A Deal Between Demons and Devils

154. A Deal Between Demons and Devils

After being received, Kenichi Shiro soon met Slider.

"The vice president of Arasaka Corporation in Night City—the Kenichi Shiro who could effortlessly stir up bloodshed on the North American corporate battlefield and make even Militech's upper ranks tremble—actually deigned to visit this shabby safehouse of mine, to call on a poor blind man."

After using his equipment to see the visitor, Slider's voice was as hoarse as if it had been scraped by sandpaper, every syllable steeped in deliberate mockery.

"Heh, this really is... quite an honor." He slowly turned the adjustment knob linked to his vision. The visual aid emitted a piercing hum as its lens focused on the visitor standing in the doorway.

Even a hardened veteran who had spent years scraping by in Night City's filthiest streets and alleys could not stop his fingers from twitching when the visual aid finally projected the man's face clearly onto his retina.

He deliberately slowed his movements, letting his callused fingers lightly tap against the metal casing of the neural scanner as the device scraped harshly across the floor.

The wound in his prefrontal lobe, one that could never heal, began to throb again—the memento that had made him blind, and the reason he could not install artificial eyes to restore his sight. Now, he could only piece together the outline of the world through connected equipment and surveillance feeds.

Kenichi Shiro watched Slider without speaking, merely surveying and observing him calmly.

But while Kenichi Shiro had no intention of speaking, Slider had no intention of allowing the silence to continue.

Since the other man did not intend to acknowledge his greeting, they might as well get down to business.

"I know you must have gotten my information from Militech. Or maybe New