《Cyberpunk:2075》


 Chapter 1 :2075

    "Good morning, Night City! Yesterday''s Dead Man Lottery only saw four people die in each neighborhood. I don''t think anyone has thought of this number. I don''t know how many people lost their money with their pants in the air. You all need to take good care of yourself." Thank you to the NCPD officers. If they hadn''t stopped you from getting rich while eating donuts and firing pistols, no less than twenty people would have died yesterday.


    The Watson Uzumaki Gang made a fuss again in the Kabuki District yesterday. These psychopaths who are addicted to transformation don''t know when they can stay peacefully for even a second. Heywood''s Valentino Gang seems to be in trouble. They don¡¯t even celebrate their traditional holiday, Day of the Dead, with their pants held up. We have to wander around the streets. This day is really endless. Well, Taiping Prefecture is still Taiping Prefecture. I think the city hall should give them awards to celebrate this is another day of peace. In short, I am your ironclad Brother Stan, join me and start a new day in Dream Night City. "


    The noisy sound made Karl wake up.


    "Damn...my head hurts."


    Karl, who felt like he was leaning on a wall, opened his eyes, but felt that in front of his blurred eyes, there were colorful flowers, and various colors impacted his eyes. The stimulation he received when he opened his eyes was more than when he closed his eyes. Sour and refreshing.


    "The GG card is so bright that it''s dazzling..."


    After his brain was stunned to accept the information received as his eyes gradually became clearer, Karl found himself lying in a smelly high-rise apartment garbage dump, looking through the guardrail of less than 1.2 meters. View from the apartment building patio.


    The GG card, which wanted to fill every gap, crowded every place, and only hated that its brilliance was not bright enough, flashed with brilliance, reflecting a vague and somewhat psychedelic color in front of Karl.


    Feeling uncomfortable all over his body, Karl managed to support his sore body and stood up from the smelly garbage pile and looked around.


    The corridor of this apartment building is about a hundred meters long. A group of weirdly dressed, futuristic guys stood in twos and threes in various places in the corridor talking. No one paid attention to Karl in the trash.


    "What''s this all about?"


    Feeling that the confusion in his head had dissipated a little, Karl tried to recall his last moments of consciousness before fainting.


    Carl, whose surname is Ka and Er. As a man with the extremely rare surname Ka, Carl¡¯s life is ordinary. Apart from his pretty good looks and his fondness for playing games, there is nothing worth mentioning. In memory, he seems to I was watching a gameplay demonstration video of a game....


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    Then what?


    The memory was fragmented here, and the last impression he had was that he was watching the video.


    ¡®What are you doing? ¡¯


    Thinking back to the gameplay demonstration video called ''Cyberpunk 2077'' that he watched repeatedly in his memory, Karl was suddenly stunned.


    Because the last fragmented scene in his memory was exactly the same as the scene in front of him.


    Isn¡¯t this super skyscraper the apartment where the protagonist V lives in the demo video?


    At this time, Karl took a serious look at the group of strangely dressed guys. He had only glanced at them briefly and thought they were dressed strangely, but now he looked carefully and saw that the messy things on those people were not prosthetic bodies. !


    What is a prosthetic body? It is something similar to a prosthetic limb. It is a future biological and medical technology that appears in science fiction literary and artistic works. Its essence is to replace the human body''s faulty or too fragile body with mechanical, bionic body, etc. to replace it.


    Are these things real?


    Karl glanced at a passing apartment resident, and after his eyes moved down to the area between the other person''s legs, to be precise, it should be the crotch, he immediately believed that he had traveled through time.


    As for why.


    Because it¡¯s shining!


    Damn, that guy¡¯s underside is glowing and changing color. Is this some kind of LGBT-style rainbow? !


    As far as Karl knew, such an exciting thing had never been seen by him at least in the country where he lived.


    Inexplicably, I came to a place that was exactly the same as in the video, and I also saw this shocking scene... Oh, this is not a description, because the guy with the light underneath was really shaking. Shrugging, Karl was referring to his shoulders. This guy looked like he was suffering from epilepsy. His lower body was glowing and his body was shaking and swaying.


    Karl, who was standing in the garbage heap, did not block the path of the Luminous Man, so he shook his body and walked over. After he walked away, Karl also left the garbage heap, trying to find the last glimmer of hope in his heart. This was not a real affirmation, but when he stood by the guardrail and looked above the patio, a floating car just passed by in the sky.


    "Okay, accept it."


    He patted his cheek with his dirty hands without disdain. Karl finally understood his time travel.


    Although some concept vehicles called floating vehicles were developed in his original world, there was no comparison between those things and the vehicles that Carl saw now, which were traveling at extremely fast speeds from the sky. The technological gap between them can no longer be filled in a few years. What else can he do if things are like this?


    At least the place he traveled through was the cyberpunk world that he was already familiar with, rather than some dark 40K universe. He didn''t need to howl like a bastard who had his toes stepped on.


    Karl stood by the guardrail and waited for a while, but did not hear any system prompts. It seemed that he was alone in his journey through time, and there was no system to chat with.


    Then could he be a soul traveler, and give some memories of his original body?


    When he thought so, a reckless apartment resident opened his crotch and urinated not far from Karl. Karl really saw his reflection in the strange-colored liquid.


    Oops, it was wearing.


    But it seemed that it was not completely.


    Staring at himself who looked only about 18 or 19 years old in the reflection, Karl still remembered that he was 24 years old.


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    Ignoring the person next to him who was groggy after peeing and almost fell headfirst into the liquid in his body, Karl strolled in the apartment building, wanting to know the current year.


    As for the date, he knew it when he heard Stanley, the announcer of Night City, in his half-awake state, because the announcer mentioned the Day of the Dead. According to Carl''s memory, it was a festival similar to the Chinese Ghost Festival in Mexico, and the celebration time was November 1st or 2nd. According to that, today should be November 2nd or 3rd.


    As for why Carl knew it, it was because he had seen an animation called "Coco", and the inspiration of the animation came from the Day of the Dead.


    After walking a few steps, Carl got the information he wanted.


    Among the GG cards changing in the corridor, one GG card marked the date.


    It was a GG that promoted the Dead Lotto, and the date written on it was...


    November 3, 2075.


    It was actually 2075....


    I have no idea what happened.


    Just as Carl was thinking this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have a golden finger.


    These words and the previous notices were not in the language and words he was familiar with, so why could he understand them all?

 Chapter 2. I am here

    After discovering his golden finger ability in 2075, which he could get by installing a translator, Carl was a little excited, because he had been ready to face this messy world naked and innocent, but before facing it, he knew that he was actually wearing a pair of underwear, which was enough to be considered a comfort.


    He was not a guy who drank too much "water of life", so he would naturally feel at ease if he was fine.


    Okay, after adjusting his mood, what should he do next.


    After thinking for a while, Carl had the answer.


    In short, first get a place to live and enough food to eat a few meals... Well, I have to get some mobile communicators or something. I don''t know if there are any normal mobile phones for sale in this world except for the installation and external prosthesis.


    Carl didn''t have the idea of relying on his own body to fight against the machine. If he could install a prosthesis, he would definitely install it, but just thinking about it, you can know that the high-tech must be very expensive. Maybe the old thing will be cheaper?


    Of course, it may also be that it is too old and has become more expensive.


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    While thinking, Carl walked back to the guy who had urinated and was confused before and had collapsed on the ground.


    Carl noticed that the young man with a green cockscomb and iron sheets on both sides of his cheeks, who looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, had a pistol dropped by his hand.


    ¡®Jun... Ke... Dun. ¡¯


    Hmm?


    Carl felt as if he saw something on the pistol, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.


    This doubt made him look at the pistol intently, and what he didn¡¯t expect was that when he looked at the pistol, words that he could understand appeared in his eyes.


    ¡¾Military Technology M-10 AF Lexington¡¿: A military technology product, a light and easy-to-use, small-sized kinetic pistol with low recoil, suitable for subduing people.


    Oh, it seems that my golden finger can not only understand the meaning of words, but also weapons.


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    Then can it be used to look at people?


    With this idea in mind, Carl looked at the young man with a green cockscomb, and the same words appeared in front of him.


    ¡¾Insufficient Intelligence¡¿


    Insufficient Intelligence?


    Why is there insufficient intelligence? Is there any difference between people and weapons...


    Just when thinking this, Carl''s mind flashed, and he suddenly understood why.


    In order to verify this idea, he looked at other people passing by, and in his gaze, the words displayed by each person were insufficient information, but some of the weapons they carried on their waists could be seen by Carl, and some also showed insufficient information.


    ''So that''s it. ¡¯


    Carl figured it out. This golden finger was not a translator. It was just a summary of his memory. Carl had seen those words and heard those words before. His golden finger summarized the meaning of those words in his mind, dug out those things buried deep in his mind, and translated them for him.


    The reason why Carl could figure it out was because he remembered that he had seen the introduction of the weapon Lexington in the advance information about the game, and that introduction was exactly the same as what he saw now.


    To a certain extent, it was an automatic memory that helped him summarize his memories.


    Not a bad ability, the function has exceeded that of a simple translator.


    Carl stared at the Lexington, then looked at the green-haired cockscomb lying over there, and after thinking for a while, he still didn''t pick up the weapon.


    This is not because he has a noble bottom line, but because Carl found that this guy''s body was still shaking.


    What if this guy suddenly wakes up and subconsciously grabs the gun to shoot himself?


    ¡®Let¡¯s think of other ways...¡¯


    Just when Carl was thinking this, he suddenly found that the green-haired cockscomb in front of him stopped shaking, and then the words he was looking at changed.


    ¡¾Dead, cause of death, excessive drug use¡¿


    ....


    Carl looked around the other places around him. He was next to the garbage dump of this apartment building. There were basically no people there, in other words.


    ¡°Generally speaking, the dead are the greatest, but for me now, the living are the greatest. Sorry to bother you.¡±


    Picking up the pistol from the ground, Carl found that as the green-haired cockscomb stopped shaking, some colorful pieces of paper slipped out of his pocket.


    ¡¾Euro¡¿


    ¡°You are quite polite.¡±


    After accepting the total of 230 euros, Carl saluted the green-haired cockscomb as a tribute, and turned away.


    He had memorized his appearance, and he would remember this mess of kindness.


    ¡®If you still have relatives, then when I have the ability to find them myself, I will repay your relatives. ¡¯


    Karl was not a person of high moral character. He simply believed that a favor should be repaid and a grudge should be avenged, although in the true sense, he was stealing.


    Hiding Lexington under his clothes, Carl, wearing a black coat, walked towards the elevator. In short, let''s take it one step at a time and look for places on the street to get mobile phones or similar items. In this future world, even monks need receivers that can receive offerings.


    Entering the noisy elevator playing various GGs, Carl pressed the descending button. As the elevator continued to fall, the little light from the dilapidated door of the elevator was reflected on his face, making his expression look vague and illusory.


    "Boom."


    Amid the distortion sound caused by the old machinery, the elevator door was opened, and Carl walked out of the super skyscraper.


    What caught his eyes was light.


    Colorful, shining on the tall buildings and the bustling crowd.


    Night City is located in the Free State of Northern California, on the Del Coronado Bay on the west coast of the United States. It has been described as a city of dreams and a capital of crime. However, when Carl saw the real Night City, his first impression was something that was absolutely inconsistent with it, and even a little ridiculous.


    City of Lights.


    A city full of light.


    It was too dazzling, a little blinding.


    Carl looked at the city and suddenly smiled.


    But whether it was the City of Dreams, the Capital of Crime, the City of Lights, or the City of Night, it didn''t matter.


    Because he already existed in this city.


    Anyway, I''m here.


    Carl closed his eyes and faced the sky, then lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the street again.


    I, Carl, am here!

 Chapter 3. Food and Adaptation

    The super skyscraper is located in the Watson District of Night City. As for this Watson District, Carl recalled it a little and the information about it emerged in his mind.


    Watson District: Watson District used to be an industrial area, with skyscrapers, nightclubs, corporate buildings, top medical centers and prosperous food streets. It should have been the center of Night City until the financial crisis destroyed everything. Today, Watson District is the poorest neighborhood in the entire Night City. The two most vicious gangs, the Tiger Claw Gang and the Vortex Gang, are entrenched in the poor streets and alleys here.


    NCPD Danger Level Assessment: Extremely Dangerous.


    The full name of NCPD is ¡®Night City Police Department¡¯, which means Night City Police Department in translation. Obviously, the place where Carl is now is an extremely dangerous place even for the police.


    It is generally considered good luck to come to such a place as soon as you cross over?


    After all, for Carl, he is a little hungry now, and then there are several food stalls in front of him when he goes out. Looking at the signs, it is still the East Asian food he is familiar with.


    It''s only natural to think about it. After all, Carl is now in Little Chinatown.


    ¡¾Little Chinatown was once an extension of the city center. It was planned as the second city center during the reconstruction of Night City. The company also developed this place. In the 1940s, a large number of East Asian immigrants, mainly Chinese, poured into this place, and it was named "Little Chinatown". However, as the Watson District was abandoned, it also became a poor area in Night City.¡¿


    Walking in front of the owner of the shop, Carl took a look at the damaged cushions with yellow-brown sponges exposed from them. His eyes swept over the greasy surface that even had some food residues. After searching for a while, he finally found a relatively clean seat to sit down.


    There were other guests sitting on the other side of the food stall. The boss was busy preparing food for them. In between, he said to Carl: "The menus are all on the screen. Just tell me when you''ve made your choice."


    Looking at the direction where the boss''s greasy finger pointed, Carl found that the place where the table should have been had been replaced by a bright display screen. On the screen, a variety of foods were displayed with prices.


    Judging from the appearance shown in the pictures, Carl had to say that the food on it looked very appetizing.


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    Unfortunately, he happened to know a lot of knowledge, and the moment he saw things, he already understood something.


    In today''s world, there are very few truly fresh organic foods and they are only available to the upper class. For example, the food from street stalls like this comes from protein farms and whole food factories. Artificial meat, hydroponic vegetables and synthetic spices are the mainstream foods consumed by people in Night City. As for these things, their raw materials are often some wriggling white worms and algae....


    Of course, some informal food processing factories may also add some popular foods, but don''t expect rats to be among them. In this era, even if rat meat is contaminated, it is a rare real meat that can be boasted to others about its taste, not to mention that rats are now rarer than corporate dogs wandering around on the road.


    With pictures of insects such as worms and locusts flashing in his mind, Carl felt that he didn''t need to accept it so extreme at the beginning, so he set his sights on vegetarianism.


    Eating algae is not bad either.


    He saw Chinese cold noodles. Judging from the pictures, this food looks the most vegetarian, although real cold noodles are basically made with chicken or beef soup.


    The raw material for making noodles is very reassuring, it is still wheat. Of course, the reason why it is wheat instead of other strange things is that wheat is more affordable than other things.


    In the United States, Petrochemical is the only company that is allowed to commercially grow genetically modified wheat. The genetically modified wheat they cultivate is a high-sugar grain that can produce CHOOH2 through catalysis and fermentation. CHOOH2 is a synthetic alcohol. In today''s world, this synthetic alcohol is the most standard combustible fuel. Petrochemical and its subsidiaries have millions of acres (1 acre is approximately equal to 6 acres) of farmland in the United States where genetically modified wheat is planted. This wheat is often in surplus during the harvest, and this part of the excess wheat will be sold to food factories, or donated to poor countries in the name of "humanitarianism" for public relations.


    Next to Night City, there is the land of Petrochemical, so Night City can have a steady supply of normal wheat to make pasta as food.


    I heard that this genetically modified wheat tastes very delicious, but I don''t know if it''s true.


    Carl looked at the price of this traditional Korean folk noodle, which is called Zhonghua, and found that it costs three euros.


    Considering that this stall is located in a poor area and this is vegetarian noodles, this price should be compared with the poor price in other places. A meal costs three euros. It seems that the euro in this world is different from the euro in the previous life. It has been inflated for many years...


    The previous three euros were equivalent to about 23 yuan in the currency of Carl''s country, but now it feels that the value of the two is similar.


    With new knowledge and information stored in his mind, Carl has adapted to this city.


    "Boss, give me a Chinese cold noodle..."


    But just when Carl took out the money and was about to ask the boss to give him a bowl of cold noodles to taste, an accident, or rather a daily routine in Night City, happened.


    "Boom."


    The boss''s head exploded in the sound of a kinetic pistol bullet.


    This is not an exaggeration, but the truth. Even the skull couldn''t contain the red and white inside, and it exploded directly.


    The unknown liquid splashed on Carl''s face along with the splattered skull fragments. When Carl blinked to restore his vision that was blocked by the flowing blood, the headless corpse in front of him, who turned back halfway because of the shouting, had already collapsed to the ground.


    "Fuck you Sixth Street Gang, you dare to run to our Vortex Gang''s territory, let grandpa open your crotch!"


    Amid the crazy shouting in the distance, Carl saw that the few people who were originally sitting opposite him had already hidden under the table of the stall. Their skillful movements and quick reactions were amazing.


