NetWatch Agent Bryce Morris.
Lier didn't really remember this guy, but there were only so many NetWatch agents in the original game.
This guy was kitted out pretty well. Unlike Lier, who relied on cheats to get into the Net, he was a genuine elite Hacker.
Apart from the skin on his face, all the skin on his head had been replaced with Synthetic Material designed to improve heat dissipation. This heat-dissipating material extended from the deep-dive port at the back of his head all the way across his back and down both arms.
Such an over-the-top cooling system spoke volumes about how dangerous his work in Cyberspace was.
Backed by the top-tier organization Network Watch, they had the most advanced Access Pods, Firmware, and any other tools they might need for Netrunning.
Lier glanced at the Hacker whose brain had been burned out a short distance away, then sat down beside Bryce.
"Occupational hazard?"
"This isn't an occupational hazard. Network Watch has zero tolerance for cybercrime."
"That doesn't sound like much of a tough-guy statement to me-you're in Night City now, not Europe."
Zero tolerance for cybercrime sounded impressive, but everyone knew just how rampant cybercrime was in Night City. There was no point pretending otherwise.
Bryce was left speechless by that-he had to admit, it was true.
Attitude was one thing; reality was another.
Their attitude was zero tolerance, but in reality, they couldn't keep it under control at all.
"...You're even calmer than I expected."
"Thanks. Can I take that to mean that the first time you got kicked out of the Net, you were scared shitless?"
Bryce's face darkened. Could this guy even talk?
"Ahem. Cut the crap."
"Don't you think you're the one talking crap? If you didn't arrest me, then you've got a job