Even the Night City's television program, Business Talk, had made it explicit:
--Elizabeth Cres, the former president of New America, was the former CEO of Militech.
And the current president of New America, Rosalind Miles, was also the former CEO of Militech.
Didn't that seem like quite a coincidence?
In the past, the Military-Industrial Complex would at least find a puppet to become president while it stayed behind the scenes.
Now, it had stopped pretending and laid all its cards on the table.
It had gone straight into the presidency itself.
Jefferson's face was as heavy as water, as though he had fallen deep into thought.
Su Xiao had told him everything he needed to know and was preparing to leave.
He would avoid disturbing him for now.
But just as Su Xiao put the car into gear and prepared to open the door, Jefferson suddenly said, "Wait a moment, Su."
"Is there something else, Mr. Peralez?"
"Name your price."
Su Xiao looked at Jefferson in confusion. "Hmm?"
Jefferson said directly, "I know you're very capable. I'd like to hire you as my director of security. Don't worry—the compensation will absolutely be generous."
Although Jefferson was still only a mayoral candidate, competing with Wilton Hort for the mayor's seat,
he was far ahead whether in the polls or anything else.
Put simply, if Ryan were still alive, it would be hard to say who would ultimately win between Jefferson and Ryan.
After all, Ryan might have had plenty of scandals, but he had ultimately guaranteed Night City's independence. That alone was enough to earn him a loyal following.
But now, Lucius Raine was dead, and Jefferson's only opponent was someone like Wilton Hort.
Not only was he Ryan's lackey, he was also a complete lapdog who wagged his tail