    Listening to the shouting and gunshots that continued to sound a hundred meters away, Carl took a second to understand what was going on.


    Two gangs started a firefight, and the stall owner was accidentally hit by a stray bullet just now.


    If the stray bullet just now hit me, my head would have been blown up.


    This is really...


    "How can people adapt to it."


    Wipe the blood off his face, Carl has already grasped the pistol.


    You can''t even eat in peace, I fuck your whole family!

 Chapter 4. Oliver

    The Sixth Street Gang was born after the Fourth Corporate War among American veterans who were angry at the NCPD''s long-term inaction. They claim to "bring justice to the city", but their actions are no different from other gangs. The total number of them is about 2,300, and among these people, Oliver is the newest one, and he has only joined the gang for less than a week.


    Originally, as a newcomer, he should not follow the captain to Watson District, because everyone knows that the Sixth Street Gang has always respected the territories of other gangs and only wants to guard their own Santo Domingo, so they rarely set foot in other areas. However, this time, a batch of important firearms smuggled by their Sixth Street Gang were robbed when they were transported through Watson District, and their team happened to be around Watson District, so as the first people to track down the firearms incident, they rushed here as soon as they received the relevant communication.


    However, what happened was still too exciting for the newcomer who joined the gang.


    Who would have thought that not long after arriving at Watson''s Little Chinatown, the Whirlpool Gang members who were negotiating with them opened fire on them because of a verbal disagreement. This was too barbaric. I had heard that the Whirlpool Gang was a group of lunatics who transformed themselves into monsters, but when they really met, they found that they were even crazier than I imagined.


    Oliver''s team had a total of ten people. The captain was shot in the head by a Whirlpool Gang member who drew his gun. In response, before hiding in the bunker, Oliver''s team killed four people from the Whirlpool Gang. However, the Whirlpool Gang had a total of thirty people this time. This three times the number of people plus the crazy prosthetic transformation, even though most of the members of the Six Street Gang were from the military and were many times more elite than them, they were still beaten and couldn''t lift their heads.


    ¡®Damn it, damn it, damn it, I just joined the Sixth Street Gang because my dad was in the Sixth Street Gang. I have no skills and I joined the Sixth Street Gang just to make a living. My dad also found a capable captain to take care of me, but this capable captain died in the first mission. What a big deal! ¡¯


    If the appearance of the head exploding can be considered a talent show, then it can really be considered a skill.


    ¡°Plop.¡±


    While Oliver was thinking about it, a teammate next to him was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground. His hands and feet twitched twice and then stopped moving.


    Damn it.


    Oliver quickly looked at his teammates around him and found that when he was muttering in his heart, there were less than four teammates left.


    Where is the NCPD, where are the cops, save them, can¡¯t you hear the gunshots here, save them.


    Oliver actually wanted to escape now, but he knew very well the consequences of turning his back on the enemy and betraying his teammates. The former would only result in death, but if the latter was found out, it would be more than just death. At that time, even if his father had some status in the Six Street Gang, he would not be able to save him.


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    According to the rules of the gang, people who abandoned their teammates had to be tied up, and the family members of the abandoned teammates would enforce the gang rules. They would take a razor and slowly shave their chins from pink to red, and finally to white.


    When Oliver was bored before, he read a book that wrote about "scraping bones to treat poison". It was described in a very manly way, but Oliver didn''t want to experience it.


    "Bang."


    It''s over, I''m dead!


    When Oliver thought so, he found that the gunshot did not come from the side of the Whirlpool Gang, but more like from the side of the Whirlpool Gang and them.


    "Bang, bang, bang."


    Amid the chaotic gunfire, Oliver saw that four of the scums of the Vortex Gang in front of him fell down in an instant. They were suddenly attacked unexpectedly and screamed everywhere, even forgetting that they were facing them. Many of them stood up and wanted to find cover again.


    Psychopath.


    Oliver fired decisively. The shooting skills trained by his father since childhood allowed the bullet to find its place. After a few shots, several more thugs of the Vortex Gang fell down.


    "Where are these people from? Are there so many bastards from the Sixth Street Gang!"


    "Bang."


    The guy with the loudest voice and the loudest shouting in the Vortex Gang was shot in the head, but he was hiding behind the cover.


    "Fuck, smart weapons, Kang Tao stuff!?!"


    Amid the panic shouting of the Vortex Gang, Carl was calculating the remaining bullets in his heart.


    The Lexington in his hand has a capacity of 21 rounds. He fired a total of six rounds just now, killing five members of the Vortex Gang.


    As for how Carl, who had never fired a gun before, could achieve such a result in his first shot, he could only say that he was cheating.


    After the first shot, as he thought, all the data related to the gun had been stored in his mind, as well as a series of messy influences such as wind direction and temperature. After he fired the first shot, the second shot was like being automatically locked. When he raised his hand and pulled the trigger, he could know where the bullet would fall.


    This feeling is like when playing games, locking a person with a cursor and shooting wherever you point, no, it is more comfortable than that.


    The sixth shot used a ricochet to kill the Vortex Gang member hiding behind the bunker, which was Carl''s attempt, and as expected, he could do this.


    Watching people''s heads explode under the muzzle of his gun, Carl did not have any adverse reactions. It is better to say that he has already thought about making these guys who disturbed him to eat breakfast go to hell.


    Carl actually adapted faster than he thought. Not everyone can shoot and kill people in less than half an hour of traveling. He killed five people in one breath. The little devils in hell who couldn''t collect souls had to worship him as an idol.


    Hiding behind a trash can, feeling the "puff puff" sound of the trash can full of trash on his side, Carl felt that he had an inexplicable affinity with trash, no matter what kind of trash it was.


    The recoil of the kinetic weapon was a bit strong. Although he had paid attention to holding both hands when shooting, Carl''s hands were still numb from the shock. Fortunately, this numbness was also in the adjustment of memory, and it did not affect Carl''s disposal of those bastards at all.


    ''Sooner or later, I have to learn the regular shooting posture and evasive action. ¡¯


    There weren¡¯t many shelters where the Whirlpool Gang and the Sixth Street Gang fought. It would have been fine if they were only facing one side, but when they faced two at the same time, the Whirlpool Gang was no different from walking naked on the street. When Carl¡¯s gunfire stopped, more than 30 members of the Whirlpool Gang had all fallen to the ground, and Oliver was the only one left of the Sixth Street Gang.


    Carl¡¯s slight anger had subsided.


    The conflict was over, and the matter was resolved

 Chapter 5. Hospitality

    Oliver panted, staring at the bodies lying on the ground in front of him. He couldn''t believe that he really survived such a gunfight. Bullets flew past his head several times, and he was lucky that his head was not in that position every time. He was really too lucky.


    But this was also based on the help of others. If it weren''t for the other person who suddenly joined in the middle of the fight, he would have been killed by the whirlpool gang bastards who kept pressing over.


    "There''s still one alive."


    As Oliver leaned softly against the bunker, he heard a rather young voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Zhang''s oriental face that matched the voice very well.


    Only one person? And this age, eighteen years old, or nineteen years old?


    At this age, he is still a student who has not graduated in Arasaka Academy, which specializes in training company dogs. Even in the street gangs of Night City, it is a bit too early.


    Although there is no such saying in Night City, there are still idioms with similar meanings. At least, Oliver''s Sixth Street Gang will never accept people under the age of 20 to join. Veterans hate new recruits to drag them down.


    Oliver looked at Carl''s face and thought about his identity.


    Is he Chinese or Japanese? If he is Japanese, then is he a member of the Tiger Claw Gang? The Kabukicho area in Watson District is the territory of the Tiger Claw Gang. Is it because of the conflict between the Tiger Claw Gang and the Whirlpool Gang that they took action?


    While Oliver was thinking, Carl had already walked in front of him and pointed the Lexington at his head.


    "Name."


    Having seen the other party''s shooting speed and shooting skills, Oliver, who did not intend to resist, answered honestly: "Oliver."


    "Age?"


    "Twenty-four years old, gang member."


    "Where did you come from?"


    "Six Street Gang."


    "Purpose?"


    "The guys from the Vortex Gang may have robbed our goods, so we came to ask, and ended up fighting with this gang of reformed lunatics."


    "Is that so."


    Carl said something that Oliver did not quite understand, and stretched out his hand to him.


    "Hand it over."


    "What?"


    "Your gun."


    Is this a plan to capture him as a bargaining chip for the Tiger Claw Gang? Seeing that they had also attacked the Vortex Gang before, could it be that they were planning to seek cooperation?


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    Handing his gun over honestly, Oliver cooperated very well, but then he found that this person no longer cared about him. This person wandered around the corpses, squatting down from time to time to pick up something from the ground.


    ''The fourteenth. ¡¯


    Mumbling in his heart, Carl, who had just taken a bag when he left the stall, put a pistol and euros into the bag while counting them. After beating someone, he would search for the spoils. This kind of thing that Carl took for granted made Oliver a little scared.


    ¡®Looking at the way this guy is searching, he is not from the Tiger Claw Gang, but a kidney-cutting scavenger. ¡¯


    In Night City, scavengers are a group of ruthless scum who regard people as objects to be sold. They like to attack civilians and lone gang members, attacking them to plunder money, organs and prosthesis, and Carl''s behavior in the search is somewhat similar.


    However, Oliver''s newly raised worries were slightly relieved after seeing that Carl had no interest in prosthesis and had no intention of dissecting the corpses.


    Thinking carefully, a guy like this guy, who has accurate and fast shooting skills, doesn''t seem to need to be a low-level scum... But this search is too careful and serious.


    Seeing that Carl was even looking through people''s hair to see if there was any money hidden inside, Oliver couldn''t help but stand up and walked to Carl''s side. As expected, when Oliver approached, a gun was already pointed at his head.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Without looking back, Carl said so. His harvest was not bad. These guys were not rich, but these bits and pieces collected together were almost more than 3,000 euros. The exact amount still needed to be counted.


    "That... If we don''t run away, the NCPD''s tailmen may come over. By then, we may not look good in the scene."


    "We?"


    After hearing Oliver''s words, Carl temporarily stopped looting. He turned his head to look at the Sixth Street Gang member with blond hair and a small mustache on his chin, and said, "I''m not a gang member. I''m just a civilian who was implicated by you and can''t even eat safely. I don''t need to worry about the NCPD."


    Civilian?


    Which civilian can use a very common Lexington that he himself disdains to use to blow up the heads of more than a dozen Whirlpool Gang members? You should know that the madmen of the Whirlpool Gang always like to perform prosthetic transformation on their heads. The meat content of their heads is extremely low, and they can grasp the gap between iron and meat and accurately send bullets into the brain. This shooting skill is definitely not something that civilians can do.


    In Oliver''s mind, he already had an accurate guess about Carl''s identity.


    This guy should be a mercenary, or a lone wolf.


    Listening to the sirens getting closer and closer, Oliver thought about it and said, "Then consider it as your reward for saving my life. You are disturbed from eating, right? If you don''t mind, I will treat you to a meal at a nearby restaurant, and how about washing your face?"


    Oliver''s eyes focused on the blood that was gradually coagulating on Carl''s face.


    "Eat."


    The search was almost done, and Karl looked at the bag that could no longer hold a pistol, but he didn''t mind being treated to a meal.


    "But it has to be vegetarian."


    The guy who kills without batting an eye is a vegetarian?


    The corner of his mouth twitched, but Oliver responded quickly.


    "Okay, I saw a Chinese restaurant on the way here. They should have some vegetarian food."


    After saying that, Oliver looked at his fellow Sixth Street Gang members who had all turned into corpses on the ground and sighed.


    Later, I have to tell my father about the things related to this place. Everyone who came here is dead, and I am left alone to live. No matter what the reason is, I have to give an explanation to the gang. I also have to give advice about the Uzumaki Gang when I go back. Dad discussed it carefully with the others.


    This group of lunatics have already made too much money. The Sixth Street Gang doesn''t really want to invade other gangs'' territory, but that doesn''t mean they are weak and cowards who can be bullied.


    Originally a gang mainly composed of retired soldiers, no matter how good-tempered they can be, the Whirlpool Gang will definitely pay the price for it!


    But before that.


    Oliver had to give a good meal to the lone wolf who helped him. He could still remember the life-saving grace.

 Chapter 6. Call me KK

    What, you don''t have any chip receiver or operating system installed on you, and you don''t even have a mobile phone?"


    In the restaurant, hearing Karl say this, Oliver''s glasses widened in disbelief and looked at Karl as if he were a freak.


    He originally wanted to use the money in his account to repay Karl for saving his life. Unexpectedly, Karl told him that he did not have an online account, nor did he have any prosthetics installed on his body. He could not even modify the basic operating system to add a chip. None.


    "Not even homeless people are like this anymore. Even monks who believe in not wearing prosthetic bodies will have some external receivers or mobile phones for storing incense money. In the end, are you a ''purebred person''?"


    "That''s not the case... You can think that I haven''t been exposed to these in my previous living environment. It''s troublesome to talk about it in detail. Do you have any way to install the operating system?"


    "Of course there is a way. You can just find a prosthetic doctor to do it. Then if you want to transform yourself and add some prosthetics to yourself, it''s no problem. This kind of thing is a trivial matter. It''s just a problem that you have been exposed to since childhood. , I¡¯m just surprised that you haven¡¯t come into contact with it until now.¡±


    "I want to find a prosthetic doctor now."


    Karl, who was already full of Chinese cold noodles, drank the overly sweet "Little Coke". To be honest, he didn''t like this kind of astringent Coke.


    "Then wait for me a moment."


    As Oliver spoke, his eyes began to flicker: "I''ll check if there are any prosthetics doctors around here that are nearby and have good reputations. If it''s in Santo Domingo, I guarantee that I can find four or five for you, but After all, this is the Watson District, and I''m not very familiar with it... Oh, there really is one, Victor-Victor. I seem to have heard this name somewhere. Well, it''s less than a hundred meters away from our current restaurant. Want to go there?¡±


    Victor?


    Upon hearing this name, Karl already knew its information.


    ¡¾Victor is a prosthetic doctor in Night City who runs a clinic in Little Chinatown. He seems to have been an illegal doctor for a period of time in the past¡¿


    Oh, old acquaintance.


    Karl still has some impressions of Victor. From the information he knows, he is the prosthetic doctor of the protagonist V in 2077. Since he is the doctor of the protagonist, his skills are trustworthy.


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    "Then let''s go there now."


    "Don''t be so hasty...you don''t know the way!"


    Feeling that his savior, whom he had just met and got along well with, was acting in a hurry, Oliver quickly followed him, walking beside him and leading the way.


    While walking, he also told Karl about the price of the prosthetic body.


    "Don''t worry, my sister is a prosthetic doctor. I know the price and quality of prosthetics very well. Your money is more than enough to buy a parallel operating system of military technology. You can still have more money left. Buy something else, if this The price given by the prosthetic doctor is too outrageous, so we can just turn around and leave. I can¡¯t trick you. It¡¯s just an operating system anyway. Any doctor can do it. If it¡¯s all a scam, I¡¯ll take care of you. Go to my sister and make sure the price is fair.¡±


    ....


    After Karl was silent for a while, he asked a question.


    "Do you usually talk so much?"


    "Didn''t you save my life, and then I felt that we got along well? To be honest, I have been in the Sixth Street Gang for a week, but I still feel suffocated. I always emphasize what military style is. The trouble with the rules is so great, but in comparison, I still feel comfortable getting along with you."


    "Your gender orientation shouldn''t be a problem, right?"


    "What are you talking about? My family is a traditional American family and we don''t engage in such messy things. I am definitely a boy and I like girls. I have had two ex-girlfriends."


    Xu was really restrained in the Sixth Street Gang and his personality was suppressed. After finally being freed because all his teammates died, Oliver seemed a bit chatty.


    "Oh, I will most likely be talked about by the people above me when I go back this time. I have already reported the relevant matters to the gang. No matter what, I am the only one who survives. This will definitely be complained and criticized by the other dead people''s families. After that, The people above may force you to Because of the pressure, he kicked me out of the gang. For the sake of my father, he would not kill me. He should let me get out of Santo Domingo. But I also happened to be tired of being in the Sixth Street Gang. This time It¡¯s just a good time to get out of the confinement of home and do something free.¡±


    "Even if it''s not your fault, you still have to kill so many people and you''re going to be kicked out of the gang?"


    "Our vice-captain is an eggless, gold-plated cerebral palsy. He died happily with nothing in his crotch, but the gang has to give Will Cannon a picked-up egg to answer the question."


    "Will Cannon?"


    "We are a senior member of the Sixth Street Gang. The dead Gilded Boy was his nephew. I couldn''t help it. I only found out his identity when I was eating just now. I really saw a ghost. I almost died on my first mission. , and then he was implicated by a stupid person."


    While complaining, a smile appeared on Oliver''s face, and then he touched Karl''s body with his elbow: "Brother, what can you say, I will be broke and beg for food on the street soon. I owe you my life." For the sake of it, why don¡¯t we do something together, such as becoming a mercenary or something?¡±


    "I think your life is more than offset by one meal."


