At most, the Military Science sneaked those two soldiers equipped with Centaur Armor inside. This kind of firepower isn't that hard to handle.
Exoskeletons, to be honest, are too easy to deal with in a city environment.
Long-range sniping or heavy firepower strikes are fine. These mechas, which can't fully cover critical defense areas, are only intimidating to lightly armed infantry or civilians."
Mercer's tone left Mann speechless for a moment, finally managing to chuckle: "So what you want to recruit us for... is to take on these soldiers? A, you're really bold. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"I've been preparing for this for most of the month; what do you think?"
Mercer countered, then calmly continued: "I won't let my people die in vain. If you decide to join, I'll give you the full plan later.
The only thing I can tell you in advance is that if we move, I'm sure of success. If I'm unsure, I would rather abandon this operation plan.
Honestly, this is a side job of mine. I'm personally very interested in some of the biotechnological transportation equipment, so the payment is also personally funded. Besides money, you can also gain a favor from me."
"Us?" Mann looked at Dolio, then at Sasha, and sighed: "Do we really have the capability to get involved in this?"
"I don't know about them, but you definitely do." Mercer seemed confident about this, believing in Li De's judgment — when Mann wanted to retire back then, Li De hoped Mann would join New America's special agent team directly.
Even though, in the anime, Mann died rather unremarkably as a cyber psycho, Mercer felt that his mental illness was largely due to his poverty.
The implants Mann installed were likely all secondhand. Let's not even discuss their reliability; Mercer strongly suspected that even the operating systems for these implants were incompatible with each other.
If the implant operating systems are incompatible, the neural load itself is disproportionately large. Add unreliable secondhand goods, plus constant near-death experiences, it's a miracle he didn't go insane sooner.
And now, while Mann's level of modification isn't as exaggerated as in the comics, precisely because of this, his original physical quality and combat skills are still maintained at the level they were when he was in the special forces.
Against ordinary soldiers, his skills would be utterly overwhelming.
Most importantly, he has experience dealing with these soldiers, combat experience on the battlefield — this is even more important than his skills.
Ordinary mercenaries might not even utilize half of their skills when facing a regular army. Direct battlefield engagement and mercenary skirmishes are entirely different concepts.
"I...I need to think about it, but this chip, I can take care of it for you with Faraday."
Mann couldn't make a decision immediately. He took the chip from Mercer's hand and said, "If there's any news from Faraday, I'll inform you promptly."
"No problem, remember to ask Faraday for extra money. You can ask for at least 500,000 Euros from him for this deal. If he doesn't agree, I'll find another buyer for you."
When Mercer talked about Faraday, his tone was slightly disdainful:
"Trust me, you just need to tell him that in addition to the immunity agent data, there's also some dark material on biotechnology and intelligence on its cooperation with Military Science, as well as the transportation plan. He'll pay honestly."
"Alright, I'll try...if it works out, the bulk is yours. We'll be getting a great deal on this one." Thinking of this, Mann felt much better. No matter what happens afterward, just flipping this chip can earn a significant profit.
Even though he planned to give Mercer the bulk, the three of them should still be able to split about two or three thousand each. It's like free money, probably the easiest deal he's ever done since entering this line of work.
This made Mann feel that Mercer was genuinely magnanimous. Even though the data was in his hands and he could contact Faraday himself, he still chose to share the deal with him. That indeed showed a generous spirit.
"All done talking? Come, have a drink." Dolio, who had been listening to Mann and Mercer's conversation, smiled and raised her glass seeing the two had reached a happy collaboration.
Mercer cheekily grabbed a cola: "Come, let's all have a drink together."
V, with a flushed face, gave him an annoyed glance but decided not to berate him in front of others. Everyone laughed and raised their drinks for a toast.
Mercer just wanted to make a joke, and after a drink, he no longer participated in the drinking session, turning his attention to the TV. He suddenly caught sight of an urgent news broadcast.
It was still News Channel 54, and the anchorwoman, Jordan, was now reporting with a serious expression.
"Dear viewers of Night City, we now interrupt with an important emergency news bulletin. Just this afternoon at 6:20, there was a malicious arson incident at Chris Processing Plant in the Watson District.
Lawless elements killed leading employees inside the plant and set the plant on fire...
According to NCPD's preliminary investigation, it is highly likely that some employees, dissatisfied with the factory treatment after resigning, deliberately staged a revenge attack.
The police have confirmed the following personnel died in the fire...
One factory manager in the dormitory building had his limbs broken and was forced to watch an endless loop of death sentence Black Mewtwo through a modified Super Dream Headband, ultimately dying of brain death..."