Summon the Villain: Marvel.

A few days passed, and Dexter Deshawn's surprise showed no signs of stopping. He was deeply impressed by the strength of Wesker, Electro, and Sengoku Lingma. Not only was the mission they had to complete shocking, but also their personal strong abilities.

Among them, he was particularly impressed by the Electric Man who went on a mission with him. They came to the Bad Land, the territory of Adecado. At first, Dexter Deshawn didn't want to come here because he knew that his appearance was too eye-catching, especially in the territory of Sol Bright, which seemed a bit out of place.

He also knew that since Sol Bright came to power, he tried to break the family's smuggling tradition and tried to establish a relationship with the company, but this approach caused a lot of resentment in the camp. Some people called Sol Bright a company lackey and believed that he was using Adecado to achieve personal interests, but Dexter Deshawn knew the misunderstanding.

Finally, he decided to let Oleg, who was also injected with the virus, drive them to Sol Bright's camp, because he had finally changed, and he was no longer the fat man he used to be.

Dexter DeShawn and his group crossed a desolate desert and arrived at Adecardo's territory.

The Badlands is a desolate and dangerous place, widely considered to be one of the most dangerous areas in Night City. The surface of the Badlands is filled with yellow fine sand, and the sand and dust are rolling in the wind, forming a hazy scene. The sun is high in the sky, scorching the earth, and the hot air makes people feel suffocated. In this endless yellow sand, only some sparse vegetation grows tenaciously, and life lingers in the harsh environment.

The entrance to the camp was guarded by a heavy iron gate with the Adecado family emblem inlaid on it, symbolizing the family's authority and glory. In front of the gate stood several warriors in tattered clothes, holding weapons and looking around vigilantly, ready to respond to any potential threats at any time.

Dexter Deshawn walked in front, his eyes scanning the surrounding environment, paying attention to every detail. Although he seemed to be at ease, he was always alert in his heart. In a place like the Badlands, any reckless action could cost one's life.

Oleg followed closely behind, his cybernetic implants glowing, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

The Electric Man followed indifferently.

They walked into the camp, and the members of Adecado were not enthusiastic about their arrival. Some of them looked at Dexter Deshawn, Oleg and Electric Man with cold eyes, and were obviously not interested in their identities.

The camp was filled with the strong smell of oil smoke and sweat. Members of Adecado came and went, and everyone had a cold and alert look on their faces. The Bad Land was not a friendly place. It was a place for buying and selling interests. People here only believed in interests, not emotions or morality.

After Dexter Deshawn got out of the car, he looked around. Dilapidated buildings and abandoned vehicles were scattered around, revealing the traces of years and the ruthless time. The dirty streets, which couldn't even be called streets, had a crowd of people, some talking in low voices, and some conducting various transactions.

"Where is Saul Bright?" Dexter DeShawn's voice was cold and firm, without any politeness.

A sturdy warrior came over with a hint of disdain on his face: "Who are you? What do you want to talk to our leader about?"

"Trade?" The soldier sneered. "We don't welcome deals with corporate lackeys."

Oleg frowned, he didn't like this arrogant attitude. His eyes turned cold, his hands on the weapon, ready to strike at any time.

However, Dexter DeShawn reached out to stop him. He looked at the warrior with a smile and said, "I am not a lackey of the company. I am just a middleman. What I bring is an opportunity for the exchange of interests, which is beneficial to both parties."

The soldier frowned, obviously not believing what Dexter Deshawn said. He laughed sarcastically: "A middleman like you dares to come to our territory? You really overestimate your own abilities."

"You may not believe me, but I believe Saul Bright would be interested in this opportunity," Dexter DeShawn said lightly.

The warrior hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go inform the leader and see if he's willing to see you."

Dexter Deshawn nodded and waited quietly. He knew that no matter how the other party viewed him, Sol Bright would not easily let go of an opportunity that could bring benefits. In a place like the Badlands, whoever could bring him more strength and resources would be the ally he needed.

Sol Bright looked at Dexter DeShawn and did not speak immediately. He was silent for a moment, as if he was examining the middleman in front of him.

