Despite casting so much bait, it still refuses to bite.
What a slippery old fox...
Lin Miao erged from the basent, wanting to spit at Miles.
After talking to her for ages, she didn't agree to anything.
Horizon Corporation and New Arica still only maintain a business relationship.
You pay, I provide services.
No matter how Lin Miao bragged, Miles remained unmoved, neither agreeing nor refusing, like a manipulative flirt.
If sothing goes wrong, it has nothing to do with her.
To put it simply, she wants the benefits but doesn't want to bear the costs.
Even if it all goes south, Lin Miao wouldn't be able to drag Miles out to take the bullet, because he can't prove he signed any agreent with Miles, he can't even prove he t her.
And the woman downstairs, is she really Miles?
With New Arica's capabilities, is disguising really that hard?
If soone said it was a surgically enhanced sex doll with a behavior chip inside, Lin Miao would believe it.
Perhaps Miles herself is sitting in so Washington office, watching Lin Miao's performance via surveillance.
If he attempted a flip and reported her, Miles would have a thousand alibis, these old folks are clever.
In this transaction, Horizon Corporation is at a complete disadvantage, but there's no alternative when you're asking for favors from others.
In business cooperation, the weaker party has to swallow their pride, accept unequal treaties to get a slim chance of making it big, many people want to gamble without even having the ans to get any chips.
What to do?
Just accept it.
Now is not the ti to haggle with Miles.
Sooner or later, I'll shoot down the sun and purge the bugs, and take back, with interest, everything that was taken.
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"How much per day?"
The newcor's accent carried a strong xican flavor. The receptionist looked up; it was two xicans dressed in suits, sunglasses, and high hats, carrying two large suitcases, their pale skin emanating an eerie vibe, obviously hard to deal with.
"75 euros, if you don't want to be thrown out, don't make trouble here."
Since Night City started its major developnt, people from all over the world flock here to seek opportunities; more business inevitably leads to more troubles, the receptionist felt a reminder was necessary.
But there are players wandering on the street, even those who are shortsighted wouldn't dare cause too much chaos.
After all, a stable environnt is essential to attract investnt.
"I want a double room on the 22nd to 27th floor."
"Here's your key card."
The two xicans paid without a word, took the card, and rode the elevator all the way up. Once they opened the door, closed the curtains, they ticulously searched the room, pulling out several micro caras and listening devices.
Beckett tossed his hat onto the bed.
"These Night City bastards are real scumbags, I want to gouge out their eyes if we change locations."
"You'll have the chance in due ti."
The voice sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, unpleasantly so.
The other person removed her hat and sunglasses, her eyeballs just as pale as her skin, indicating her identity.
It was Aguirre, who had previously failed to assassinate Lin Miao.
"Our mission now is to assist in eliminating the target, avoid branching out unnecessarily."
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the curtain aside, observing through the gaps the Horizon Corporation building across the Republic East Road.
"Is there a need to be so cautious?"
Beckett thought the organization's plan this ti was absolutely absurd.
But recalling the last ti, when two Aguirre were deployed and still returned empty-handed, not to ntion one was hacked to death by the opponent's bodyguard, it was understandable.
"The target is extrely sensitive to sights and danger sources. If unnecessary, do not focus attention on the target, even if approaching, do not carry any guns."
"What's the safe distance?"
"Very far, at least one kiloter. Last ti the assassination squad's sniper, 970 ters away, was spotted by him, dodging the electromagnetic bullet."
"God, this is a monster, right?"
Hearing this, Beckett clicked his tongue repeatedly; this level of danger awareness and reaction speed is hardly inferior to those legendary rcenaries of Night City.
No wonder the organization is preparing to deploy hefty asures this ti to completely resolve this issue.
They opened their suitcases, pulled apart the compartnts, and started assembling parts. Soon, a tripod was set up inside the room, looking sowhat like those used for caras, but the large device installed on it was no cara.
It was a laser guidance indicator.
Specifically used to provide missile guidance.
A missile fired wanting to hit a target several dozen kiloters away, requires a pair of eyes to help it lock onto the target and guide the missile towards it.
Hence, generally intercontinental missiles require dedicated military satellite assistance.
Combat fighters rely on their own radars, of course, if there's a dedicated radar early warning aircraft assisting, it can greatly enhance the air-to-air missile's lock-on range and hit rate.
Thus, to direct missiles to hit wherever you want, you need to have a complete system.
Best to have your own space satellite, otherwise relying solely on ground radar not only limits range but also reduces accuracy.
Besides these thods, there's a specialized close-range guidance operation.
Using a laser guidance indicator with at least 80 kilojoules of power to illuminate the target, providing close-range guidance for the missile.
The Cuba Drug Trafficking Group has everything except military satellites, and it's impossible to send radars to California.
This is the only way they can attack Horizon Corporation remotely and avoid Lin Miao's almost exaggerated crisis awareness noticing and dodging.
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