 All right, what's up internet? Doing an early morning game stream and yung nap. This is one of the core missions for Phantom Liberty. I actually started doing this one like a month ago and then I wanted to restart kasi at the perfect vantage point for everything. I wasn't able to do full step. I got you. But basically this is like a set piece where you have to do help your partner out. and I made it like halfway through the sequence before going loud but I'm trying to. I am trying to See a bunch of containers. Could use them to get to your side. Wait, wait, there's one more. I found the third threat last time. See the main elevator shaft. So I don't know, the last time parang suddenly guards arrived and I thought we should start shooting but apparently we shouldn't start shooting. So this is like in the greater mission where you have to infiltrate the HQ basically of the Big Bad and you're trying to look for the the Netrunner. Maybe we could just start shooting now but trying to keep it stealthy. Actually reminded me of an old arcade game. Parang there was like your sniper assist for that arcade game. Good work, proceeding forward. I last loaded this up. I need an assist. You can take the guard on the left. The one behind the wall is mine. Clear shot. It's kind of sequencing, it's kind of cool naman. Parang you have to work in tandem with the AI. Let's keep moving. What's up, Irvine? No MVP sa single-player game. Thought I'd do a change of pace after sa sizable patrol headed your way. Soo pa. Okay. I forgot that one. But that's not where I got in trouble last time. It's like suddenly may dumating naman guards and I had to I thought we were going to light them up. I'm in position. Guard's in view. You need to take to you that camera above me. Camera's mine. Good. Tag out target and fire the rifles. Hang on, hang on. This is where I kind of ran into trouble, I think I remember correctly. Is there some two guards there? Guards could have spotted me, V. I needed to deal with them before they're on me. Patrolling. Finish it, V. Clear. You can make your way to the bridge. Did we go loud? Okay, I don't think they went... Wasn't... Oh, that was it? Yeah, keep the gun. Okay, I haven't... Oh, that was it. Got a lot messier when I was... I did it the last time. Silky smooth work, V. Well played. I'm impressed. Let's head to the elevator. Follow me. Great. Gotta collect them... Gotta collect them credits. Oh, but my brain has to work. Too early in the morning for my brain to work. All right, Idris Elba. Show us the way. Oh, shoot it. We don't have all day. I know. I have nobody pressed the button. Almost there, V. Fucking finally. You're looking a little pale. Little deja vu is all. Different elevator, different hotel. The city didn't turn out great. Nice to see that. It's my job to notice things like this. How many office you've been on? Ballpark. One of the number of years you've been around. But right now, we're crashing the party of a bad boy dictator. While aiming to walk out with his prized possession. So... no pep talk? Am I still in the web suit? Yes, I am. Cannot remove the web suit yet. Dress up, Ty. Throw on your new threads and plaster on your best fake smile. A party awaits. Looking sharp. Let's swap this out for the... Did we get the sniper rifle? Apparently we cannot. Okay. We're all set. Go to the party. I'd hand it to Hanson, V. Party's hopping. Has a sense of grandeur. Didn't have shit like this at mine today. Now hop on over there and help me out. Manage to forget what real champagne tastes like. Just shindig. No mind if I do. A pleasant evening to you. You have a problem with your... a gamer, but also like at hardware through DS. And you're wondering next time. Frame rate is pretty smooth. Not bad for a... old dirty... It's not about who has the right credentials. You just have to speak Hanson's language. You think Hanson will agree to revitalize 10% of the zone because of a few trumped up military slogans? That's not what I mean. He needs to be shown his projected profits and losses in plain writing without any sugarcoating. So you think I'm sugarcoating? You signed a contract with Night City. Well done. Just leave Hanson to me because no offense, I know you'll find a way to cock it up. Ah, the dream of restoring Pacifica to its intended glory lives on. Overheard some investors. Ready to watch their cash disappear into Hanson's pockets. Graping them. This is what the graphics engine does well in this