"Are you here to do business with me?" Saul Bright finally spoke, his voice clear and crisp, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Yes." Dexter DeShawn responded frankly, without avoiding or hiding anything.

"You're completely different from the Dexter Deshawn I know." Saul Bright frowned.

Dexter Deshawn responded with a smile: "You can understand that I used something similar to Animal Gang's super testosterone and animal supplements. Oleg behind me, you should also have an impression of it."

Sol Bright stared at Oleg for a moment, then nodded: "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"A business about the company."

"Company?" Saul Bright asked. He did have some ideas recently, but if the Dexter DeShawn in front of him was really Dexter DeShawn, then he did know someone in the company and he could listen.

"Go on."

"We plan to attack Enterprise Square."

"What!" Saul Bright shouted in shock.

Upon hearing the noise, the Adecardo members rushed in immediately. "Go, go, go, all of you get out of the way." Looking at the Adecardo members who came in, Saul Bright immediately scolded.

Then he readjusted himself, sat down, and asked in confusion, "Are you going to attack the company?"

"It was the business that did it." Dexter Deshawn pulled out a cigar and said, "Want one? Mind if I smoke one here?"

Saul Bright shook his head: "You smoke it."

The two did not continue their conversation, and Dexter Deshawn smoked his cigar quietly.

a long time.

"I'm sorry, but I can't get Adecado into trouble," Saul Bright refused.

"Don't you want to hear the benefits?" Dexter DeShawn asked finally.

"No, I can't put my family in danger." Saul Bright smiled slightly and said apologetically.

Dexter DeShawn nodded, then stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll just pretend I didn't tell you about this." After taking a puff of his cigar, he continued, "I don't want this to be reported to the company."

Saul Bright responded: "I did not see Dexter Deshawn today."

"Let's talk next time we have business."

......

Dexter DeShawn, Oleg, Electro and Wesker came to the territory of the Night Walker, a desolate abandoned factory with some dilapidated buildings and abandoned vehicles scattered around, making people feel as if they were in the ruins of the end of the world.

The Night Walker's territory is as dangerous and tense as the Badlands of Night City. Here, the law of survival is the law of the jungle, and only the strong can survive. Dexter Deshawn knows this very well, and he is ready to deal with possible enemies at any time.

The Night Walkers are a large and notorious group of wanderers that span multiple states. They live on violence and looting, and are hostile to mercenaries and city dwellers. In this cruel world, the Night Walkers are like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on weak prey at any time.

Dexter Deshawn walked in front, his face calm, without a trace of fear. He knew that it was not easy to negotiate business with a force like the Night Walker, but he also had his own confidence and means.

"We have to be careful. Night-walking ghosts are not easy to deal with." Dexter DeShawn whispered to his companions behind him.

Oleg showed a cautious attitude, while Electro and Wesker had blank expressions on their faces.

The group continued to move forward, and Dexter Deshawn stepped into the Night Walker's territory without hesitation. They were surrounded by several members of the Night Walker, weapons tightly in their hands, and they watched these strangers vigilantly.

"Who are you? What is your purpose here?" asked a member of the Night Wanderers gloomily.

Dexter Deshawn smiled faintly, knowing that this was the usual attitude of the night walker. He answered bluntly: "We are here to discuss business and have a cooperation proposal."

The members of Night Walker exchanged glances, and then one of them sneered: "Cooperation? Do you think we will believe you? Here, only interests are real."

"I think it would be better to just kill them. Their things will be ours." Another person said evilly.

"We have no other intentions. We just want to have a mutually beneficial cooperation with you." Dexter DeShawn's tone was firm and sincere.

At this time, a tall figure walked out from the crowd. He was wearing a black leather jacket, his face was covered with tattoos, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade. It was the leader of this night-walking ghost, Nash.

Nash looked at Dexter Deshawn and the others, with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "Who are you?"

Dexter DeShawn walked calmly towards Nash and looked him in the eye without fear: "I am Dexter DeShawn, a middleman. We are not here to cause trouble to you, but to start a cooperation with the Night Walker."

"Dexter DeShawn?" Nash raised his eyebrows and teased. "It looks different."