"Ha ha ha ha! Badlands. Cook."
V stumbled out of the restaurant, laughing so hard she was bent over, and kept slapping Jackie on the shoulder until his face went dark.
"What kind of stupid name is that? Let me catch whoever came up with it, and I'll-"
"Eat him alive, right? Ha ha ha. I can't take it."
"Enough, stop laughing. We're on Tyger Claws turf. We don't want some corporate agent popping out at us again."
The three of them rode the subway to Jig-Jig Street, where a black XBD dealer named Lenny was said to hang around.
As for Jotaro Kujo, Lier vaguely remembered that the creep's base of operations was in a nightclub called Phoenix, but a name on its own wasn't much help.
For one thing, it was an underground nightclub. Even finding it online required the right connections.
For another, although Night City in the game was impressive, no game could truly recreate a real-life metropolis of nearly ten million people, block for block. The addresses in the game might not be real, and Lier couldn't possibly remember them in such detail.
So having a name was a big advantage, but without a clue to connect it to, a name was just a name.
Jig-Jig Street was Tyger Claws turf, but unlike their other territory, it was essentially Wakako's turf.
The last time Lier had been in City Center, he'd had a bit of a clash with the queen of Japantown. Strictly speaking, though, things had ended well, and there was no bad blood between them.
Optical Camo really was a pain to deal with, so Lier planned to buy a fully equipped military visor the next time he went shopping.
"Okay, okay. What's in that box of yours?"
V stopped laughing and looked