game. He's kind of like moody scenario. I mean, night time neon scenarios. Get a good view. City looks appropriately dark. What else can we see? Hey, haven't I seen you on the feeds? Warning people about the relic? God's light shine upon you. Pastor warning people about the relic on the feed's main appearance. Maybe he's here to save Hanson or collect donations for his church. End of the day, blood money, still money. The same again? Unbelievable. Starting tomorrow. Claim Kurt was pleased. So I'm puzzled why he withheld his support if only in your negotiations with the bald twerp from the consular. I think he wished to appear neutral for public consumption, of course. We didn't put two ministers behind bars to appear neutral now. That ship has sailed. Mumbai branch is losing patience fast. Remind him tomorrow. Naturally, of course. Here goes nothing. I saw you simping for that mangy slut from N54. Honey, I was just being nice. Ugh, they don't pay you to be nice. You're supposed to be tending to business. You know I could tell Carlos because my husband caught a whiff of available pussy. Tell you what. I'll talk to Carlos. Just so happens the mangy slut from N54. Disclose some shit, he'll be very interested in hearing. Honey. In a few years, all of this will be obsolete. Like, they don't need... AI will do it. I would forgot why there's a party in the first place. All she said was to come here. She'll either find us or she left us something. And you? What's your play? Gonna stroll and mingle. Good night. To my right, boosts far back behind the stairs. The guy in the fatigues. Looks like he came here straight from a firing range. Owner of the Black Sapphire, Mr. D-Town himself, Kurt Hansen. Clearly having a great night in the company of the NCPD commissioner. PA broadcast. This and the anti-law enforcement. It's in it. Avoid them. Especially in the confrontation. Beside that, David, I'll grab a drink and... Don't press a one-two. Ginatonic, please. Say, I'm looking for a friend. She was supposed to meet me here. Because your friend have a name. Song Song. Korean lady, around 30. How you appear via the relic is... A vestige of the past. From a time when I still wasn't. See, the black wall. It's hard to explain. Each connection, penetration comes at a price. It's so good you're here. Don't know what I'd do without you, V. Really? I get involved in this. Good to finally meet you in the flash, face to face. The, uh, runner. Your friend. Well, I could say we... Guess the two of us just... I ran out of time. Saul. I've made... So many mistakes. Nope. And you can see it on YouTube. It's all right, Saul. Not your fault. On you? I guess all of them. I know what they made you do. They pushed and pushed. And I wasn't there to stop it. Either her first order of business. That's... It is. We got it. What's the point? I'm... Diane, Saul. Relics killing V. Got a plan. Yeah. One I can't hope to enact without your help. Hanson pulled some tech out of a bunker under Dogtown. Tech that could cure both V and me. We need to clep it. Only way I see of doing that is to stay close. Play the prisoner. So...fuck. We'll wait for an opportunity in Pounce. I'll be on the inside. Ask for your help when the time's right. I can flee once I have that tech. Nothing's ever simple. Ha. So me. Up, here we go. Care to introduce your friends? It's not often I'm simply not familiar with guests attending my own party. And I never forget a face. Kurt Hanson. Names V. Just V. Haven't seen so many in years. Trying to catch up. Oh, that's what this is. To me, reunions consist of picking up the broken, scattered shards of your heart. Or teeth. Always hurts. Well, I need to grab you, darling. I have a couple NC politicos here. And if we're to keep hungry rats from devouring do- I'm all yours, Kurt. See you soon, V. Pima worked. Re-established our link the moment I touched you. Interesting. I need a minute to process. And I need a drink. Headin downstairs. I'll explain everything. Just need you to listen. What's the deal, song? That I've ever seen a prisoner parade around. Not to mention being... It's a charade, V. Doing what I need to survive. To get what I want. V, I... I can't explain everything now. It's too much. I can't explain everything now, but you gotta get to the next stage and we'll let you know... All I want is to get that cure for us. It's one of a... The cure. We need the neural matrix. Secret tech that incorporates AIs from beyond the black wall. The