As Lier had said earlier, it was Hansen's turn to choose sides.
Night City's factions were far too united in their views, which greatly reduced the room for scheming. If the corporations had no space to meddle in Night City's surface or underworld, which corporation would keep pouring money into the place?
The corporations would definitely start testing the waters and even prepare their initial moves. Lier was certain that the explosion at EBM Stadium was the work of some corporation.
As for Dogtown, maintaining the status quo there benefited everyone.
But on the other hand, the Hellhounds were a Militech unit, and Sapphire's biggest trade wasn't high-tech instruments or technology. It was military equipment-
[Phantom: I know that guy. He's the head of a terrorist group in Europe. Hah, he's come a long way. Probably here to buy anti-ship missiles. There's been news about them lately.]
Lier glanced discreetly at the people by the windowsill. They stood by the window, smoking as they discussed business.
If what Phantom said was true, then this really was a strange sight. If he was a terrorist operating in Eastern Europe, here to buy anti-ship missiles, the man in the wide-brimmed hat Phantom had mentioned in the private room might be their direct "handler."
The anti-ship missiles the terrorists got their hands on might even have been sold by that man in the wide-brimmed hat.
"Anti-ship missiles?" V's expression shifted slightly, though she kept it well under control. She merely discussed it quietly with Lier.
Lier sighed. "Yeah, anti-ship missiles, plus submarines and tanks. This is a warzone, darling. Don't be too surprised. Bring us two Bacchus tequilas. Make it three; my bodyguard deserves to relax too."
Jackie groaned inwardly, but still shook his head with great professionalism. "No, Mr. Peralez. I need