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The priest's contact information was what Lin Miao wanted, but he didn't get it to call him.

Rather, it's to make a note in advance, so when the priest calls him, he knows who's calling.

Because people have already started asking where the Sixth Street Gang's new equipment came from, as there hasn't been anything like it on the market before.

The wind was brought by the old captain, and Lin Miao would naturally let him blow the wind back.

Let the old captain subtly reveal to the priest Sebastian that the equipment was funneled into Night City through his channels, and the priest would naturally come to find him.

Though this matter has little to do with the priest, he has quite the ties with the Valentino Gang, known as the 'Cannon Priest' in his youth, playing as a defender on the team.

In the various local factions of Haywood, he has considerable prestige.

He might not get the locals to believe in Jesus, but if he called them to fight, they'd definitely show up.

(Just kidding)

As Lin Miao expected, hours after notifying Reyes to leak the information to the priest, the priest contacted him.

Lin Miao was somewhat worried that the call might come at an inconvenient time, but after giving the meddling people a harsh lesson, they grudgingly kept quiet.

The priest was probably sitting in a bar using a computer camera or a phone like Lin Miao, with booming rock music in the background. The lighting was dim, but Sebastian's face, full of Italian charm, could be seen.

Especially those small mustache and squinting eyes, along with the rare Mediterranean hairstyle in Night City.

"The Lord said, I come not to bring peace to earth, but a sword."

"Mr. Lin, you have gifted weapons to the devil, letting them massacre God's people..."

With an aged, calm tone, the priest opened by reciting the Bible, sounding like he was telling Lin Miao he'd soon go to hell.

But Sebastian is not one of those religious zealots, nor would he curse Lin Miao to be tied to a stake and burned.

"But the omnipotent Lord gives everyone a chance to repent as long as they are willing to bear the cross and follow Him."

Lin Miao cooperatively touched his forehead and shoulders with his right hand, clasped his hands, and prayed devoutly.

"Father, I confess to you, I haven't strengthened my determination. I'm a fallen one tempted by money. To me, the money of both the devil and God is equally tempting. Faced with two gold coins, I really can't tell which is the devil's and which is God's."

"..."

Sebastian is quite a gentleman; if he had been a bit more hot-tempered, the priest might have pulled out his shotgun to exorcise the fallen one in front of him.

"The Lord will forgive every lost lamb who repents, but His people now need weapons to resist the devil's minions."

"Light ones cost eighteen thousand, heavy ones twenty-two thousand, with exchange within three days and warranty for three months. Buy ten, get one light machine gun free; buy twenty, get a discount of nine point five percent. If you open a membership, there are additional free services in the future."

"I will ensure each exoskeleton is filled with the Lord's teachings and blessed with Holy Water from the church, letting the warriors who wear this armor spread the Lord's glory and fight for Him."

"Believe me, this beats a few euros' worth of indulgence tickets."

His devout expression delivered mercantile language at a rapid pace; if God knew Lin Miao had such followers, He might send another wave of floods to cleanse the earth.

But if there really were a God, this world wouldn't have developed into such a mess.

"..."

Sebastian reckoned he had seen many kinds of people: ruthless mercenaries, greedy businessmen, self-important corporate dogs, but it was his first time encountering someone speaking in Church personnel's tone about money-making.

Even the priest didn't want to keep up the charade with Lin Miao using his previous tone; he realized he'd be the one to suffer if he continued.

"So how soon can the delivery be made?"

Lin Miao smiled and said

"That depends on their loyalty to the Lord over there. The more loyal they are, the faster the weapons will arrive in their hands."

"..." Sebastian rubbed his brow, realizing that discussing money directly was the most efficient.

"I will go negotiate with them, let them directly connect with you, and hope both parties achieve satisfactory results."

"Absolutely."

After a bout of friendly negotiations, they disconnected the link.

...

Wild Wolf Bar was bustling; it could be said to be one of the primary bars for the Valentino Gang's members.

The owner here is Guadalupe Alahandra Wells, everyone likes to call her Mrs. Wells.

A woman of great reputation in Haywood, which is also related to her personal style.

Many locals in Night City grew up as orphans and abandoned children, and to them, Mrs. Wells is like a second mother, nurturing many through her support in this area.

Thus, even now, many city dwellers who have been bullied outside come here to cry to Mrs. Wells, corporate dogs, gang kids, lone wolves... It's just like a confessional room in a church.

So very few who lack vision dare to cause trouble here; offending this place would really mean you're not going to get by.

Sitting opposite at the table were the Valentino Gang leaders. Gustav Orte somewhat nervously asked

"Father, what did that guy say?"

"He's a pure businessman." Sebastian didn't want to recall the content of their conversation anymore, and he directly gave Lin Miao's contact information to Gustav.