matrix was nested in a mainframe hands and pulled out of the bunker. In short, it's storage. A carrier for an AI trapped within certain... When the AIs triggered, it'll execute what's stipulated within... Got a plan. Hansen needs me and a duo of runners who worked on this tech in the past. They actually grabbed access codes they're willing to unload for a price. Classic black market ship. They're bringing access, I'm bringing know-how about how to pull the matrix and you clip the access codes, you'll then impersonate them for a meet with Hansen. Say meet while we'll swipe the matrix out from under his nose. So, runners? Personality theft tech. I'm kinda specialized. Of all people. Couldn't have imagined those two. This job, this whole... Story. You're hiding something. Still. I don't have time to explain the ins and outs now. Here. Downstairs. Bread-headed twins, walled to the teeth with ice. Crochet scans will show you bunk. They're blowing me off. Champagne glass over there. Prep some intel for you. Get it to read. You'll need it later. Really need to go now, V. I'm counting on you. Songbird. And she's gone. Again, the framerate is pretty smooth. Although I've tried it with these open crowd levels. And if you turn the DLSS off, the framerate really plummet. Again, you gotta hand it to NVIDIA. The tech works. Especially just for framerate. Some people complain that the graphics suffer. I'm not in that camp. I think the graphics are pretty good even on the island. Seems your special agent has special needs. Trying to drown his sins and sorrows. No, you're still my favorite entrance. Talk to Songbird via the relic. We can communicate again. Yeah. I just need a process for a minute. It's just how I'm built. A little adversity and I need a few moments to think. Come up with anything? Yeah. We now know who took a swipe at Myers's head. What are you thinking? Don't doubt you. But I see coincidence as patterns. Structures me if you had to recognize. What you driving at? SF1 crashes. Not anywhere, but over specific turf. Control by someone who found some obscure forgotten tech in a secret bunker. Right. Crash was an inside job. We suspected that from the get go. It can't be the person who's been pulling your strings. And we know there was Songbird. She was behind it. Too early for conclusions, don't you think? Got no proof she planned this in advance. Could have improvised. Reacted to facts. Come on. It don't actually think she learned about the cure just now. She made a deal with Hanson earlier. Had to before any of this went down. Traded the president's life for access to the tech. The NUS press sold to a crime lord. Huge if true. Myers pressured Somi to reach further, reach boundaries, and then Somi snapped. To know about that, Song recruited me specifically to pull Myers out of that wreck. Seriously doubt she wanted her dead or snatched by Hanson. There's never that sympathy. As I see it, Somi was playing both sides, simultaneously spinning deals with Hanson and you. She has Hanson said, then you come in. She contacts you via the relic, ask you to rescue the president. Absolution for her right there. You need to cure just as much, guaranteeing you'll help if your plan falls astute. Then here we are. Yeah, and here we are, rushing to Songbird's rescue. Thinking a few steps ahead was always astray. But judgment calls and situational assessment, Hurricane Lee's Hill. As a chess master, she'd be famous for dazzling plays and excruciatingly beautiful defeats. Still trust her. Trust she'll keep her word. Promise me the cure and I fully intend to get it. Only thing that matters really. I'll be careful. Mind sharp. Eyes and ears attuned. But I know Somi well enough to know she'll do her damnedest to be fair. Right. Just branded your beloved bell of the ball who you're out to rescue a traitor. Well now, what do you want to do about it? You know V, trees and they ain't ever black and white. They try to zero me once too. What if we've all been played? Main thing now is to get her out of this cesspool of a sitch then we'll see which direction to take. Right. No point pouring over it now. Right. Back to the sitch it had. What do we have to do to save her? To grab the text onward and I both need we got to go to a meet with Hanson. Prep for what's required. Because we show up as a pair of runners. Need to clep their identities first. Whatever that means. Personality imprint theft. Sounds like our Colombian job of yours. Who