    Carl''s words were calm, but he was a little interested in Oliver''s suggestion of working together: "But if we become mercenaries together, it doesn''t matter... I never care. You are a local of Night City, and you have an acquaintance, which makes it convenient to complete missions."


    "Then it''s settled, buddy. In the future, we will form a sharpshooter team. You are responsible for the sharpshooter, and I will be responsible for reaching out to help you search for money?"


    "I think your shooting skills are not bad."


    "I can''t compare with you."


    Oliver said, and suddenly remembered something very important: "By the way, speaking of which, I have always called you brother, and I don''t even know your name, how to call you."


    "Carl, last name Ka, first name Er, just read it forward, no Erka, um, of course, you can also call me the action nickname you just thought of, I think in order not to expose too much in the future, you also You can call me by this code name."


    "Code name, oh, I know, it''s the same as the latter part of Johnny Silverhand, Morgan Blackhand, Adam Heavy Hammer, etc., right? Indeed, to become a mercenary, you have to be like these legends... But my name can be seen everywhere, I don''t care about this kind of action nickname, what is your action nickname, I''ll remember it."


    "It''s just a simple English letter."


    Thinking of the letter V that belongs to the protagonist in his memory, Carl smiled and thought about his own name: "Call me KK."


    "KK?"


    "This is actually a code name that can be thought of my name. My name is Carl, so just start with K."


    "Oh, that''s it."


    In fact, this is only one of the reasons. For Carl, another layer of meaning involves the homophony of Korean and Chinese that only he can understand.


    KK, according to the name, means Kaka, and this Chinese pronunciation word has another homophonic meaning in Korean.


    That is''Your Excellency'',''Commander-in-Chief''.

 Chapter 7. Cyborg Doctor Victor

    Following the inquiry route, he passed through an alley with an iron gate and arrived at a basement-turned-prosthetic clinic. Carl politely slapped the middle-aged black-haired man who was sitting in front of a computer watching a boxing match. A hello.


    "Excuse me, hello."


    "Guest?"


    Hearing the voice, the man wearing glasses, with a sharp face and a sense of calmness in his expression turned his head and saw Carl and Oliver who were following him.


    "This is the first time I have seen such a polite guest in this city."


    The prosthetic doctor Victor''s eyes swept across Oliver, and then stopped on Carl.


    ¡®Young people who have not undergone any transformation. ¡¯


    As an excellent prosthetic doctor, Victor could tell at a glance that Carl did not have a prosthetic body, and because of this, he probably guessed the origin of the two people.


    "Are you planning to put it into storage?"


    "Almost...Doctor, what type of access warehouse are there, and what''s the approximate price?"


    Oliver helped Karl ask first, and if the price was too expensive, he could turn around and leave.


    "There is an operating system from the parallel line of military science and technology, which costs 5,000 ohms, and there is also a Seocho Electronics type 1, which costs 7,500 ohms."


    Hearing the price, Oliver''s mouth twitched: "Doctor, the operating systems you have here are not all brand new."


    Oliver had told Karl before that he had collected more than 3,000 euros and bought it into the warehouse, which was more than enough, but that was based on the fact that Oliver was already used to second-hand and old prosthetics. This prosthetic doctor dared to sell the goods so expensively. , except that this product is brand new, there is no other possibility. If there is the ability to sell old and second-hand products at real prices, then it is impossible for this store to open in a poor place like Watson District.


    "I''m not a gangster prosthetic doctor or a damn kidney transplanter. Of course, there are only regular prosthetics here."


    Victor picked up a certificate lying next to him and showed it to the two of them. It was indeed a formal prosthetic doctor''s certificate.


    "That''s what happened..."


    Oliver''s eyes flashed. He looked at his savings, only to find that there were only one thousand four hundred euros in them.


    ¡®This little money is not enough even if we add it. ¡¯


    Oliver thought about the situation where second-hand and old items sold by prosthetists were too expensive, and he turned around and left after thinking about it, but he never thought about the situation where people were selling brand-new and genuine items.


    The prosthetic shop only sells brand new genuine products. This is not in Taiping Prefecture. Brother Ni from Taiping Prefecture has a racial talent bonus. With the help of gangsters, he can grab good products at every turn. A normal prosthetic doctor, Shouldn''t it be compatible with garage sales?


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    But it was precisely because of Victor''s words that Oliver had already thought in his heart that even if he wanted to borrow money, he would have to let his teammates he just met get a warehouse here. The reason was very simple. Most of the prosthetic doctors of the old prosthetics are not familiar with the scavengers;


    If you can be fair and just say that you only have genuine products, you won''t be able to hang out with those scumbags. At least the safety of prosthetic surgery can be guaranteed. You don''t have to worry about being anesthetized and lying in the astonished bathtub to have your organs cut off. .


    So he immediately edited a message and sent it to his sister.


    ¡®Sister, please help me quickly, V is 500 for me. ¡¯


    "Do you want five thousand..."


    Hearing the price and seeing the change in Oliver''s expression from the corner of his eye, Karl, who didn''t have enough money, took out his euros and counted them, and found that the full amount was only 3,200 euros, which was still 1,000 euros short of the parallel line of military technology. Eight hundred euros.


    After exploding gang members'' gold coins, they couldn''t even afford an access warehouse prosthetic body?


    "drop."


    ¡®Where have you been? I think your location is not in Santo Domingo. ¡¯


    Oliver found that his account had been credited, not five hundred, but five thousand.


    ¡®Thank you, sister. I met a friend outside. I¡¯ll go back later. I love you. ¡¯


    ¡®You guy, you can only say some thoughtful words when you take money... I won¡¯t return to Night City for two days, so remember to go back early. ¡¯


    ''knew. ¡¯


    After communicating with his sister, Oliver, who received the money, was about to tell Karl next to him the good news that he had money. However, Karl had already placed 3,200 euros on the table next to Victor, and then turned around. Went outside.


    "Wait a moment Doctor Victor, here is 3,200 euros. I will come back with the rest of the money right away."


    After pulling the Lexington''s barrel to confirm that there was no problem with the firing, Carl was ready to go outside to find something to do. According to the rate of gunfights in this city, he should be able to gain something soon.


    "Wait a minute, Carl!"


    "Wait a minute young man."


    Together with Oliver, who felt that his companion was really acting too decisively, it was Victor who stopped Carl.


    The prosthetic doctor looked at Karl and turned his head, and in a relaxed tone he pointed at the pile of Euros still stained with blood: "This is enough money, and it''s not like I can''t bargain, so what are you doing in a hurry? I''ll take it." You have 3,000 euros. I¡¯ll install a military technology parallel line access warehouse for you. You can take 200 euros back.¡±


    "Hey, can we still negotiate the price?"


    "sure."


    A smile appeared on Victor''s face, and he said to the surprised Oliver and Carl: "On the contrary, I am curious why you just accepted my price without negotiating."


    "I didn''t just know that prosthetic doctors can negotiate prices..."


    He wanted to appear more sophisticated in front of Karl, but in fact, it was his first time that his sister had to handle the replacement of the prosthetic body. When he heard that it only cost 3,000 euros, he quickly transferred the money back to his sister. Then Karl arrived in front of Victor.


    Victor also stood up. He looked at Karl carefully and then said: "Listen to what he called you just now. Your name is Karl, right? How old are you this year? Have you done anything special before? Surgery?"


    Karl decided to answer based on his current appearance: "Eighteen years old. As for surgery, I have never had it done."


    "You mean, a purebred?"


    "Yes."


    "Then this operation may take a long time, and you will have to adapt to it for a while. There is always a first time for everyone. Don''t be afraid. I will give you anesthesia. Do you need to stay awake or just say whatever you want? How do you feel about having surgery on your own?¡±


    Anesthetizing the pain, there will still be some tactile sensation.


    Regarding this, Karl thought for a while and felt that feeling himself being operated on might be something he could experience, so he chose the latter.


    "Okay, then get ready. You are mentally prepared to wait for the operation. I will prepare the medical equipment. In a few hours, you will be reborn."


    Ten minutes later, after Carl lay down on the special equipment, the operation began.

 Chapter 8 . Troublesome Task

    The operation is over. Okay, get up. The anesthesia will continue for a while, but don''t move too much."


    After hearing what Victor said, Karl touched his spine and slowly sat down from the operating table.


    "How do you feel now?"


    Oliver, who had been watching for several hours but keeping his mouth shut for fear of disturbing the operation, finally no longer had to hold it in. He immediately came over and curiously asked about the effect: "It took me a long time to adapt to it. Just got used to it.¡±


    "I can only say that it is more acceptable than expected."


    Karl said this, and he found that he could try to connect to the local network servers of various companies with just a thought.


    "I helped you remove the background programs left behind by the company''s sales. This access warehouse also gives you some basic access functions, related to the improvement of computing power or for you to use it to do technology-related things. Don¡¯t be too indulgent when adding other things, as this may be hacked back into your body.¡±


    Victor reminded him, moving his hands that were a little numb due to the surgery. He performed the surgery with an external machine, and the whole process was done with his physical arms. He was a little tired after such a long time.


    "You can try to create a private account on it now, and then all your money can be placed on it. Unless someone else can get rid of you, or use hackers to hack into your operating system and crack your account, otherwise No one else can take the money in your private account.¡±


    Victor glanced at the bloody money: "If you want to add other things in the future, you''d better pay online. It''s not easy to launder the money."


    After hearing Victor say that money is difficult to launder, an image of a gangster saying that money is difficult to launder flashed in Carl''s mind.


    Victor''s appearance is so deceptive. From the appearance alone, who would have thought that such a middle-aged man with a mature and handsome face and a story that could be told at a glance would be a skilled craftsman. What about the physical doctor?


    "I will remember it, but if you solve other people''s problems, can you take the money from their personal accounts?"


    "The money in the dead person''s private operating system can be hacked."


    Oliver said next to him: "If you had this access warehouse before, then we might be able to buy it in full, no problem."


    "Then you have to be careful next time."


    He walked to the bag where he kept his gun before surgery, opened the bag, took out Oliver''s gun and threw it back.


    Oliver happily caught his pistol.


    "Oh, my dear Xinxing, you are back. Are you ready to find some work, KK?"


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    "If you have no money, you have to go to work."


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    After stuffing the extra two hundred euros handed over by Victor into his pocket, Karl picked up the bag: "I have to find a gun shop to sell these things cheaply, and then buy some bullets."


    "Are you planning to find work now?"


    Victor, who had finished his work and sat back in front of the computer to continue playing the boxing match, heard what the two said, tapped his feet on the ground, and turned his chair around.


    "The prosthetics on your body have no protective capabilities. If you want to go, remember to buy a body armor at a weapons store and put it on. It won''t block weapons, but sometimes you can be lucky enough to save your life."


    "Body armor, thank you, I will remember it."


    Carl remembered that the sale of body armor was prohibited in the United States before he traveled. Cyberpunk was indeed different. He nodded and thanked Victor for the reminder.


    "You''re welcome. I think there are only one more polite young man like you in Night City."


    Victor turned back, and the sounds of a boxing match began.


    Carl and Oliver left the prosthetic clinic. Before leaving, Carl took the iron folding door of the clinic with him.


    Victor is indeed a good man. There are very few people these days who don''t value money and are willing to offer discounts. Not to mention that this person is also a prosthetic doctor. If you want to get a new prosthetic body or repair it in the future, you can come here again. .


    In Night City, no store is easier to find than a gun store. In Night City, where everyone has a gun, there are even more gun stores than convenience stores. Carl and Oliver took a few steps out of Victor''s clinic. I found a gun shop on the side of the road.


    The full bag of guns didn¡¯t sell for much, and the whole bag only sold for 2,500 euros. This was obviously a low price, but it was something I picked up on the way anyway, and the shop owner was willing to give away a few boxes of bullets and gun holsters. Carl He didn''t mind selling it. After experiencing the data transaction and realizing that he had an extra 2,500 euros in his personal account, Karl could only say that his first experience was magical.


    "drop."


    Oliver, who was waiting for Karl to finish the transaction, suddenly found that one thousand two hundred and fifty euros had been transferred to his account. This number made him immediately understand and looked at Karl.


    "We''ll help you share half of it when we meet."


    Putting his Lexington into the holster provided by the gun shop owner, Carl blocked Oliver with words before he refused and wanted to turn back: "Since we plan to cooperate, it is natural to split it 50-50. If you can tell it so clearly, you¡¯ll have to do a lot of work.¡±


    What Carl means is that the two of them are just mercenaries anyway, so there is no need to subdivide them further. In the future, they can just subdivide them by contribution when doing big work.


    "No, I just want to say that this seems to be the first money I have earned..."


    Oliver didn''t care about these things. He just sighed a little: "I used to spend my father and sister''s money. I was kicked out of the gang within a week. This feeling of making money by myself is the first time."


    "Then it seems that you must have lived a good life before."


    Oliver, who was born on the streets, had never made money by stealing. His father and sister were people who protected him very well.


    After throwing some bullets to Oliver, Carl looked at the gloomy sky outside the door: "So, how should we find work now?"


    "Find a middleman?"


    ¡¾Middleman¡¿: An intermediary between edgewalkers and customers. Although they will extract a part of the customer''s remuneration, they can also help mercenaries solve most of the procedural troubles. In today''s era, they are indispensable partners for mercenaries who want to do big things.


    Information about the middleman flashed through his mind. Carl agreed with Oliver''s suggestion to find a middleman. If a mercenary who didn''t understand the relationship and the situation took the task by himself, he might be cheated if he didn''t get paid. It was definitely a smart move to find a middleman, but before that, there was a small problem.


    "Do you know any middleman?"


    "I didn''t plan to be a mercenary before, and I didn''t have much fame, so of course I didn''t know any one."


    "Is that so."


    Carl and Oliver looked at each other.


    How to take the task? Find a middleman. But if you don''t know a middleman, the middleman will naturally come to you if you make a name for yourself. But how can you make a name for yourself without taking the task? Then find a middleman to take the task.


    Okay, it''s a dead end.


    On the first day of the formation of the mercenary team of Carl and Oliver, they were troubled by not being able to take the task.

 Chapter 9. Go to the Wild Wolf Bar

    "Well, I got kicked as expected."


    On the second day after traveling, Karl woke up in a hotel in Watson District and received a communication from Oliver who had rushed back to Santo Domingo last night.


    "What do you mean?"


    After washing his face and looking at the young face in the mirror, Karl replied.


    "What else can I do? It''s true that I can''t go back to Santo Domingo in the future. I think I''ve been kicked out. I''ll be in the Watson area soon. Let''s meet at the restaurant in front of the hotel. You order first. I want a steak for ten euros. "


    "You really know how to eat."


    There was no toothbrush or toothpaste, so he put his fingers into his mouth and mixed it with water and rubbed it a few times. After brushing his teeth, Karl rinsed his mouth again and decided that he must rent a decent apartment in the future. This hotel was really not good.


    After walking out of the room, because the room fee had been paid last night, Carl walked all the way to the restaurant directly across the road from the hotel. When he crossed the road, he was almost hit by a rickety car, but Carl had a good mental quality. , without drawing his gun and giving the driver a few sober pellets to eat.


    After all, this is not Gotham, so there is no need to be so conservative.


    After ordering steak for Oliver and another Chinese cold noodles for himself, Karl, who felt that it might take him longer to adapt to insect meat than to mercenaries, bought himself a bottle of drink before the food was served.


    Yesterday, Little Coke drank Carl''s teeth, so he changed to a different kind of Coke today. This Coke is called Siris Classic Coke. Judging from the packaging, it smells like America. It has a red and white striped packaging with stars on a blue background. , too liberal and patriotic.


    Then he took a sip, and Carl''s eyes lit up. He had to admit that Siris Cola tasted better than Little Cocoa. Sure enough, he had to drink America Cola in America.


    "Oh, you''re drinking Searis Coke, I like that too."


    When Carl was tasting the taste of the Coke, Oliver had already arrived. He naturally sat next to Carl. He also bought a bottle of Siris Coke from the vending machine next to the table and drank it. While drinking, he kept talking. : "There is a strange saying among us in the Sixth Street Gang. It is said that Searis Coke is the patriotic cola. Drinking any other cola is offensive. Even if you don''t drink Searose Coke, when you pass by You have to hold other drinks and salute it.¡±


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    "What kind of drink is America?"


    Carl complained, feeling that the patriotic marketing of Siris Cola was really successful, but he remembered that Night City is not an independent city, and it is still so patriotic even though it is not under management... Oh, the Sixth Street Gang is America Veterans have established it, so that¡¯s okay.


    "What do you say today? Is there any way to contact the middleman?"


    "No."


