Footage of the fight wasn't hard to get.
As long as the corporation was willing to invest resources, its netrunners would tirelessly dig through cyberspace for footage from surveillance cameras that should have been destroyed.
As long as the data existed, recovery was possible-that was what corporate netrunners did most of the time.
They either recovered traces from the current Net or tried to recover data from the days of the Old Net.
Lier had known this day would come, but he had also prepared his answer.
He simply pulled out Yinglong. "You mean this? It's pretty handy."
"That shipment went missing in Atlanta."
Lier spread his hands. "That doesn't concern me. If you want to buy it back, sure. But street rules: you don't ask where something bought on the black market came from."
"Which black market did you get it from?"
"No comment."
The man inside the car frowned. They had just been talking about cooperation, and now this?
Lier immediately added, "But considering our good working relationship, I can give you a lead-Dogtown."
"...The terms have changed. Hand over that gun. I want the data inside it, or the deal's off."
"Sure-don't try tampering with it, or you'll regret it."
Lier freely handed over the gun.
He wasn't afraid in the slightest.
All the data in the gun had been deleted and scrambled through the cross-dimensional data channel.
They could attempt to restore the data, but when some of the usage data had been computed and processed in another world, they could rack their brains all they wanted and still never find it.
The result would be their netrunners scratching their heads frantically. No matter how they restored it, the data would be distorted.
Lier's composure wasn't what the man had hoped for, but it was a