Jack and V weren't actually stupid. They had just been briefly dazzled by fame and fortune, overlooked the limits of their own abilities, and taken on a job beyond their capabilities.
On top of that, they lacked experience. Before doing anything, they hadn't made several backup plans in case something went wrong. They hadn't even worn bulletproof vests. It was about as unsafe as going fishing without a helmet.
Still, the phrase "blinded by profit" was neutral when applied to mercenaries. People became mercenaries for money, didn't they? Surely no one entered this line of work to accumulate virtue and do good deeds?
But now, with far greater fame and fortune right in front of them, that fat black guy was nothing compared to legendary figures like Johnny Silverhand. The moment Johnny said something was off about that guy, V and Jack came to their senses.
As for whether they had truly noticed something wrong or were simply agreeing with him to curry favor, it didn't really matter. The outcome was more or less the same.
Lying in the surgical chair, running his fingers over the familiar yet unfamiliar cold armrests, Su Ming smiled as he watched the two happily high-five each other.
To him, the so-called legends of Night City were nothing special. This was merely one city in a chaotic world, still a long way from becoming famous across the world.
But sometimes, even a little bit of happiness for ordinary people could be especially moving. His quota for doing one good deed this month was considered complete.
"Alright, don't just stand there celebrating. Get yourselves some better clothes and decent weapons first." Johnny, who was enjoying the examination with his eyes closed, interrupted the two jumping about. "I'm serious. The two of you have three little pistols