    Oliver naturally spread his hands, but still gave an idea: "But dad said, if you want to do it, do it hard, don''t always give up halfway, and gave me a suggestion, saying that I can go to the Wild Wolf in Heywood Take a look at the bar, there are often people recruiting people to work there, maybe we can get some tasks. "


    ¡¾Haywood¡¿: Haywood is a neighborhood with a clear gap between rich and poor. There is a huge difference between the park buildings in the north and the vicious and dangerous slums in the south. However, its unique and clear charm can always attract you everywhere.


    NCPD hazard level evaluation: Partially hazardous.


    What flashed through my mind along with this information was the information about the current Haywood gang.


    ¡¾Valentino Gang¡¿: They control an area dominated by Latinos. They adhere to values such as honor, justice, and brotherhood, and are willing to pay any price to defend them. The friendship of the Valentino Gang is priceless. They will follow you to your grave, so think carefully before getting involved with them.


    The food arrived.


    "I remember that the Valentino Gang is not at odds with the Sixth Street Gang. Is it okay for you and me to go to the Valentino Gang''s territory?"


    "What''s the problem, Chewchew? Anyway, I''m not a member of the Sixth Street Gang anymore, and privately, many of us in the Sixth Street Gang have very good relations with the Valentino Gang, so we can live with it in terms of face." Come on, chew, this steak is really delicious, juicy and meaty.¡±


    Seeing Oliver chewing and talking, the juices from the steak splattering in his mouth, Carl instinctively had to hide behind him. He must say that when he saw Oliver chewing the steak and the juices came out, he felt like he had bitten an insect and exploded with juice. , overall this vision is quite exciting.


    "Since that''s okay, let''s go there after dinner. How are we going to get there? Can we take the subway?"


    Karl still remembered that the information he saw at the beginning said that there was a subway in Night City.


    "Don''t bother me. I drove here this time, and all my belongings are on it."


    Oliver said, pointing his fork at a black car parked outside the restaurant window.


    "Quartz EC-L R275, my sister gave it to me as a 20th birthday gift. It''s affordable, strong and durable. Just come with me in my car later. I still know some of the Heywood Road."


    After speaking, the talkative Oliver added: "This is a two-seater car. I have only let my ex-girlfriend ride in it before. You are the first of the same sex."


    "Then I have to thank you."


    Karl didn¡¯t know much about cars of this era and didn¡¯t complain too much. He quickly finished his portion of cold noodles and felt a little tired of eating them. This noodles was really delicious because of the wheat, but he didn¡¯t count the noodles from last night. I have eaten three meals in a row, and I don¡¯t feel like eating again.


    "Oh, speaking of thank you, you might actually have to thank me."


    Oliver suddenly remembered something when he heard Carl''s words and said, "I put two Norkota D 5 Copperhead kinetic assault rifles in the trunk of the car to ensure that we have enough guns to take on the task when we need to engage in intense firefights."


    ¡¾Norkota D 5 Copperhead¡¿: If the most popular assault rifle in the 20th century was the AK-47, then the world today is the Copperhead. The reliable, powerful, and cheap weapons from Norkota Manufacturing Company are the most trustworthy ones around you.


    Assault rifle?


    "The recoil of the assault rifle may make me unable to hold the gun down by then."


    "Then why don''t I just raise it to my head and shoot at will?"


    Oliver took the last bite of steak.


    "What do you mean KK, let''s go?"


    "Of course, let''s go, Oliver."

 Chapter 10. Jack Wells

    The Wild Wolf Bar in the Haywood Valley area is not difficult to find. After all, in this place where judicial buildings such as the city hall, mayor''s office, court and NCPD headquarters are dotted, a bar that is completely out of place with the previous buildings is too conspicuous. .


    Parking the car on the side of the road, Oliver hesitated whether to put on the body armor he bought after spending money yesterday. He had lived in a neighborhood governed by the Sixth Street Gang since he was a child, and was a ''former'' member of the Sixth Street Gang. For Warren, Although the Tino Gang said that many members of the Sixth Street Gang had a good relationship with them secretly, they were still a little scared inside.


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    Who knows if the Valentino Gang members gathered in this bar will kill themselves just because of their former Sixth Street Gang status.


    While Oliver was hesitating, Karl had already put on the body armor under his clothes with deft hands and feet.


    After putting it on, Carl looked at Oliver a little strangely: "What are you hesitating about? We are looking for an employer later. We don''t have basic protective prosthetics or body armor, so we are just mercenaries preparing to do the mission. If I were the employer, Must think that¡¯s an idiot.¡±


    really.


    Only then did Oliver realize that his previous thinking with gangs had influenced him. When he was a civilian or gang member in the Santo Domingo area, because the entire territory belonged to their Sixth Street Gang, there was no need to be so vigilant. He has to be on guard all the time, but his current status is that of an unemployed mercenary. If a mercenary doesn''t show off his good equipment and show his strength, then he can only rely on his face to attract employers to work.


    They are not some famous legendary mercenaries. The kind of mercenaries who wear a shirt, hold a pistol in one hand, and hold another ''pistol'' in the other hand can kill seven in and seven out of the crowd. Those people are The mission comes to them instead of them looking for the mission. Naturally, there is no need to dress so defensively, and look as handsome as you want. If you can''t do it yourself, you naturally look threatening.


    He also put on a bulletproof vest and a jacket. Oliver put his revolver Nova in the holster, and followed the example he saw in the movie without buckling the holster, and pulled it out like this. The gun can be pulled out instantly, and the grip of the gun can be exposed so that others can identify what the gun is.


    ''Real men use the new star, fiercely. ¡¯


    He had no idea that his partner could have so many mental activities when getting a gun. After Carl inserted the Lexington into the holster quite simply, he hesitated for a moment and still did not put the Copperhead assault rifle in the trunk. superior.


    It''s just a bar. Bringing a pistol is enough, but bringing an assault rifle is a bit like kicking the bar.


    After being fully prepared, under the curious eyes of the street members of the Valentino Gang who were walking around the Wild Wolf Bar, the two newcomers to the mercenary world stepped into the bar.


    As soon as you enter the bar, you can clearly feel that the light inside is darker than outside. In the Wild Wolf Bar, there are no GG cards that are everywhere on the streets outside. Instead, there are only fluorescent lights. If it weren''t for the bar, The place was very bright, and there were people drinking in small groups. As soon as I walked in, I really wondered if the bar was closed during the day.


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    Standing at the bar is an old woman with gray hair wearing a leather jacket. Although she looks old, she looks quite energetic. If you hadn''t noticed her hair at first glance, It''s absolutely hard for people to think of her age.


    "Oh, two kids I''ve never met."


    Seeing Carl and Oliver walking in from outside the bar, the old woman said hello to the two people: "You guys are a bit early, but I welcome you all. What do you want to have?"


    "Mrs. Wells¡ªI''d also like a bottle of blues vodka here."


    Before Carl and Oliver spoke, a guest at the distant wine table raised his hand and wanted another bottle of wine.


    "No, Ernesto, you have already drank one bottle today. If you have something to do tonight, go and wake up at the bar."


    "What''s the matter? I''m planning to wait for Jack to come back and have a drink together."


    "Neither can Jack."


    When the old woman named Mrs. Wells was talking to the member of the Valentino Gang who could tell by his dress, Karl heard a very familiar name.


    Jack?


    Could it be that Jack, Jack Wills?


    If it was Jack, Carl was quite familiar with it. In the demo, Jack was V''s good brother and teammate.


    It''s probably just a coincidence of the same name.


    The name Jack is quite common.


    When she was thinking this, Mrs. Wells turned to look at them again: "So, what do you want to drink, kids?"


    "I''d like a bottle of Brother''s Lager."


    Oliver immediately chose a drink that was not of high alcohol content and should not affect the mission.


    "Okay, a bottle of lager, what about you?"


    Being stared at by this kind-tongued old woman, Karl thought for a moment, glanced at the list on the bar, and chose a drink that looked like it had Chinese characters on it.


    "I''ll have a cup of sweet tea and French fries."


    "Then just find a seat and sit down for a while. I''ll send it to you in a moment."


    Mrs. Wells nodded, turned around and started searching in the bar cabinet, while Oliver pulled Carl to the side where he could see the person coming from the door.


    "You only drink non-alcoholic drinks in the bar, and you also ordered some French fries... I wish I could be like you."


    Compared to beer, Oliver still prefers to drink beverages, but he thinks it''s not good to come to the bar without ordering alcohol, but Carl doesn''t care about this at all.


    "Then I can share some French fries with you later."


    "Okay, I''ll eat yours first, and then I''ll order some after I finish eating. I''m most happy to make some French fries."


    "I''m more curious about what the ingredients of French fries are."


    It''s okay as long as it''s not bugs.


    While waiting, the two of them observed the people in the bar, but found that most of them were drinkers, and a very small number of them were mercenaries who ordered something like them and waited, with weapons hanging around their waists, wearing bulletproof vests or wearing subcutaneous armor prostheses.


    Well, at least what Oliver''s father said was true that you can find a job in this place. There are indeed a lot of mercenaries waiting for work, but they all look like low-level mercenaries like them, without even a middleman.


    Oliver lowered his voice: "To be honest, the middleman industry is basically the same as mercenaries. There are the most powerful middlemen who can interfere with company affairs, and there are also those who are only tasked with dealing with small fish and neighborhood feuds. However, mercenaries who have no cooperation even from the lowest-level middlemen are also miserable."


    When this guy spoke, he had no idea that he and Carl were now part of the miserable mercenaries he mentioned.


    "Who knows."


    While dealing with Oliver''s words casually, Carl''s peripheral vision swept over a person who walked into the door of the Wild Wolf Bar. After finding that he seemed a little familiar, he subconsciously looked over.


    The one who walked in was a tall and strong man who blocked the sunlight from outside the bar. He had a black braid, obvious signs of prosthetic modification on both sides of his cheeks, and his leather jacket was open, revealing a full chest tattoo. He looked very hard to mess with.


    This person is....


    ''Jack Wells! ''

 Chapter 11. The company dog ??appears

    "Jack, come and have a drink with us."


    Jack Wells had just walked into the Wild Wolf Bar, and the Valentino gang member who had just yelled to Mrs. Wells that he wanted to have a drink with Jack immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to invite Jack to come and sit with him.


    Before Jack could speak, Mrs. Wells, who was holding a plate, had already stopped them: "Jack, you came just in time, come and help, and send these things to the two guests over there."


    "I know, mom."


    Jack Wells was conscripted just after returning home. He could only use his eyes to apologize to the friend who invited him to drink. He took the plate steadily from his mother''s hand, walked towards Carl and Oliver, and sat down next to them while putting the plate down for them.


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    "What do you call me, mano (brother)."


    Jack Wells, in person, really appeared in front of him, but for Carl, who had met Victor before, well, it was still ordinary.


    "Carl."


    Carl took a sip of the sweet tea he had poured into the glass: "You can call me KK."


    This sweet tea tastes like iced black tea.


    "Oliver."


    Oliver also picked up his bottle of iced beer and gestured to Jack: "You can call Jack. I just heard it. Let''s drink together. I don''t mind meeting new friends."


    "That''s perfect."


    Originally, Jack was just a little worried about his mother''s bar because he saw strange mercenaries, so he tried it out. As a result, Jack found that these two people were not as dangerous as he imagined, so he immediately accepted Oliver''s invitation.


    He got up and ran to the bar in his house. After getting a bottle of beer like Oliver''s under his mother''s nagging, Jack also cut a plate of Spanish ham slices (ingredients unknown) and brought them over. On the way over, he did not forget to apologize to Valentino who had invited him just now: "I may have something to do later today, so I won''t drink with you. I''ll stay here to accompany my new friends."


    "Then you must come next time."


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    "Of course!"


    With a smile on his face, Jack put down the Spanish ham slices, sat down, and took a big sip of beer directly.


    After finishing his drink, Jack looked at the two people again: "Let''s eat some ham together. From the looks of it, are you two friends mercenaries?"


    "The team was just formed yesterday, and we haven''t received any missions yet."


    Carl drank the ''ice tea'' and stuffed a piece of French fries into his mouth. He found that the French fries were fried crispy and delicious: "Didn''t you hear that you might find something to do in the Wild Wolf Bar today, so you came here early in the morning."


    "The team was just formed yesterday?"


    Jack heard Carl''s words and his eyes flashed with surprise: "Looking at your outfit, it doesn''t look like it. Is there someone guiding you from behind?"


    Mercenaries who have just entered the industry often don''t understand the importance of weapons and armor. Although the Wild Wolf Bar is full of mercenaries who don''t even have middlemen, they don''t know how many times they have gone through life and death and how many teammates have died before they understand the importance of bulletproof vests or subcutaneous armor. There are many young people who have only seen those legendary glorious scenes on the street and have only one idea to become mercenaries without any preparation.


    "I guess I got help from a prosthetic doctor named Victor. He''s really a good guy."


    Faced with Jack, who looked honest and trustworthy with a smile, and who didn''t look as fierce as he did when he came in just now, Oliver didn''t think too much and just said that it was not an important matter.


    But Carl next to him noticed that Jack, who seemed to be a strong man who gave people the inherent impression of being reckless, had an extremely meticulous heart. Oliver was tricked into talking after just two words.


    But this matter really didn''t matter, so Carl stuffed a few more fries into his mouth.


    This thing is really fried and delicious, but it''s a pity that the Wild Wolf Bar doesn''t provide pepper and salt or ketchup, not even mayonnaise.


    "Victor?"


    Hearing this familiar name, Jack immediately realized that the Victor mentioned in Oliver''s words was probably the Victor he knew.


    "Is it Victor from Watson?"


    "Yeah, do you know him too?"


    "Of course, brother, we are old acquaintances."


    Jack''s smile became even brighter, and he also gave up the last bit of temptation towards Oliver and Carl. Anyone who can be helped by Victor actively is not a bad person. Now it seems that he really wants to have two more friends.


    After Carl joined the conversation, they talked about Lao Wei for a few more words, and then Jack talked about his own situation: "I am now a mercenary who has just entered the industry not long ago, just like you. I have already received several missions, but they are all small things;


    As for the middleman, I know one, but I feel that my level is not enough, and I don¡¯t want to bother him. I want to improve myself first, at least other middlemen will assign tasks to me based on my strength rather than my relationship."


    "Jack has ambitions, unlike me, who always relies on my father and sister. If it weren¡¯t for Carl, I wouldn¡¯t have thought of how to get out on my own."


    Oliver admired Jack, a man who had already done several missions and didn¡¯t need the middleman relationship, but he glanced and found that Carl was almost finishing his fries while chatting.


    Jack had already noticed the almost empty plate in front of Carl, and said with a little pride: "Carl, how do these fries taste? My mom fries them, and I''ve been eating them with corn chips since I was a child and never get tired of them."


    "It really tastes good, but I think it would be better with a little ketchup."


    "Yes, I think so too, but my mom has always been unwilling, she likes the original flavor." Jack felt that he and Carl were really in harmony in this regard, and his tone was a little excited. He wanted to drag Carl to give his mother some advice, but before he wanted to do so, a new guest walked in outside the Wild Wolf Bar.


    "The one in a suit and tie is a company dog."


    Oliver said in a low voice, and just as he said, the one who walked into the Wild Wolf Bar with a frown was a female company employee who was well-dressed, made up, and looked pretty, but her arrogant demeanor ruined her appearance.


    "Keep your voice down, or we''ll get bitten by a dog."


    Jack also lowered his voice, with a mocking smile on his face.


    Not many people would have a good impression of a corporate dog who works for a big company, looks down on ordinary people, and kneels faster than anyone else to the superiors.


    "She''s looking over here."


    When Jack and Oliver lowered their heads and talked, Carl''s plain voice immediately made them raise their heads, and then the two of them just stared at the high-heeled corporate dog walking towards them.


    ''I heard it, what kind of prosthetic ears are so sharp? ''

 Chapter 12. Commission

    Oliver and Jack thought that the company dog heard them and was about to come over to bite them, but the company dog stopped in front of Carl and stared at Carl''s face for a few seconds.


    Carl''s face is indeed a handsome face, but in this era, if you want a handsome or beautiful face, you can find any prosthetic doctor to do it, so it is naturally impossible for Carl''s face to attract this company dog. What she noticed was Carl himself.


    "I saw the surveillance in Little Chinatown in Watson District yesterday. You solved 16 members of the Vortex Gang by yourself, right?"


    What happened yesterday was known today. The surveillance in the cyberpunk world is really meticulous.


    Thinking in his heart, Carl couldn''t figure out the reason for this company dog. Even if there was something wrong with solving the gang members, it would be the NCPD''s business.


    But there is one thing he needs to correct.


    "It''s not just me. My friends are helping me."


    As he said, Carl pointed at Oliver.


    But the company dog didn''t even think of glancing at Oliver. She stood in front of Carl and folded her hands. The thing on her chest, which was not known to have been modified, was originally pressed down by the company uniform. Under her folded hands, it showed a considerable arc.


    "I have seen the surveillance. I am not blind. I know who is the main force. Don''t worry, I am not a member of the NCPD, nor a guy who expresses his sense of justice for no reason, nor a relative or friend of the garbage you killed. I have something for you to do. The reward is 100,000 euros. What for?"


