Chapter 41: David's First Mission

"No, I've used this thing before," David said, sweat dripping from his brow. While Sean Wistan's ability to accelerate him was undeniable, it always left him dizzy and disoriented.

Jack raised an eyebrow at David's words, clearly surprised.

"Really? You've used this prosthetic before?" Jack asked, skeptical. He was well aware of the cyberpsychopath who had gone berserk two days ago using the same prosthetic, but his concern now was about Peter, who had supplied it. Even if Peter didn't use it himself, selling it to someone like Victor could have fetched a decent profit. However, seeing David wear the Sian Wistan, Jack chose not to question Peter's decision—after all, Peter had his reasons.

"But hey, kid, after using this prosthetic, why didn't you inject yourself with immunosuppressant fluid?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Immunosuppressant fluid? What's that?" David replied, looking confused.

Jack sighed heavily, then turned to Peter with a look of exasperation. "Peter, the guy you're working with is nuts. Who in their right mind installs this level of prosthetic without even knowing about immunosuppressants?"

Peter shot him an annoyed glance. "Alright, enough. Let's go. I'll take you to see Victor," he said, brushing off Jack's comments.

Victor's clinic was cramped but clean, with rows of neatly arranged equipment lining the walls. As soon as they entered, Victor glanced at David, his expression immediately shifting to one of concern. "Peter, where did this kid get the Sian Wistan?" he asked, eyeing the prosthetic carefully.

"It's a long story, Victor," Peter replied. "Just check him out. He says he's used it a few times."

Victor sighed but didn't press for details. He motioned for David to sit, then began his examination. "Well, the good news is that there's nothing seriously wrong. Surprisingly, David's nervous system is much more active than normal. Even after using the Sian Wistan, his system remains stable."

Peter nodded, though he didn't look surprised. "That's what I thought. He seems to have a higher tolerance for prosthetics than most people."

Victor adjusted his glasses, still studying David. "Even so, he's not invincible. Overusing this prosthetic will still fry his nervous system. He'll need immunosuppressants, especially if he plans to use it more than six times a day."

Victor rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out several small needles filled with a clear fluid. "Here. Inject yourself if you feel dizzy. And seriously, kid, try not to push your luck with this thing."

"How much?" Peter asked.

Victor smirked. "Since it's you, I'll only charge 500 euros for these inhibitors."

Without hesitation, Peter transferred the money to Victor.

"Brother Peter, you didn't have to—" David began, but Peter cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry about it. You've got work this afternoon. I'll deduct it from your pay."

David nodded, determination flashing in his eyes. "I won't let you down!"

Later that afternoon, the team gathered outside a Tiger Claw gang stronghold. Peter handed David a small chip. "Your job is to get inside and plant this chip in their main computer. I've sent you the building's layout. Treat this like you're walking into your own house—quiet and clean. No unnecessary noise," Peter instructed.

He gestured to Lucy, who was seated in the back of the car, typing furiously on a laptop. "Lucy will hack into their security system and keep things clear for you."

Lucy glanced up briefly, her face expressionless, before returning to her work. She had been training under Peter for weeks, and her hacking skills had improved dramatically. In terms of game stats, Peter would rank her as a hacker with an intelligence level of sixteen.

"Got it, Brother Peter!" David said, his confidence bolstered.

As David disappeared into the building, Jack leaned back in his seat, bored. "How long do you think it'll take him to screw up?" he asked with a smirk.

Peter didn't bother to look at him. "A few minutes."

Jack chuckled. "I'll bet 500 euros he panics and blows his cover."

"Bet all you want, but if Misty finds out, don't come crying to me," Peter shot back.

Jack groaned, but before he could retort, Peter's focus shifted to the screen on Lucy's laptop. The security feed showed David sneaking past the Tiger Claw guards with surprising ease. His movements were calculated, precise—he was a natural.

Inside the building, David studied the layout Peter had sent him. He moved quickly but cautiously, avoiding cameras and guards. When he reached the main server room, he took a deep breath and inserted the chip.

"Chip is in," David whispered into his comms.

"Good. Get out of there," Peter's voice replied.

David retraced his steps, but as he neared the exit, a guard turned the corner. For a moment, their eyes met. Time seemed to freeze.

David acted on instinct. He darted forward, using the Sian Wistan to accelerate his movements. Before the guard could react, David incapacitated him and hid the body.

Outside, Jack's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold on the monitor. "Huh. Maybe the kid's not so bad after all," he muttered.

Minutes later, David emerged from the building, breathing heavily but victorious. He climbed into the car, a triumphant grin on his face.

"Mission accomplished," he said, holding up the empty chip case.

Peter nodded, a rare smile crossing his face. "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."

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