I'm satisfied, he's happy, and there's money to be made.
It's a win-win situation, isn't it? As for the danger... as long as the negotiation goes smoothly, there's no danger, and if it fails, they know who the real deal is. How could they bother a mere errand kid?"
Rebecca sighed, "I feel like we shouldn't have given him a way to contact us back then..."
Mercer glanced at her disdainfully, "Come on, if you hadn't been bragging to him all the time, he wouldn't be so eager now, not even wanting to read books."
Rebecca felt a little guilty—she did brag to David occasionally... and not just to David, actually to quite a few old friends too. Anyway, all the friends she knew from the street knew that she's living well now.
Come on, what street punk doesn't love to show off when they're living the good life? Staying at the base is boring, so she finds joy in boasting online with people, and David is one of her favorite listeners.
He keeps praising her as 'awesome', 'impressive', 'so jealous' and stuff...
She was just saying it for her fun.
Isn't V like that?
And V goes to more extremes, Rebecca only likes to flaunt online, while V prefers the direct atmosphere of bars—at the Heavy Heart Club in Dog Town and Wild Wolf Bar in the Haywood District, she's almost a legendary NPC that refreshes regularly.
There are also quite a few of her fans who regularly hang out there!
Mercer saw Rebecca giving a sly smile and decided not to bring it up, pursed his lips, and continued looking at the Sex Doll Chip data.
After a while, he suddenly sneered.
"That stupid damn woman really dares..."
Lucy, who was keeping an eye on the Sex Doll Chip data with folded arms, frowned at the voice and leaned over, looking at the data within the chip: "Is there a problem with the brain-computer interface data?"
"Don't look, it's fake data—a disguise program is mimicking the interface data, all the data from the brain-computer interface is randomly compiled fake data...
If I hadn't delved deeply into brain-computer interface consciousness data due to developing the mech consciousness conversion system and had an innate sensitivity to all data, I might've been tricked."
Mercer spoke coldly.
Bound to witness the dialogue between Mercer and Arasaka Yoshinobu, V heard this and furrowed his eyebrows tightly, eyes filled with murderous intent: "She's trying to ruin our plan?"
"I guess she doesn't have the guts to openly sabotage our plan, and this program isn't something an ordinary person can write."
Mercer's fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, his voice cold: "The program hijacked the output end of the brain-computer interface, but it shouldn't affect the input, meaning it will not interfere with our use of the Sex Doll Chip...
I'm guessing it's meant to cover up some abnormal data fluctuations in the brain-computer interface.
There's not many experts in Night City who have the technical skills to make such a convincingly fraudulent screening program...
First, we have to rule out the possibility that Evelyn herself found someone, since Venus has been watching her, and there's been no unusual contact.
Then it must be someone who has been monitoring our actions and discovered our plan to use her, and they must have the skills to bypass Venus's surveillance to secretly contact her online...
Who has the ability to monitor us, who knows our plans to use Evelyn to meet Yoshinobu, and who has the hacking skills to secretly contact Evelyn online?"
Throwing out these three questions, the implication is pretty clear.
Sasha exclaimed, "Internet Supervision?"
"Most likely." Mercer nodded heavily, "As of now, Rogue probably won't sell us out, and the only one who knows about our plan and has been closely following us is probably the Internet Supervision."
Mercer sighed inwardly, yet maintained a calm expression: "They also want to get in touch with Yoshinobu, but haven't found a good opportunity. Upon realizing we also plan to meet Yoshinobu, they probably decided to hitch a ride.
It's all Ultraman's fault—this guy probably had further exchanges with Internet Supervision, leaking part of my data out. Who knows what she is collaborating with Internet Supervision on in secret..."
"Otter Cunningham..." Sasha sighed, "I never thought I'd have a connection with such a legendary AI."
"Ha, if you ask me, it's best not to get too deeply involved with them... I'm increasingly realizing our goals may fundamentally differ from those of these AIs, even if they were humans before..."
Mercer complained, but then abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong? Did you fail to hack it?" Lucy looked at him, surprised, as he stopped.
Mercer frowned, and after a while, cursed under his breath: "No, I just suddenly realized that when Arasaka's people contact her, they'll surely monitor Evelyn's online data. If I hack it now, and get discovered, it might cause the meeting to fail."
"We can only wait for Evelyn's signal and check it out when the Sex Doll Chip gets activated." Mercer frowned and halted his action.
Hoping Internet Supervision doesn't mess things up—otherwise, they can expect his revenge!
No, even if they don't ruin his plan, Mercer will remember this—playing tricks on him? They'll just have to wait and see!
As for Evelyn, the stupid woman.
Mercer sneered.
He won't let her off easy either—on the streets, what happens to backstabbers and traitors? That's what will happen to her!
"What if it's a virus program? As soon as you use the Sex Doll Chip to transfer consciousness, the virus activates..."