    "100,000 euros?"


    As expected by the company dog, Carl was instantly attracted by the number, but he immediately came to his senses: "So, you are the one who came to entrust."


    Immediately, Carl''s expression changed, a smile appeared on his face, and his tone became enthusiastic.


    "You said you were a guest earlier. Miss... employee of the company, please sit down. Let''s talk about it in detail. As long as it is a task within our capacity and can be done, we can complete it for you."


    The company dog has become a client, so he temporarily put aside his prejudice.


    Oliver and Jack looked at each other, and both saw some contempt for Carl in their eyes, but the two of them moved quickly. They stood up and made room for Carl and the company... clerk so that they could have a good chat.


    If you have a mission, just say it earlier.


    We are all family, why be polite.


    One hundred thousand euros, for a low-level mercenary, that is not necessarily the amount of money they can earn in a year.


    This time, the company clerk looked at Jack and Oliver, but she seemed a little disgusted with the seat they kindly gave up. She seemed not to want to sit in the seat where the two mercenaries had sat. She looked around and found that there was an empty seat next to Carl. Although it was not very clean, at least no one had sat there when she came here before, so she just sat down.


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    After sitting down, she pulled out a strip of data chip and motioned Carl to take it and take a look.


    Carl took it in his hand, and then inserted it into the access warehouse he had just modified yesterday, and then the content read in it was displayed in his eyes.


    After reading the content for a few seconds, Carl pulled out the data chip and handed it back.


    "How did you see it?"


    "What''s your name?"


    Carl''s tone was more serious this time. This job can be done.


    "You don''t need to know my name, just complete the task and tell me if you can do it."


    "Of course, but how can I send you the specific proof?"


    "Just call this number and send me the photo. Don''t call me randomly. I''m very busy."


    Carl felt the content transmitted by the company employee in front of him, wrote down the number, and she transferred 30,000 euros.


    "This is a deposit as a prepayment. Don''t think of taking the money and running away, unless you are not afraid that I will use the remaining money to buy your life."


    After giving a warning, the company employee stood up, moved hurriedly, and walked out in high heels again. From entering the Wild Wolf Bar to leaving, she didn''t say a word to others, nor did she look at others even once.


    "Carl, what do you say?"


    Oliver understood that Carl had just accepted a task, and asked curiously.


    "I''m sorry I took the mission without your consent."


    "It''s okay, buddy, don''t mention this little thing. It''s better to say that you are awesome. Someone has come to give me a mission just at the beginning. I''m so happy."


    Oliver was more curious about the mission: "So tell me about the mission."


    "Wait a minute."


    Raising his hand to remind Oliver to wait, Carl looked at Jack who was watching from the side and invited him: "Jack, since you are working alone now, do you want to take a mission with us?"


    "Me? Can I?"


    The reward for the mission of the company dog will not be small. Jack naturally knows this. He didn''t expect Carl to pull him to make a fortune.


    "More people means more strength."


    Carl smiled: "Why, do you want to do it together?"


    "Brother, of course I will do it."


    Seemingly infected by Carl''s smile, Jack also smiled. He didn''t even ask about the specific mission and the reward, and agreed to Carl''s invitation. His actions were really generous.


    Jack is always very straightforward when it comes to people he likes.


    "Then let''s divide the money first."


    Oliver and Jack''s eyes lit up. They hadn''t even started yet, but they had already received their share of 10,000 yuan.


    Coincidentally, Carl was also very straightforward in dividing the money.


    "My God, you dare to pay so much as a deposit. What mission did you receive, brother?"


    "It''s not a mission that goes against conscience or disgusts people."


    Amid Jack''s sigh, Carl made way for Jack, and the two who sat down again talked about the mission that would make ordinary low-level mercenaries jealous and crazy.


    The content was quite cumbersome, but in Carl''s words, it was summarized very concisely.


    In short, it was.


    ''Go to a vortex gang site with 20 people stationed in Watson District, go in and find a box that was robbed by the company. You don''t need to return it to the client, just destroy it directly and take a photo of the destroyed residue. ''


    "So it seems that the girl in the company has some handle on this."


    The knowledgeable Jack guessed that there might be something extraordinary in the box.


    "It''s probably some threatening photo or something. Isn''t that how it''s played in Japanese movies?"


    Oliver, who knows a lot, said so.


    But Carl was thinking about the connection between certain things.


    The Whirlpool Gang had robbed the Sixth Street Gang before, and now this company employee who saw him fighting the Whirlpool Gang had his things robbed again. Is there any connection between them, or is it that the Whirlpool Gang is in the season of robbing recently?


    There is too little information, so there is no need to think too much.


    What''s more important now is...


    "Let''s go?"


    "Let''s go after we finish eating."


    Oliver and Jack stuffed their mouths full of Spanish ham slices.


    Well, the kind with unknown raw materials.

 Chapter 13. Industrial Zone

    Since we are going to deal with the Uzumaki Gang, we still need to make the necessary preparations, such as...


    Get Jack, a guy with an open chest, a body armor.


    "I thought you at least had bulletproof inserts inside your clothes so you could just zip them up when needed. But you told me that you don''t wear leather armor at all when you don''t have it. Body armor?¡±


    Even though several people were already in the weapons store, Oliver still found it difficult to understand Jack''s big nerve and reckless approach. Victor even reminded customers who met them for the first time that old acquaintances like Jack would definitely I don¡¯t know how many times I have been reminded. In addition, Jack himself is still a mercenary who knows the safety of armor. Even in this case, he did not wear any protective equipment...


    "Don''t be too outrageous."


    Karl was also complaining about Jack''s desperateness. If it were placed in a game, he would still understand. For the sake of appearance, the characters must be made as exposed as possible, but there are two problems. One is that Jack is a male, and the other is that this Now that it''s reality, it''s a bit too much for Jack to dress the same as in the game.


    Carl didn''t know the specific story of the game, but he always felt that Jack would suffer from it.


    Although things like body armor and bulletproof inserts are not as good as prosthetics such as subcutaneous armor, and cannot protect against many types of firearm attacks, they are still enough to deal with basic kinetic energy weapons, like the Lake that is quite easy to use in Carl''s hands. Xington, wear a body armor. Even if you are hit from the front, the bullet will not penetrate too deep, and you will have time to get to the hospital for rescue.


    "So I came with you, didn''t I?"


    It didn''t matter to Jack, but since his two friends strongly urged him to wear a body armor, he came over. His original plan was to save money first and then get a subcutaneous armor, skipping the body armor. After all, a body armor costs a lot of euros.


    Of course, Jack has been planning this for a long time. Every time he saves some money, he uses it to buy other things, such as motorcycle parts, books, etc. The matter of subcutaneous armor has been postponed until now.


    "But I''m going to get a body armor, KK, don''t you plan to get a gun too?"


    Jack stared at the pistol on Carl''s waist: "The NCPD in Lexington is used by low-level cops with little money because the people at the top are corrupt. This gun can''t penetrate even the most rubbish subcutaneous armor when fired from the front."


    "A pistol for low-level people? Isn''t this just suitable for us low-level mercenaries?"


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    Karl didn''t care too much. When he picked up the guns from the dead members of the Whirlpool Gang and the Sixth Street Gang, although most of the guns were either broken due to maintenance problems or were in a mess after various modifications and could not be used by others, but There are still a few normal ones among them, such as the unified pistol produced by Constitution Military Industry. This gun has a capacity of twelve rounds, is very powerful, and is quite easy to use. However, Carl feels that Lexington is also comfortable to use. I don''t plan to change it.


    If the pistol bullets are not powerful enough, just use the Copperhead assault rifle. What you want from a pistol is that it is easy to carry and can fire quickly at close range. If you really want the power, there is no need to use it.


    Even if it comes to being forced to fight with a pistol, Carl is still confident that the bullet will penetrate the opponent''s unprotected part and enter his body. He doesn''t believe it yet and goes to deal with a few gangsters from the Whirlpool Gang. It''s impossible to get full body protection.


    The three of them bought enough equipment and bullets at the weapons store, and then took Oliver''s car and headed towards the Whirlpool Gang''s base in their employer''s information.


    That place is located in the industrial area in the northern part of Watson District. This place used to be a place that provided a lot of jobs for people. At that time, in official terms, it was a vibrant and prosperous scene, but now it has become Living quarters for factory workers on the ground floor.


    They receive a meager salary and do hard work for seventeen hours a day in the automated factory. They don''t know that the machine needs maintenance and the maintenance cost is more expensive than human life. They just care about the boss of the factory. I am grateful and work hard, fearing that I will be fired.


    Who can tell this kind of thing clearly? The boss treats them as consumables, but they have to be grateful that there is something they can do now, otherwise their whole family will starve to death... Anyway, this kind of thing will cost Karl In terms of evaluation, he could only say that he was helpless.


    Otherwise what else can be done.


    Are you going to be happy about this, happy that you don''t have to work as hard as they do to support your family, or are you happy that you don''t have a family to support yourself, like Batman? That''s a hell of a joke.


    Anyway, if you don¡¯t receive a task asking Karl to kill the factory boss, just wait for now. If there is such a task, Karl will be quite happy to do it. As for whether the workers will not be able to survive after killing the boss, Karl can only say that he is just A mercenary.


    Think about it this way, the reason why there are so many people joining the Uzumaki Gang in this area is because, no matter how dangerous and crazy the gang life is, it is better than being in a factory. Maybe many of them just watch it. After seeing how hard my parents worked so hard, I decided to make a name for myself no matter what.


    "In real comparison, maybe the promotion space of gangs is better than this."


    On the way, Carl, Oliver and Jack talked about this topic based on the topic that came to his mind.


    "This reminds me of the reason why our Six Street Gang was established in the past." Oliver said: "The founders of the Six Street Gang in the past chose to form the Six Street Gang to fight against the company because they could not stand the oppression of the War End Company. ...But things have changed a lot now. When I was a child, I never thought that the Sixth Street Gang would collect protection fees from the public like other gangs, and would also talk about connections and power within the gang. "


    ¡°It¡¯s ironic that the gangs that rebel against the corporations are becoming more and more like the corporations.¡±


    Jack said, suddenly realizing something from Oliver''s words: "Ah, Oliver, you used to be a member of the Sixth Street Gang."


    "To be exact, it was yesterday. I was just kicked out this morning."


    Oliver took the opportunity to tell the story of how he and Karl got to know each other.


    "The employer would come to KK specifically to see the surveillance at that time."


    "No, that''s not what I care about. I think it''s quite a coincidence. I used to be in the Valentino gang, and then I quit and became a personal mercenary. Now we are two people who were not dealt with by the gang before. Instead, they became friends and teammates.¡±


    "Jack, were you a member of Valentino''s gang?"


    This time it was Oliver''s turn to be surprised, but the surprise passed. There was nothing surprising about it. Jack''s family was over there, and the guys from Valentino''s gang were so familiar with Jack. If you think about it carefully, you can understand. knew.


    "Then after we finish this job, let''s have a drink together at night to celebrate breaking away from the gang."


    "Why do you think you''re talking like we''re going to kidnap someone?"


    Karl was talking next to him, and the voice prompts from the navigation system in the car came out.


    "The target is still fifty meters away."


    "Here we go, get the guy."


    Karl looked at the factory building getting closer and closer, and he was quite looking forward to what was going to happen next.

 Chapter 14. Target, Fight

    "Fuck the Sixth Street Gang, XXXXXX!"


    After hurling a highly offensive insult at the other end of the communication, the devil hung up the communication.


    As a small cadre of the Uzumaki Gang, the devil had not shown such a violent temper for a long time, but she couldn''t help but be angry about this matter.


    Her brother died yesterday. He died in their territory, Watson District. He was shot in the head with a gun by someone from the Sixth Street Gang who was so fair and honest during the day. He didn''t even have a lot of prosthetics installed on his face. It saved his life. The bullet of the gun accurately bypassed the prosthetic body on his face, connecting the prosthetic body on the back of his head and the prosthetic body on his face. The most vulnerable part got into his head, and he was shot in the head with one shot, and his face was divided into two parts. When the NCPD group reluctantly informed his family, the part on the back of his head was... She didn''t know who had picked up the prosthetic body, but she was about to come back with a face that she could hardly tell was her brother''s face.


    A guy who can use the devil as his name is naturally not a good-tempered guy. Just when she wanted to ask her little brother to go find trouble with the bastards from the Sixth Street Gang, someone from above called her and told her these guys. God, control yourself and don''t go out and cause trouble.


    Control and stay out of trouble?


    If Xun Si is not his brother who died, then he can spray foam at his mouth, right? If your brother is dead, can you control it for me?


    She had avenged her revenge, and she had received the information. There was only one member of the Sixth Street Gang left alive, his name was Oliver, and he seemed to have been kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang. She would definitely kill him today.


    "I told you to stop running around. You just have to follow me. You want to prove yourself. Now it''s better. You''ve proven nothing. I don''t even know where to put that half of your face."


    The devil and her brother''s father died when they were young, and their mother raised them for a few years before passing away while working in a factory. They basically grew up together and relying on each other these years. The devil has better luck. He got the appreciation of the boss Brick and joined the Whirlpool Gang. Although a lot of prosthetic eyes have been added to his face since then, he can still support two people. After a few years, he has become a moderate cadre in the gang. He was about to walk into the gang with six prosthetic eyes. It was expected to be relaxed. Who would have thought that something unexpected would happen at this time.


    Originally, the devil didn''t want his younger brother to join the Uzumaki Gang, and wanted him to study and get a serious job, but he wanted to help, and he wanted to join the gang no matter what. The devil couldn''t persuade him, so he had to let him. After joining a gang, he also thought that he didn''t want others to say that he relied on his sister, so he recruited a group of people to work in the gang. It was good. Who would have thought that something like this would happen? If he had known she would not let her say anything. He left himself.


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    All the regrets and annoyances are gone now. What the devil wants now is to vent. What will happen in the future will be discussed later. She has such a family member now that she is gone. Even if she goes crazy and dies and becomes a cyber psychotic, she will still have to die. Send that bastard from the Sixth Street Gang down to be buried with her brother.


    Just when the devil was thinking about calling his younger brother, the door of the room she was in was suddenly pushed open, and a younger brother rushed in with a panic look on his face.


    Originally, the devil was in a bad mood and no one dared to disturb her, but now it is impossible for the devil to come forward in this matter.


    "Boss, three people are coming. We can''t stop them."


    "Three people?"


    The devil felt a little baffled as he listened to his younger brother''s words.


    There are more than 20 people in the factory where they are, and there are only three people, so they can''t stop them?


    "Which bastard doesn''t have eyes? I''m just annoyed."


    Lifting the Crusher kinetic energy shotgun produced by military technology with one hand directly from his side, the demon felt that the three people had arrived at just the right time.


    After she sprays them into pieces with bullets, she can use the momentum to go find trouble with the Sixth Street Gang.


    However, the devil was not so reckless as to directly go out with a gun to confront the three people who broke in. After letting the anxious boy run to inform others that he would be there soon, the devil walked to the monitoring station. He looked at the picture on the surveillance screen that he had not noticed just now because of the communication.


    It''s okay not to look at it, but as soon as he looked at the devil''s eyes, he was firmly attracted by one of the surveillance pictures.


    The screen showed the face of a young man with blond hair and a mustache.


    This guy, this guy!


    The six prosthetic eyes on the devil''s face were constantly flashing due to his emotional excitement. The devil recognized this guy, and there was absolutely no way she could be mistaken!


    She spent the whole night last night looking at this guy''s information and photos. This guy was Oliver, the only surviving murderer of the Sixth Street Gang yesterday!


    I didn''t expect that before I went to look for him, he would arrive at my door first. This time, I didn''t even have to look for him.


    He didn''t care to look at other surveillance pictures. After determining where Oliver was, the devil rushed out of the door and rushed towards where Oliver was.


    She wants him dead!


    Oliver, who had no idea that he had been targeted, was shrinking his head at this time. From time to time, he would lean out and use the Copperhead to shoot at the Maelstrom Gang members on the opposite side. The firepower of the Maelstrom Gang in this factory was really great. It was too fierce. They were completely different from the Whirlpool Gang that he met on the street before. In the almost continuous fire of firearms, he couldn''t find many opportunities to pour bullets on the opposite side.


    "KK, think of a way! If this continues, if they get close to a position where they can throw grenades, we will have to eat the buns."


    He yelled at Carl on the other side. He shouldn''t have listened to Carl''s suggestion to rush in. How could he rush in head-on? This was the other side''s territory, and there was nothing missing.


    "Don''t worry."


    Since Carl was ready to rush in, it was impossible for him to be unprepared. Otherwise, wouldn''t he be playing with their lives in his hands? He had already prepared for possible difficulties.


    "I have confirmed the data related to the copperhead."


    After firing four rounds, Carl had completely mastered the copperhead. The next step was to.


    "Jack, create an opportunity for me!"


    "Leave it to me."


