"It's better to see something once than hear about it a hundred times. Burger King Buy and Sell Fucking Big Man."
Hansen didn't know what he was feeling as he read out that name in the important private room at the banquet he had poured so much effort into.
After reading it, even he laughed.
When he finished laughing, he continued:
"Heh. When I first joined the military, a recruit got both his legs blown off. The medic decided to amputate him right there, but he cried and begged the medic not to cut off his dick, saying that without it, his life would be over.
Can you believe it? He'd gone to the battlefield and was still thinking about going back to chase women."
If the upper-class people who had spoken with Hansen before saw this, they would surely be astonished:
In their eyes, Hansen was a thorough military commander and a very charismatic leader-
Charisma came in different levels, of course. To them, talking nonstop about genitals certainly didn't count as charisma.
Before an important meeting, people in this world would study the other party's past and information, sketch out their personality, and make useful psychological assumptions. They used these techniques to steer the conversation and gain an advantage.
But all of Hansen's records were classified, so there was no way to sketch out his personality.
The private room where the two were talking was by the window at the Sapphire Nightclub. Outside wasn't Night City, but the rundown Dogtown and the sea. The lights faded away in this direction; prosperity lay on the other side.
Burger King was a terrorist, just like him, so there was no need to hide his true self.
That was a reasonable explanation, but Hansen might have been putting on an act.