are they and where do we find them? So how's one go about it? Clep in someone's personality. FIA menentropic tech. Alex has access. You should have used it already. You look, sound and act like the individual whose personality you assume. To do it, we need scans of our targets. Song got this shard to me. Take a look. Our targets are a brother and sister. Red-haired twins. They're here somewhere. Shmoosing. Okay, we need to pull data. Get samples of assorted behavior. We may contact with them. Got it, I think. So, time to make our move. Over there. Wow. Traced him in a flash, Reed. Notice them some time ago. They stand out even in this mountain pot. Twin roulette looks like. Alex, copy that. Radio loud and clear. Prep and scan tech now. You knew to this, but relax. We'll do it as a forehander. I scan one, you handle the other. Alex will pilot us too. V, zip and funds your way from our operating budget. Load up on chips and join their gang. Just don't go all-in from the get-go. We stagger our approach and we're strangers. Let's get to this. Struck gold with roulette, really. Gambling throws people around. High and low brings the joy of winning and the despair of defeat. Perfect for our purposes. Okay, gotta get me some gambling chips. Waiting, sir. Want to buy some chips? Of course. Good luck at the tables. Important, you're not there to have fun. Simple bets, red or black only. None of the double street or basket bullshit. Understood? Understood. Oh, you know what that means. Three, when you join us. Red, place your bets, please. Bedding's open. By all means. Make it red. I'll join you momentarily. All bets are in. Bedding is closed. What? No introduction? V. You? And that boy is my brother, Emerick. How's things? Any luck? We started just moments ago. What's your poison? My treat. A bourbon for me. Alas, mo frere does not drink. You heard the lady gentlemen here. And what'll you have? Hard liquor, please. Whiskey. Inori okay with you? Japanese, more and fine. Your drinks will be here shortly. Even get this guy a drink? Hey, merd! Let's go, let's go. I think we actually want some stuff there. Can't get a hold of Reed. No idea where he is. Stall for time, okay? You must have dirt beneath your fingernails, too. Like all these bastards and bitches. That is, unless you're a tourist. Like the no-lifers who must watch others live to feel anything provocative. What do you think I am? Oh, my my! One drink and already flirting? Bold. 25. Odd. Red. Defit. Fucking done here! Can't help feeling I interrupted something when I walked up. Do not worry yourself about this. Oh, Cam Cam. V is just being called here. Miss Pa V, you weren't snooping just now for you. 24. Don't know sign from Reed V. Got a sinking feeling about this. Place your bets, please. Hey, it's my magic number. So, gonna... You got me. Aren't you big time? But in my defense, you guys stand out. Even in a crowd like this one. Oh, really? Listening to conversations of strangers can be... dangerous. Sometimes you can hear more than you can handle. Listen. Reed's MIA for now can't wait for him. Gotta do both scans on your own. We were discussing local politics. Specifically our host, Mr. Kurt Hansen. Big fish, selling big guns for big money. Yet here you have celebrities, politicians, even the chief of police. So, I was thinking perhaps Hansen would do better by being a veritable businessman, no? I claim he would. Mon cher frère, disa grise. 21. Odd. Red. Guess it's not my lucky day. Place your bets, please. Who is Kurt Hansen really? A crucial question. Tread carefully. Hansen's a suit without a suit if you catch my drift. Oh, my fucking god, you Americans. You used to have more imagination. Tossing you around V, don't letter. Level the field. Ask a gank question. Get a gank answer. Deservedly, I'd say. Tushay. Empty banter aside, a stupid man the colonel is not. He should, um, diversify revenues and assets. 