    After hearing Carl''s words, Jack did something that neither Carl nor Oliver had expected without hesitation. He actually rushed out of the bunker where Carl was and rushed towards the bunker where Oliver was.


    "Using flesh as bait, are you crazy!"


    Oliver watched the Vortex Gang turn their guns in an instant, and bullets flew past Jack. Although Jack rushed over for only a moment, two of the bullets still pierced Jack''s arms and thighs.


    "Carl, now!"


    "You''re a lunatic, Jack!"


    Carl stood up from the bunker with the Copperhead, and pointed his gun at the Vortex Gang members who had just moved away.


    "Seven people, fourteen bullets are more than enough."

 Chapter 15. Impenetrable

    The Copperhead assault rifle, which can fire at a rate of up to 640 rounds per minute, was controlled very accurately and fatally in Carl''s hands, and every bullet spit out from its muzzle found the guest it was supposed to entertain.


    One bullet to the head and one bullet to the heart, each of the seven members of the Vortex Gang was rewarded with two bullets. After two seconds, no member of the Vortex Gang could stand up again in front of Carl and the other two.


    "Awesome mano (brother), your shooting skills are really amazing!"


    Jack didn''t care about his bleeding gunshot wound at all, and even planned to stand up to see if there were any members of the Vortex Gang who were still alive and wanted to finish him off.


    "Jack, you should take a break first."


    Oliver grabbed Jack and checked his injuries. He was relieved when he found that the two bullets did not hit any fatal parts: "With your condition, you will lose several lives, Jack."


    "It''s okay."


    Jack smiled: "And it''s okay if the result is good. You have been helping Carl brag about his shooting skills on the way. I believe in your ability."


    "Bullshit ability."


    Carl could only say that it was the first time he saw someone who could laugh after being hit by two bullets: "If the opponent''s shooting skills were more accurate just now, you would have lost your life, Jack."


    "Don''t worry, KK, I am sure. When I rushed, I protected my head at the first time, and I was wearing a bulletproof vest. If I was not sure, I would not have to risk my life."


    "I think after this order is done, even if we help to raise money, we have to replace your subcutaneous armor first."


    Oliver said helplessly, but he was a little ashamed that he could not help before: "I have to install some prostheses for myself later, I have to help, otherwise I will just watch you do everything, and I will be embarrassed to share the money."


    "Your shooting skills are good Oliver, you can try to add some auxiliary prostheses to the whole sniper rifle and support us from a distance."


    "But my shooting skills are not as good as yours, KK."


    "That''s why I let you use a sniper rifle."


    Carl shook the copperhead in his hand: "I am more suitable to use this thing to quickly deal with others."


    "I think Oliver can try to be our medic."


    Jack looked at his body, Oliver talked to Carl and treated the wound properly, this kind of proficiency is rare.


    "My sister is a prosthetic doctor, so she has learned a little bit."


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    Not thinking it was a big deal, Oliver looked around and found the surveillance camera: "We have to change places quickly, this place is full of cameras, and other members of the Vortex Gang in the factory will come around when they react."


    "Change places and deal with a few more batches. When the people are almost there, leave one alive to ask where the things are."


    Carl walked to the side of the Vortex Gang members and picked up a few grenades: "I have to learn about hacking or find a way to hire a hacker for us. If there is a hacker in this mission, we don''t even need to leave one alive. We can just block the camera and go all the way to the place where the employer''s box is, throw a grenade and take a picture of proof. It''s easy and simple."


    "So you came up with this idea just for the sake of ease."


    Oliver felt that he was probably the only half-normal person in this team. He supported Jack, who was not very mobile, and raised his pistol with his other hand to smash the camera facing them.


    But no matter what, these two people are now his companions, so just go with it.


    When the leader of the Whirlpool Gang arrived at the place he saw in the surveillance, there was nothing left except the bodies of seven Whirlpool Gang members.


    "Waste, can''t you even delay for a few minutes?"


    The leader really wanted to shoot each person lying on the ground in the head again.


    "Boss, there is blood here."


    A Whirlpool Gang member who followed her saw a pool of blood on the ground not far from the body.


    "It''s this direction!"


    Looking at the blood traces that appeared every few steps, the members of the Whirlpool Gang picked up their guns and looked at the leader, waiting for her instructions.


    "It looks like they did something."


    Full of hatred in his heart, the leader led his men to chase the blood traces without much thought.


    A few seconds later, when he turned a corner in the passage of a factory.


    "Boom!"


    Amid the explosion of the grenade, the Vortex Gang member who was in the front was wrapped in the fireball, while those who were a little further away were blown away by the shock wave, falling in front of the demon walking in the middle with missing arms and legs.


    "Damn, it''s a trap!"


    "They fell into the trap."


    Hearing the explosion from behind, Carl immediately turned around, holding the Lexington pistol that was more useful in this narrow passage, and slowly walked to the back.


    Jack''s injury had just been bandaged by Oliver, so it was impossible for him to bleed all the way. The blood was soaked from the blood when Carl tore off a piece of cloth when he took the grenade from the group of Vortex Gang. When he walked a few steps and pinched the cloth, blood would drip down, and it dripped all the way.


    The trap was made by Oliver. After all, he was from the Sixth Street Gang, and he had some knowledge of battlefield traps made by the army using grenades to make simple booby traps.


    "Oliver, protect Jack, I''ll go check on the Vortex Gang behind."


    Carl, who didn''t know how many people were left in the factory, originally planned to delay for a while, but when he turned the corner, he found that there were only a few people left in front of him.


    The demon was originally a small cadre in the Whirlpool Gang, with only more than 20 people under his command. Some of these people went out to fool around and rob. Seven people were killed by Carl in the previous exchange of fire, and the rest were killed by grenades when they were walking in the passage. Now, there are only four people with the demon, including herself.


    The gun in Carl''s hand was very fast. When he realized that he should leave a survivor, the gun had killed three people. The reason why the last one was able to stay was not because Carl''s gun didn''t hit her head, but because the bullet hit her head, making a "clang" sound of metal collision, but it didn''t penetrate.


    ''Damn, just like the guy with a metal eye in front and an iron head in the back who I met yesterday. ¡¯


    Carl thought it was difficult to capture this guy alive, so he fired another shot with great speed, but the shot that was aimed at the connection between the front and back pieces of metal was still deflected with a "clang".


    The sound that rang again made the Vortex Gang member come back to his senses. While looking at Carl with red eyes, Carl''s mind flashed with Jack''s words.


    Lexington, this gun can''t even penetrate the most rubbish subcutaneous armor.

 Chapter 16. Madness

    Chubby!"


    The demon stared closely at the black-haired young man who appeared at the corner, and without hesitation raised the Crusher kinetic shotgun in his hand.


    "Pong!"


    A huge roar accompanied the bullets falling on the steel channel, making a harsh and sharp buzzing sound. The collision of metal and metal made the entire building in this place tremble.


    Iron is one of the materials that conducts sound best. This vibrato spread very far and can be heard clearly in every corner of the factory. This naturally includes realizing that the pistol is useless and is so close, turning around. Carl ran away.


    "Damn, was the gun in this guy''s hand just now a shotgun? I should have known better when I aimed at it."


    After cursing, Karl felt the increasingly clear footsteps coming from the other side of the corner, and he only regretted that he didn''t run fast enough.


    Originally he just wanted to make up for the damage, but something went wrong. He encountered a member of the Whirlpool Gang with a shotgun and subcutaneous armor in front of the narrow passage. Carl had already thought about his possible death at this moment.


    Oliver had laid a trap before and used all the grenades. If he had known it, he would have left one behind, and he would have some ability to resist.


    The place where Carl and the others stopped was not far from the passage. After running a few steps, Carl saw Jack and Oliver supporting him. They obviously heard the sound of metal collisions transmitted from the passage and realized the possibility. What happened.


    "run!"


    He stopped the car and stuffed the Lexington into the gun bag. Carl slid the shovel and picked it up from the ground. He had placed it there and leaned against the wall. He originally disliked the copper that was too long and difficult to use in this narrow passage. Spotted snake.


    I take back my words of disdain for you before, but you still have to be useful.


    If placed in a corner, the assault rifle may not move easily due to the frame of the gun, but if placed in a straight line, it only needs to be swept straight to the back.


    Hearing Carl''s words, Jack and Oliver didn''t hesitate at all. One of them supported the other and jumped around to run away. However, the assault rifle in Carl''s hand had already fired, firing bullets crazily towards the back.


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    Lexington''s bullets, relying on her subcutaneous armor, could be ignored by the demon, but facing the Copperhead, she was not so arrogant.


    Originally, he was about to chase him to a distance where the shotgun could cause damage, but he was forcefully forced back around the corner by the oncoming bullets. The devil watched helplessly as the blond man who killed his brother walked away with support, and The guy who killed his subordinates still kept shooting to suppress her. This sense of humiliation made her grit her teeth.


    "I **** don''t believe you can''t run out of bullets, boy, just wait to die with that bastard Oliver!"


    The devil turned around and picked up a jade-ring pistol that Huangban had discontinued from the side of his younger brother''s body. He held the pistol in one hand and the Crusher in the other, preparing to wait for the Copperhead''s gunfire to stop. She went out and tore the guy who was blocking her into pieces.


    "Oliver, why did the other person call you by your name? Does she know you?"


    Jack listened to the screams containing anger and hatred from behind, and looked at Oliver strangely, not expecting that they would meet his ''acquaintance'' during a mission.


    "Who knows, I came to Watson District for the first time yesterday. Who knows what happened."


    Oliver was also very innocent. This voice was so unfamiliar to him that he didn''t even know how he got it.


    "You two, stop talking and run faster. I''m almost out of bullets now. Run!"


    Hearing Carl''s voice, Oliver and Jack shut up and just ran back. Although they didn''t know the specific situation, if Carl could be so anxious, the guy chasing behind him must be something special.


    ¡®If I had known better, I wouldn¡¯t have started the war here. ¡¯


    Keeping the first lesson learned in this mercenary mission in mind, Carl stopped shooting.


    Are you out of bullets?


    This was the devil''s first thought, and then he leaned half of his body around the corner.


    The stopped gunfire rang out again instantly, and three bullets hit that half of the body from top to bottom, tearing open three large holes.


    After watching the bullet tear that half of the body into four pieces, Carl''s heart sank. Even if the copperhead''s bullet could penetrate the body with subcutaneous armor, it would not be able to cause such a degree of tearing trauma. In other words, the reason why the bullets from the assault rifle in his hand can have this effect is because this is not that guy''s body!


    ¡®Second lesson. ¡¯


    Muttering silently in his mind, Karl threw the bullet-loaded Copperhead to the side, pulled out the Lexington from his waist, and fired a few more shots in the back while running back.


    ¡®Hasn¡¯t this guy finished his bullets? ¡¯


    The devil, who had originally watched the body of his little brother he was holding for testing being torn to pieces, and stopped when he heard the sound of gunfire, was about to rush out of the corner, but found that gunshots rang out again, and his body jerked and stopped.


    ¡®You actually know how to deceive twice, and you were almost deceived by this guy. ¡¯


    But in the next moment, the devil felt something was wrong.


    It''s not like she hasn''t played Copperhead before. Unless the gun has been specially modified, the shooting for such a long time has almost reached its limit. In other words, the bullets should have been used up no matter what... And the gun she heard now The sound is very wrong.


    After listening for another second, an unknown anger suddenly burst out of the devil''s heart.


    This sound, grass, this sound!


    This voice is so familiar. Before joining the Whirlpool Gang, when the Demon and her brother, who were real low-level people, depended on each other, all they relied on was a gun that could make such a sound. And just now, this gun made her head buzz.


    "Damn it, Lexington, you actually used Lexington''s gunshot to deceive me!"


    The Demon rushed out of the corner with the Jade Ring and the Crusher, and all she could see was a back disappearing at the bottom of the passage.


    "Bastard!"


    The Demon, who had been fooled twice, could no longer control her anger. Her artificial eyes had completely turned blood red under the red light, illuminating the dim passage.


    Originally, she just wanted to avoid getting hurt before solving Oliver, so she didn''t dare to shoot at Copperhead, but now, she wanted that black-haired bastard to die too!


    Now, even if Copperhead shot at her, she would just rush forward. At most, she could take two shots with her subcutaneous armor!


    ''Kill! ¡¯


    The desire to kill filled his heart, and the operating system connecting the spine and the back of the brain emitted a subtle sound of electricity operating at the limit of the machine, and the demon''s forward speed actually increased a bit.

 Chapter 17. Goodbye

    After Carl ran around the corner at the end of the passage, he saw a large warehouse full of machinery and equipment, which looked like a canning workshop. Oliver and Jack had already found a steel manufacturing table in the distance as a cover. Seeing Carl coming, they waved to him desperately.


    Oliver held his Nova in his hand, and Jack beside him held the Copperhead that belonged to Oliver. Both of them pointed their guns at the corner behind Carl, waiting for the Vortex Gang member to stick his head out and hit her head on. However, even though they were prepared, Jack and Oliver still didn''t know what Carl had just encountered.


    "That guy has subcutaneous armor, and my Lexington is useless to her."


    At a distance, Carl shouted to explain to them why he didn''t get rid of the Vortex Gang behind him, and after hearing this reason, Jack responded with full energy.


    "I told you to change your gun."


    "I''m regretting it now!"


    This time he really didn''t listen to others and suffered a loss. The Copperhead has greater power than the Lexington, but in some cases, the pistol is irreplaceable. Pure accuracy cannot make up for the difference in power. Carl has learned a lesson today.


    Carl ran a few steps towards Oliver and Jack, and there were very loud footsteps in the passage behind him. The person from the Vortex Gang had caught up.


    "Damn, do you have to be so fast? I ran two seconds ahead of her!"


    Realizing that it would take some time for him to run to where Oliver and Jack were, Carl gave up the idea of hiding in the same bunker with them. He looked around and soon found something big enough to hide.


    It was a trash can full of discarded steel and equipment.


    I really have a good relationship with trash!


    At the moment when the demon came out of the passage, she saw Carl''s back, who dodged behind a two-meter-high trash can, and Oliver and Jack, who were facing the passage entrance, also fired at the same moment.


    The dense firepower network formed by the copperheads and novaes could not make the demon retreat at this moment. She rushed straight to Oliver, her enemy, and relied on her subcutaneous armor to eat the bullets of the copperheads and novaes from the front.


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    "Cabr¨®n (son of a bitch), this guy is not going to live, she plans to rush over and die with us, that gun is a crusher, and our bunker may not be able to block the bullets of that gun at all."


    Seeing the bullets fall on the demon''s body, but can only hit the flesh and blood, and then be firmly stuck on the subcutaneous armor, Jack cursed inwardly, but did not dare to stop pulling the trigger in his hand, hoping to kill her before this guy approaches with a shotgun to a distance enough to tear them apart.


    "This guy''s subcutaneous armor is more exaggerated than I thought. How much did she spend? Is this the latest model?"


    Oliver also complained bitterly. This madman from the Vortex Gang didn''t care about her life, but she also raised the pistol in her left hand while rushing forward and staring at him and shooting. He didn''t know this guy, so why did she want to kill him so much? He didn''t provoke her.


    The impact force brought by the kinetic weapon fell into the subcutaneous armor, and most of the incidental impact force was resolved by the subcutaneous armor. Although some small part of the impact force would still act on the demon, this obstacle could not slow down her speed at all. In less than a second, she had reached the most suitable distance for the shotgun.


    Throwing away the pistol that had been emptied of bullets, the demon raised the Crusher kinetic shotgun with both hands and aimed at Oliver and Jack. After a second, she would spray their bodies and the bunkers together.


    But Carl would not give her this opportunity.


    He hid behind the cover of the trash can just now, not to escape, but just to disappear from the demon''s six artificial eyes at that moment, and the range covered by the artificial eyes was not easy to hide.


    Right now, when the demon''s six artificial eyes were all facing forward, ready to watch his enemy being smashed into pieces by guns, Carl, who had climbed up the trash can, jumped down and flew towards the demon.


    The demon''s ears caught the sound of the wind, but the weapon in her hand was difficult to turn.


    How much does an adult male''s body weigh? Carl estimated that it should be 70 kilograms, and this weight plus the impact from top to bottom rushed towards the demon. Even if the demon has a heavy subcutaneous prosthesis in his body, he will inevitably be thrown to the ground by Carl.


    But all Carl can do is to throw himself to the ground.


    When his hands and feet just felt the impact of the ground from the body below, a clenched fist had already met Carl''s cheek, just one punch, and there was a subcutaneous armor modified inside. To some extent, the fist that was like a steel glove knocked Carl upside down, and the blood from his nose could not stop flowing out of his broken nose.


    "Get out of here!"


    Because Carl''s thigh pressed down the other hand of the demon, the demon used the same hand to punch again after the previous punch, and Carl, who was hit by the second punch, could not bear it. His head was like a clock being struck, and his consciousness was a little scattered, but at this last moment, he still managed to find a chance to resist.


