.