28. Even. Charming little show you're putting on. In Hansen could take dog down by the throat, eject the junkies and make it a paradise for billionaires. Just getting rich is dull. You should work for the community, invest, create jobs, throw banquets. She's getting chatty. Doing good, V. And charities are excellent washing machines. You launder billions. Believe me. It's not even over, I'm up or down. Your social dish is beautiful. What? Hansen going missionary position in business, nonsense. Read still not responding. But you keep working it. Let's go. Swap twins. Naive thinking, friend. You wearing digi blinders. Excuse me? For fuck's sake, V. No offense, but you're claiming there's no point in Hansen going legal. He's making great scratches a criminal. Yes, and? Meaning, sure he can stay in his comfort zone, sharing out eddies. Or, with a bit of legwork, become an untouchable gazillionaire. Tons of hustlers, plain criminals out there, don't suits. Fuckers are truly above the law now. Wow, just opened them up. Nice. Eh ba, voilas. Place your bets, please. Care to expand? Floor is yours. To save, V. Arms or property, it would make no difference to me what I sell. And to spend five years on efforts to change how people see you, call you. To be upstanding in the eyes of others. I could not give a shit. Ah, damn. I should have bet on red. Almost got it. Give me something big now. Make a laugh or cry, I don't care. How about we go all in it? Everything we want tonight. And we play different colors, yes? You win or we do. And either you or we lose all. My thoughts exactly. A moment. You joined the table by drinks, talk and talk. Now you wish to risk everything. I find this disquieting. Perhaps you can now tell us about yourself. Tread lightly. Names V, after life-affiliated. Make what you will of it. Are you happy now? You choose first then. I'm seeing red coming. Black for us then. I was tempted to say like a secret agent. You win some, you lose some folks. Leave us for a moment. If you please. Goodbye then. I know your friend Reed is FIA. My natural assumption is you're an agent too. I'm also guessing you two took it upon yourselves to save the president. Then ex-fill her out of Darktown. I should send you back to Night City in body bags. Filled with pieces. Wow, you cracked it. Clever man. To be honest I got tired of the media circus. All the... Luckily. Always willing to help. Don't you worry. Guy, you're back Colonel. I will let you and Reed walk free of this place. Your little bird came to me on her own though. She was breaching the black wall jeopardizing the net. Pass it on to President Myers. Also tell her Hurt. I've matters to attend to. Okay V, got all we need. Yeesh, colossal prick. Hear what he said? Yeah, call it off. Didn't like it one bit either. Some of the bitch said I'd find Reed downstairs. Yeah, heard him. Wasn't crazy about his tone. Time to eat back V. Best not tempt to face. Later, ride out to one. And you know what's up with Saul. You're going to eat something crazy. Hobots. Run on empty for never. After the island, we'll hop onto a plane and fly out over the Pacific. The Pacific. I'm not a terrible precise death feature. So we'll be flying for... Fame singer, right? And you are? V, just V. Nice to meet you. Got some dirt on Myers. Can't imagine it happening. But if the public learns that NUS president willingly broke international laws governing cyberspace use. NUSA's fucked. Myers will either have to take the fall let herself be buried in dirt for this. Or she'll defy the world and spark another war. Fuck me. And he can prime her for use whenever he wants. V, we need to get her out for everyone's sake. Ah, just once I'd like to see things go smoothly as planned. This feels so very, very wrong. Here we go. Straight on from here. Gonna walk you two out. Come on V, one reason to hang. I'm going, I'm going. Jeez. That's right, you are. I thought we were going to get roughed up a little. I could turn on this turret. Smart. Leaving already? How was the party? You have a good time? We could take him. No stopping, let's go. Fuck off. Got a wonder if this guy's double cross or two. Got everything. I'll sit. Both of them. I said, we got everything. Well, well. And then you are. Hanson showed up. We chatted. He clearly knows what's... Personal WMD I mean? Yeah. I was afraid of this. Preen. Sure. Oh, and V, bang up work. Alright, that's it guys. Thanks for joining me for a early morning, early Saturday morning game stream. So we'll have a bunch of content that definitely another live stream tomorrow. At least two or three videos next week. Just need to start editing them. You'll hear more about my trip to China with Deep Cool. Deep Cool reviews on their new coolers and bunch of other content. So we kind of have to ramp it up a little bit for March because I was away for like a week. So that kind of stopped up production. But we did have a new video released just yesterday. Do check that out. Our build off video. So yun. Thanks so much. Have a good weekend.