    Oliver and Jack had rushed out from behind the bunker. In order to avoid accidental injuries, they had thrown away their guns and wanted to help Carl suppress the demon of the Vortex Gang physically, but Carl had already grasped the gun again.


    He and the people from the Uzumaki Gang were the only ones in the fight, and he wasn''t afraid of accidentally injuring anyone.


    Lexington''s gunfire rang out again, and at the same time Carl was punched in the face again. His face was almost dented by this punch, but the beating was so miserable that Oliver and Jack almost couldn''t recognize it. When he came out, Karl had a smile on his face.


    He fired, and managed to hit the finger.


    Relying on the few punches he received, Karl has determined that the subcutaneous armor only covers the back of the hand of the Uzumaki Gang. Her fingers are not covered with subcutaneous armor. In other words, her fingers can be hit by bullets. broken.


    What Karl broke was not the fist that was still powerful enough to beat him even if a few fingers were missing. What he chose was the other hand of the Uzumaki gang member that was pressed under his thigh and was difficult to move. And in that hand In the palm of his hand, he holds the Crusher who refuses to let go even if the opponent falls to the ground.


    His fingers were shattered by bullets, and the gun that was so difficult to hold found a new owner the next moment.


    "Nice to meet you, lively lady."


    Before the devil could punch again, her six glowing red prosthetic eyes locked onto one thing, which was the huge gun body of the Crusher.


    "See you next time."


    "Pong!"

 Chapter 18. Mission Completed

    Seeing the face full of prosthetic eye devices explode in front of him, Karl shook his head and tilted his body to one side.


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    "Hey, are you okay KK!"


    Oliver, who was a little faster than Jack, quickly supported Carl. He was a little stunned when he saw the Uzumaki Gang blooming on his face: "It really looks like a bloody flower has bloomed."


    "Almost died."


    Karl felt that his face was in severe pain and his hands seemed to have been dislocated. The power and reaction force of this crusher were too exaggerated. He just fired one shot and his hands were numb.


    "Get up first, Carl."


    Jack came over to help lift Carl up. Seeing his crooked nose and broken cheek showing a bloody cross-section, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his nose.


    "Bear with me."


    Then, without waiting for Carl to have a chance to react, Jack broke it off with force. Carl felt as if there was a click in his brain, and the bridge of his nose was broken back.


    "Ouch!"


    This sore feeling made Karl couldn''t help but scream: "Damn it, Jack, didn''t you give me time to prepare?!"


    "Prepare you for more pain."


    Jack spoke very experiencedly, looking at Karl''s miserable face and revealing a smile that looked very honest under his current expression: "How do you feel now?"


    "It''s much better, at least it''s just pain, not throbbing anymore."


    With his teeth bared and saying this, Karl glanced at the Maelstrom Gang who fell on the ground and said: "Looking at the quality of this guy''s subcutaneous armor, this guy may be the boss of the Maelstrom Gang here. Ordinary gangsters shouldn''t be able to use it to resist copper. We might be able to take a breather now.¡±


    "No wonder this life is worth 100,000 euros. Damn it, I thought it was the company dog who had good intentions, but it turns out he is such a difficult guy. Even a copperhead can''t get in. This thing starts at least 30,000 euros. "Jack changed his previous name for his employer, and he became the company dog again.


    "It''s okay. Most of the things have been solved now. All you need to do is find the box and destroy it. Then you will have the remaining 70,000 euros. If you share it by then, you will have enough money to transform it into a similar subcutaneous protector. Got it."


    Karl patted Jack on the shoulder: "But after we find something, we have to go to Lao Wei and give us treatment."


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    "Do as you say."


    Oliver picked up the Crusher on the ground that Carl had shot and escaped: "We can also access the corpses of the previous group of people to see if we can take away the money in their private accounts... .I hope the brain isn¡¯t too damaged, as it won¡¯t be able to be read.¡±


    "That might not work. I shot everyone in the head."


    Karl shrugged: "Speaking of which, why is this woman chasing you and beating you because of the romantic debt you owe?"


    "Who knows, he''s already dead anyway, so there''s nothing you can do about it. If you''re still alive, you can try to find a hacker to read the data."


    During the chat, the three of them moved very quickly. Jack, who had an injured leg, went along the way to pick up the gun and sell it back. Oliver and Carl, who had no problem with mobility but was beaten in the face and hurt, went to find the gun in the factory. Computer, access it to read the records about the box.


    It took Karl half an hour to find a computer located on the first floor of the factory. Although he did not read any information about the mission from it, he still saw something quite interesting.


    Those were the records of the Uzumaki Gang''s recent attacks on various companies and conflicts with various gangs.


    "The Uzumaki Gang made trouble again in the Kabuki District yesterday." This is what Carl heard when he came to this world. It came from the announcer''s words, plus the Sixth Street Gang related to Oliver was robbed of transporting guns. , and the company dog box for this mission was robbed, and then counting the series of records on the computer now...


    The Uzumaki Gang is preparing for something, and it may not be a big deal.


    But this has nothing to do with me.


    He was just a small person on his second day in Night City, and he was not involved in the affairs of a large gang with a total number of more than 1,300 people. Although he killed people from the Uzumaki Gang, he had almost killed more than 20 people in total. , but compared to the total number of people, it is still too small.


    ''I found the box. ¡¯


    Oliver''s communication came, along with the relevant location. After receiving the communication, Carl also disconnected the computer in front of him, and shot the Lexington to destroy its data.


    It''s not to hide, after all, their situation has been exposed in the surveillance, but they just took the computer to test its power.


    Lexington can''t penetrate the subcutaneous armor, but it still has the ability to destroy computers, but look at the way its bullets get stuck in the computer after it hits it...


    ¡®That¡¯s okay. ¡¯


    The penetrating power is still not enough, maybe I really need to get a new gun.


    In his heart, Karl was ready to abandon this ''old love'' that he only got the next day.


    When he arrived at where Oliver was, Jack had already arrived before him, and the box that was exactly the same as the information given by his employer was right in front of him.


    Karl nodded to the two people, and then dialed his employer''s phone number. After a few seconds, the call was answered.


    "How did the mission go?"


    This number seemed to be a number obtained by the employer specifically for this mission. As soon as it was dialed, they knew it was Karl.


    "I''ve got the box. Do you need to verify it?"


    "What does the box look like?"


    Carl observed the box and reported the relevant data and the feature of a red flower pattern on the box.


    "This is the box. Destroy it."


    "Got it."


    Carl nodded at Oliver, and Oliver walked to the access point in the room, connected the room''s surveillance with his access point and started recording the screen.


    Then Carl stepped back a few steps, and Jack tied a few grenades to the side of the box, and then put the box in a corner away from them, pulled out the pins in one breath and ran away.


    Five seconds later, the grenade exploded, and the box was blown into pieces. In the last cracked picture before the explosion, Carl seemed to see some strip-shaped data chips in it, but all of this turned into ashes or fragments with the exploding fireball.


    Oliver waited for a while, unplugged the connection cable, and transmitted the video file to Carl, who forwarded it to his employer.


    More than ten seconds later, Carl''s call with his employer was hung up.


    ¡®You did a great job on this mission. You weren¡¯t too curious. I¡¯m very satisfied.¡¯


    At the same time as this message came over the phone, Carl¡¯s account was notified that 70,000 euros had been deposited.


    This employer was very decisive. He gave the money after the task was completed. To be honest, he was a good employer.


    ¡°How is it?¡±


    Oliver glanced at the residue. Although he was a little curious about the contents of the box, he was more concerned about the reward.


    ¡°It¡¯s in the account. I¡¯ll transfer it to you right away.¡±


    The next second, Oliver received a notification that he had received 23,300 euros, and so did Jack.


    ¡°There¡¯s still an extra 100 euros that¡¯s not easy to divide. When we have enough money for dinner, let¡¯s go find a nice restaurant tonight.¡±


    ¡°I know a few good restaurants.¡±


    Jack agreed with Carl¡¯s suggestion, but he still said, ¡°If we only go to those places, 100 euros may not be enough. I¡¯ll transfer some back.¡±


    ¡°Forget it. Consider the extra as my treat.¡±


    With Carl waving his hand indifferently, the first mission of their team ended.


    Mission amount reward.


    100,000 euros.

 Chapter19. Weve arrived

    Did you do a big job this time?"


    In Victor''s prosthetic clinic, Victor asked casually while treating Jack''s wounds.


    "That''s right. I almost lost my life there because of the company dog''s mission."


    Jack said: "Sold the guns and other things, and one person got 40,000 yuan in bits and pieces. The guys in the Maelstrom Gang couldn''t sell them for a good price, so we only kept the Crusher shotgun. Down."


    "It''s good to be able to bring my life back."


    Victor took out a bucket of suturing equipment and pressed it on Jack''s hand. After a click, the wound was sutured. After doing the final treatment, Victor patted Jack''s intact arm and stepped back. After a few steps, he walked to his chair and sat down: "It''s taken care of. Take some pneumatic syringes with you when you leave. Next time you encounter this kind of thing, it will be much better to inject yourself with a needle first."


    "How much does the treatment plus the pneumatic syringe cost?"


    "Consider me celebrating that you have completed a big job, this time for free."


    Victor casually waved his hand to Jack who wanted to pay, as well as Carl and Oliver who were waiting next to him: "Just take care of my business more in the future."


    "bite."


    Victor began to watch the boxing matches on the computer again that he seemed to be tired of.


    "Thank you, Lao Wei. I''ll bring some food and drink later and we can have a drink."


    Jack moved his shoulders, and after finding that he could move freely, he walked towards Carl and Oliver: "Okay, now let''s celebrate the successful completion of this trip."


    "Do you have any restaurant recommendations?" Oliver said, "I''m not very familiar with Watson District."


    "There is a good Japanese restaurant over in the Kabuki district. How about eating there?"


    Jack said, looking at Karl, seeking his opinion.


    "Japanese food?"


    Karl hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I haven''t had it for a while. You can try it over there, but isn''t the Kabuki Hall a place for people to play with each other? There are also good restaurants?"


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    "You guys have to eat something when you''re tired from playing. Don''t worry, that Japanese food tastes very good, although I haven''t really eaten any authentic Japanese food."


    With Jack''s strong recommendation, the three of them got into Oliver''s car and drove to the Kabuki Hall. On the way, several people also discussed how they planned to spend their 40,000 yuan.


    Forty thousand euros in Night City can at least exceed the family assets of 90% of people. Even among mercenaries, few people can save such an amount of money. Most mercenaries have As time goes by, the commissions will be spent not long after they are received, and even if they can save money well, it is very difficult for the little money they save to reach an amount of more than 10,000 euros.


    The strength and equipment of the low-level mercenaries may not be as good as those of ordinary Maelstrom Gang members.


    Jack was the first to think about how he was going to spend the money: "I should save ten thousand to buy a car or a motorcycle, and the other thirty thousand should go back to Lao Wei Na to get a subcutaneous armor. I met him today. The armor on this Maelstrom Maniac can''t even be penetrated by a Copperhead, but after I get it straightened up, I can be awesome."


    The reason why Jack had to spend money to go to Lao Wei Na to get a new set of subcutaneous armor, instead of thinking about bringing back the dead member of the Whirlpool Gang and removing her prosthetic body to wear it himself, was because Jack kept the Mexican A man of human ancestry. Although Mexicans often talk about death, they respect death very much. It is not Jack''s temperament to touch the body after a person dies. Moreover, this kind of behavior will make him feel like a scavenger. A disgusting scavenger bastard;


    Second, prostheses taken from other people are basically adjusted by prosthetics doctors. It is difficult to match second-hand prostheses to the body. Even if they are matched, they will have various problems and may even induce cyberpsychosis. In fact, It''s not necessary.


    Cyberpsychosis is a mental illness that occurs when a prosthetic body is installed and the human body feels a strange feeling that does not belong to its own body and cannot bear the trigger. People with this condition often suffer from overload or extreme collapse of the prosthetic body. Become dangerous and crazy. Even the NCPD people can''t deal with cyberpsychosis. In Night City, such mental illness will be handed over to another group of people to solve. Jack doesn''t want to become a cyberpsychotic just because he wants to save money. Someone like that.


    Regarding Jack''s spending plans, Oliver was a little curious about what kind of car Jack was going to buy after saving ten thousand yuan: "Ten thousand yuan for an ordinary second-hand old car is enough. What kind of car do you want to buy, Jack?"


    "At least buy a four-seater car."


    Jack said, feeling his and Carl''s bodies huddled together on the passenger seat: "At the very least, it has to have more seats than your car."


    "Tch, this car of mine was originally used to pick up girls. Why would you be dissatisfied with letting you two grown men sit in it? Moreover, this second-hand car is worth 29,000 euros."


    Hearing Jack complain about his car, Oliver retorted unconvinced and went back, which ushered in Jack''s questioning.


    "You use this sports car that only homeless people like to pick up girls?"


    "Our girls in Santo Domingo are more down-to-earth."


    "Forget it, it''s not like I haven''t seen the girls from Santo Domingo. There is a wasteland to the east of your place. They are blown by wind and sand all day long. Their skin is very rough but they have all kinds of requirements. Our girls from Heywood are the hot ones. Passionate and honest.¡±


    "I thought you Heywood girls were too messy, so I just said a few words and then got in the car and went home."


    "Come on, you two."


    Seeing that the two people were making more and more noise, almost squeezing himself into a Muggle in the middle, Karl stopped the two people from meaninglessly comparing each other and brought the topic back to its original track.


    "Compared to this, Oliver, how are you going to spend the money?"


    "Me?"


    Oliver thought for a while and said: "Rent an apartment first. It''s not a problem to sleep in a car or a hotel, and then get some prosthetics for yourself. You really can''t survive as a mercenary without a good prosthesis. Then I¡¯ll follow what you said and see if I can be a team doctor or a sniper... By the way, Jack, I¡¯m going to find an apartment in Watson District. Do you have any recommendations?¡±


    "It''s a super skyscraper in Little Chinatown. The rent there is not bad, and there are cheap restaurants next to it. It''s convenient to eat."


    "That place."


    Oliver remembered that that was the place where he and Karl met, and he still had some impressions. Thinking of this, he glanced at Karl: "Karl, what about you, how are you preparing?"


    He remembered that Karl had no place to live either.


    "I''ll go and have a look. If it''s okay, I''ll live there. It''s close and convenient. As for my money besides rent, I haven''t decided yet, but I''ll probably check out what kind of pistol is good and get one later. Lexington has to be replaced anyway.¡±


    Chatting all the way and following the navigation, the three of them arrived at the place.

 Chapter 20. Food

    What should be the signboard of a Japanese food store?


    Sashimi, sushi, tempura?


    In 2075, although these traditional Japanese foods can still be synthesized and manufactured using strange materials, their appearance is so different from the past that they can only be ranked among Japanese foods and cannot be regarded as signatures. On the menu, there is only one type of Japanese food that is the most popular among today¡¯s Japanese food restaurants in Night City.


    Yakitori.


    Made from synthetic meat, Jack ordered twenty skewers as soon as it came out, and it looked more like barbecued meatballs than chicken skewers, and he strongly recommended Carl and Oliver to try it.


    While Carl was still thinking about what the chicken skewers were made of and whether they could be eaten, Oliver, who was sitting next to him, was already eating one skewer in one hand. Watching him eat the meatballs in one bite, he was enjoying the meal. It seems that this grilled chicken skewer suits his taste very well.


    After hesitating for a moment, thinking that insects would have to be eaten sooner or later, Karl picked up the chicken skewers, bit into a meatball, and chewed it in his mouth for a while.


    "Well..."


    He spat it out.


    It wasn''t that Karl was wasting food, but the impact of this thing was too strong. The moment he ate it, Karl felt his lips and teeth protesting, and his stomach twitched. His body was warning Karl. This thing couldn''t be entered, so I subconsciously followed the feeling and spit it out as soon as I sensed the threat.


    How do you describe the taste of this thing... If Karl were asked to describe it in two words, he would say it tastes terrible. If he used three words to describe it, it would be very unpleasant. If he used four words to describe it, it would be super unpleasant. , and if it is mixed with some lack of quality, it will be really unpalatable.


    The overall taste is similar to the low-quality ham sausage mixed with sawdust that Carl used to eat as a child, which was full of starch and even disgusted for dogs. The seasoning is also very strong, like chewing a soaked sausage. It tasted like shredded chili paper balls mixed with soy sauce and vinegar. I can only say that it was unpalatable, beyond imagination.


    Oliver and Jack were eating something sweet. They were stunned for a moment when they saw Carl frowning and spitting out the chicken meatballs he had just chewed. Then both of them immediately thought of something like this in their minds. scenes performed in the film.


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    Is this thing poisonous? !


    The two people stopped eating instantly and became wary, but what Carl said after spitting out the food made them lower their newly raised wariness.


    "This stuff tastes too bad!"


    "It tastes bad?"


    Staring at Carl''s chicken skewers that looked no different from theirs, Jack looked at Oliver, and Oliver also looked at Jack. Both of them saw doubts in each other''s eyes.


    Isn''t this chicken skewer delicious? Why did Karl say it tastes bad?


    Could it be that there is something wrong with Carl''s chicken skewers?


    With this idea in mind, Jack picked up the chicken skewers that Carl stopped eating after one bite, bit off a piece of meatball and started eating it. After chewing it twice, there was an obvious look of confusion on his face. appearance.


    "Is this delicious?"


    "Isn''t this delicious?"


    Listening to what Jack and Carl said, Oliver took the chicken skewer with only one piece left from Jack''s hand, bit into the last piece of meatball, and then after chewing a few times, he showed the same expression as Jack.


    "This, isn''t it delicious?"


    Looking at the expressions of Jack and Oliver, Carl also roughly understood that they were all used to such low-quality food that was full of seasonings to change the taste. He could not accurately describe how difficult it was to eat this thing. He could only He sighed and said something.


    "Compared to real chicken skewers, these synthetic meat skewers taste terrible."


    ¡°Real chicken kebabs?¡±


    Oliver only thought that Carl was joking because the chicken skewers in this restaurant were not to his liking: "That thing is against the laws of Night City. Ever since the previous bird flu outbreak, Night City has banned poultry-related meat. If you If we want to try something new, we can secretly find some on the black market, but it¡¯s very expensive.¡±


    Jack saw something else from Carl''s expression and words. He opened his mouth wide and said in disbelief: "Carl, look at you, you haven''t really eaten real chicken skewers before, have you?" ¡±


    "Of course I only commented like this after eating it."


    Karl said: "Anyway, I don''t want to touch this chicken skewers anymore. Give me something else. Eating this thing is really torture for me."


    ¡°I¡¯ve eaten real chicken skewers, but I¡¯m so disgusted with these synthetic chicken skewers¡­¡±


    Oliver now believed that Carl had really eaten chicken skewers before. He recalled that when he invited Carl to have his first meal, Carl only wanted to eat vegetarian food: "You were not the boss of some company before. Bar."


    "Will the young master take a Lexington now?"


    Karl waved his hand, called the waiter, and asked her to get him something else to eat.


    Then, in front of Oliver and Jack who were eating and watching, it was like serving food. Carl only took one bite of food each time and then put it down. The accumulated food that could not be eaten was taken to him by them without disdain. When they came here to eat, the food almost piled up in front of the two of them.


    "Stop, stop, Carl."


    Seeing that if Carl ordered any more, his and Jack''s stomachs would be bursting with food, so Oliver quickly stopped Carl from ordering the entire menu.


    Oliver''s cheeks twitched slightly as he looked at Carl who was still not satisfied. He covered his forehead and sighed, saying: "Fried pork chops, sushi, sashimi, Japanese curry and a bunch of messy things, young master, you have almost ordered the entire menu, and you haven''t found anything satisfactory yet."


    "You can''t blame me for this."


    Carl said helplessly: "None of these things are edible. I am only glad that I have eaten Chinese cold noodles these two days, otherwise I would have starved to death first."


    "I am really getting more and more curious about your original living conditions, Carl."


    Jack touched his already round belly: "Not only chicken, you have eaten pork, beef, and fish before. What kind of environment did you live in in the past?"


    "Probably just real meat, eat whatever you want..."


    With a sigh, Carl aimed at the last tea rice.


    Fortunately, the tea rice did not disappoint Carl, and there was finally something edible.


    While eating the tea rice, Carl was a little pessimistic.


    After eating so much, he still ended up eating meatless food. If this continues, he would really have to eat only vegetarian food in the future.

 Chapter 21. Mewtwo

    "Mewtwo, what is that?"


    After dinner, while looking at the apartment together, Carl was curious about the words that appeared in Oliver and Jack''s mouths.


    "Is it like Bao X Meng?"


    "What are you talking about? What treasure? Mewtwo is Mewtwo."


    Oliver knew that Carl didn''t understand many things, so he simply explained it to him. Under Oliver''s popular science explanation, Carl also roughly understood what the so-called Mewtwo was.


    To put it simply, it is something similar to a VR experience. It will transcribe the personal experience of the video recorder into a digital format, and play it directly in the nervous system of the viewer through special amplification, so that the viewer can experience the experience of the recorder. All aspects experienced during recording, whether pain or pleasure, can be fully stimulated in the nerves, ensuring that the experience of the recorder and the viewer is exactly the same.


    This is the most popular entertainment in today''s era, and Mewtwo monitors are available in every household, similar to the status of mobile phones in the world that Carl once lived in.


    "It feels very interesting and I want to experience it."


    This is Carl''s attitude towards Mewtwo.


    "Okay, let''s go find a store that sells a ''Head-mounted Mewtwo Display'' on the way so you can experience it all when you come back."


    Jack and Oliver were now used to Carl''s boudoir-like insight. Seeing that he was interested in this thing, they immediately changed their direction and drove to the Mewtwo store first.


    The price of a head-mounted Mewtwo monitor is not expensive. Brand new and for personal use, you can buy one for only 1,000 euros, and it also comes with several of the latest popular Mewtwo films in the world.


    ""Make My Heart Beat", "Soul of Light", "Gate of the Sword Coast"... Why are they all games?"


    Oliver wanted to help Carl choose something good, but after flipping through it, he found that the popular models that could be given as gifts were all game-related.


    "I think it''s because gaming products can''t be sold, so it comes with a bonus. It''s popular, but this thing in Night City may not be as exciting as walking on the street."


    Jack looked at other Mewtwo on the Mewtwo sales shelf: "I think "The Old Man and the Sea" is very good."


    ¡°Hemingway¡¯s The Old Man and the Sea?¡±


    Carl''s question made Jack a little excited: "Do you also read Hemingway''s books?"


    "Isn''t this a masterpiece?"


    "masterpiece?"


    Oliver scratched his head beside him. He seemed to be the only one among the three people present who didn''t know what the old man and the sea were talking about. "What was it about?"


    "To put it simply, it''s the story of an old man fishing."


    Carr''s summary is succinct.


    "Fishing, the sea around Night City is almost polluted now, but I don''t feel any sense of empathy."


    Oliver originally wanted to see what this famous Mewtwo film, which both Carl and Jack knew, was like, but when he heard that it was about fishing, he gave up.


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    "Actually, the theme is not just fishing."


    Carl took down the old man and Hai Mewtwo worth fifty euros. He really wanted to see what Mewtwo would look like based on the famous book.


    Then....


    "What are those?"


    Carl pointed to Mewtwo, which was placed in the corner. The color of the shelf looked like black blood splashed on it.


    "Those Mewtwo."


    Oliver looked at those things and roughly explained: "It''s those that involve blood and pornography."


    "How bloody?"


    "The one that can be sold openly in this kind of store shouldn''t be Black Mewtwo. It''s probably about the same level as a bullet piercing the chest and abdomen of the body?"


    "Punch through the chest and abdomen?"


    Karl walked over and took a look and found a film that said "My Years in the Trauma Team". He looked at the introduction and found that this was a series about a time when the recorder performed a task in the trauma team. Process, keyword urgency, gunfights, and gang members.


    Interesting.


    After looking at the price, this kind of film is more expensive than other films, but it is only 70 euros, which is almost the price of 20 meals for ordinary people in the Watson area.


    Karl now has more than 40,000 euros, so Mewtwo at this price is naturally affordable. He looked at it and simply bought "My Years in the Trauma Team" 1, 2, 3, and all three episodes of the series. , if you buy the whole series in one go, it only costs 200 euros, which is ten euros cheaper.


    In addition to this, Carl also picked "A Mercenary''s Battle Record", "The Fighting Champion''s Journey", and "The End of the Samurai". These are not bundled, but they are cheaper than the previous series, and the total is only 100 Eighty euros.


    "Karl, do you want to buy so much at once?"


    Seeing Carl blinking his eyes and wearing a Mewtwo monitor, he spent one thousand four hundred and thirty euros in one go. Oliver only felt that Carl was really happy to spend money. In the past, he had to hesitate to buy a sexy Mewtwo. After taking it out of my pocket for a long time, Carl was so excited that he could finish six of them in one go.


    "Didn''t you say that Chaomeng can fully understand the senses of the recorder? I have something I want to verify."


    In addition to being a little curious about the latest entertainment facilities in 2075, Carl also wanted to try out the senses in Mewtwo to see if he could remember them. If so, then this bunch of Mewtwos would be the same. With this in mind, he bought everything from Chaomeng including medical treatment, firearms, boxing, and swordsmanship.


    "verify?"


    Jack blinked, not really understanding what Carl was talking about, but he didn''t care. It was rare for him to make a fortune, so he picked out a few Mewtwo that he had been interested in before, and prepared to check out.


    Carl bought, Jack bought, and Oliver also bought a few. Today was a rare day for the owner of the Mewtwo store to see a surge in sales, but his happiness did not last long. The door of the Mewtwo store was kicked open, and three men wearing black hoods covering their faces rushed in with three Lexingtons. As soon as they came in, they raised their guns and pointed them at the people in the store.


    "Don''t move, robbery!"


    ''Wow, this is called Night City. ''


    Being pointed at by guns, Carl was confident that he could shoot the three people in front of him in the head in an instant, but it was still a bit dangerous after all, and if the other party only planned to rob, he would not lose anything, so he chose to raise his hand to indicate that he was not going to do anything.


    Oliver and Jack exchanged glances, and the two of them raised their hands in a cooperative manner, and it seemed that they also had no intention of participating in this all-too-common robbery.


    The robbery went on very quickly. The three robbers had no intention of attacking anyone. Their goal was only money, so in the face of the tearful expression of the Mewtwo shop owner, he honestly handed over all the money in the counter, which was about 700 euros.


    The shop owner was only glad that he had not yet made a deal with Carl and others, and there was not much cash in the store, otherwise he would have lost a lot today.


    In addition to robbing money, the robbers also took away a few Mewtwo games. They did not take valuables such as the head-mounted Mewtwo display, because this thing has a code, and it takes professionals to eliminate it, and these gangsters do not have that ability.


    Perhaps because they were worried about the arrival of NCPD, the whole robbery process was carried out very quickly, and the whole process took no more than two minutes. After getting what they wanted, the robbers hurriedly knocked on the door and left, which made the shop owner feel distressed for a while.


    "I have to call NCPD and tell them to go to jail."


    After cursing, the shop owner sighed and was about to continue to greet Carl and the other three customers when gunshots were heard outside. It sounded like Lexington, which Carl was very familiar with. The next second, the door that had just been closed was smashed open again, and a broken body rolled in. Looking at the broken hood, it was the robber who had just robbed.


    "It seems that something happened."


    Night City.


    Carl sighed and pulled out his gun at the same time with Oliver and Jack in tacit understanding.

 Chapter 22 . Let鈥檚 start, 2075

    "Boss, put the things down for a while, we''ll come back to get them soon."


    Carl said this and walked to the door. He didn''t really know what was going on outside, but Oliver''s car was parked not far from the door, so he had to go and see if Oliver''s car was okay. If it was broken, they would have to walk back with the things.


    Looking out through the smashed door, Carl saw the chaotic street. On the street, a strong man with yellow hair and sunglasses with a crew cut was holding a ''Military Technology MK. 31 Heavy Machine Gun'' and continuously firing at a truck that was stopped on the road;


    On the road near Carl''s side, two familiar bodies with hoods, euros scattered around their bodies, and bullet holes all over their bodies were lying on the side of the street. Judging from the bullet holes on the two bodies, these robbers who had just robbed the Mewtwo store had suffered some kind of unprovoked disaster.


    "What''s going on?"


    Jack came to the door of the store and looked out, but when he saw the scenery outside, he shrank back again: "Heavy machine gun, what''s going on."


    "My car!"


    Oliver saw that there was an obvious bullet dent on the door of his car outside the door, which looked like it was hit by a bullet from the truck. Seeing such damage, his eyes suddenly turned red.


    "That''s my sister''s birthday gift to me!"


    "What do you mean?"


    Carl had already clenched his weapon, and his left hand touched the grenade he picked up from the Vortex Gang on his waist: "Are you going to kill everyone on both sides?"


    With the grenade, even if he encountered subcutaneous armor like the Vortex Gang members before, he had the confidence to solve it, not to mention that Jack was carrying a Crusher now.


    "You''re too radical."


    Oliver was not going to kill someone just because his car was accidentally hit by someone and had a dent. The guy with the heavy machine gun and the guy on the truck who could shoot at him were not easy to deal with, so he could still tolerate this.


    After all, they have heavy weapons to reason with, and Oliver happens to be a reasonable person.


    "Too radical?"


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    Carl felt that he was okay. Compared with those compatriots who like to kill whole families and exterminate the root of evil at any time, he was already very conservative.


    There is a saying that goes, who said we like to kill the whole family, I want to kill his whole family...


    The gunfight outside went faster than expected, because when the people who escaped from the driving position of the truck were shooting at the yellow-haired man, a group of people who seemed to be in the same group as the yellow-haired man had already touched the back of the truck.


    The first person in the group to shoot was a black cockscomb man who used a mechanical hand to hold the copperhead snake and fired, and next to him, a pale-skinned, short girl with green twin ponytails and a pink ''M-76 E Omaha'' pistol, with the help of these two people, the truck transport personnel surrounded in the middle only lasted less than three seconds, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep.


    "Mann!"


    After dealing with the people next to the truck, the green-haired girl with twin ponytails waved at the big man: "It''s all dealt with!"


    "Rebecca."


    The yellow-haired big man called Mann nodded to the green-haired girl from a distance, and called the cockscomb man next to the girl: "Pira, find something quickly and we''ll retreat."


    "Okay."


    Watching the three people walk to the back of the truck quickly, Jack said: "It looks like they are mercenaries like us."


    "Then it seems there''s nothing to see."


    Carl turned his head and took his Mewtwo and head-mounted Mewtwo display: "Do you want to fix your car first, Oliver?"


    "It''s okay, I can fix this dent myself, let''s go to the apartment first."


    During the conversation between the two, after packing up Mewtwo for himself, the owner of Mewtwo ran out of the store and picked up the euros next to the corpse. These were all taken from his store, and he had to get them back anyway.


    After Carl and Jack squeezed into the passenger seat again and Oliver started the car, the mercenary team, which seemed to be led by a big man named Mann, also got what they wanted from the truck. When they evacuated, the vehicle driven by Oliver passed by the truck.


    Mann glanced at the passing vehicle and didn''t pay much attention to it. Carl, however, looked at him more in the passenger seat.


    This guy''s subcutaneous armor is also quite amazing. He can stand on the road and shoot for so long.


    This thought flashed through his mind and disappeared in an instant. This little episode didn''t stay in Carl''s mind for much time.


    The vehicle driven by Oliver drove all the way to the super skyscraper without any more episodes. They contacted the apartment manager smoothly and talked about the rental of the apartment.


    The super skyscraper was built by a company, and the apartment manager was actually just an employee of that company, but he was as demanding as the landlord when it came to commission. After listing a bunch of terms and reminders, Oliver and Carl both rented apartments on the fifth and fourth floors for 1,000 euros a month. Oliver wanted to be Carl''s neighbor, but there was only one empty apartment on the fourth floor, so he had no choice but to choose the floor above Carl''s.


    The things in the apartment are all ready-made. Carl and Oliver can move in as soon as they pick up their bags. However, the company-managed apartment is kind enough to provide you with these things, and these things must have their own circumstances.


    "Private phone, 10 euros initial fee, and then 0.75 euros per minute of call, TV, 50 euros deposit, and then 1 euro per hour of use. Well, there is also a vending machine in the room. Wow, this business has come to the room."


    Carl walked to the vending machine and spent 15 euros to buy three bottles of small coke. He threw two of them to Jack and Oliver respectively. He didn''t like small coke very much. But I don''t know if this vending machine is suppressed by the seller. There is no other coke for sale. He can only drink this bitter coke.


    "How do you feel, Carl?"


    Jack lay on the sofa in the room. It was his first time to come to such an apartment.


    "Generally speaking, it''s livable."


    "Just livable?"


    Oliver hadn''t had time to look at his room, but the rooms of both were of the same type, and he looked at Carl''s as if he was looking at his own, so he was a little surprised by Carl''s nonchalant attitude.


    "I haven''t lived in a better house than this since I became independent at the age of 18."


    "How old are you?"


    "Twenty-four, didn''t you ask me when we first met?"


    "Forgot."


    You can''t even get a house for 1,000 euros a month after becoming independent for six years, you''re really miserable.


    Carl, who lived in such a house the day after crossing over, didn''t feel that it was glorious at all.


    But no matter what.


    Looking at Oliver and Jack lying softly on the sofa, looking like salted fish, Carl opened the can and took a sip.


    His story in 2075 has begun.


    "Gulp."


    "So sweet."

 Chapter 23. Mission on rest day

    "So boring."


    Carl sat on the bar of the Wild Wolf Bar and complained to Jack''s mother, Mrs. Wells: "I can''t get the commission, Mrs. Wells. If this continues, we will starve to death."


    "There''s no need to be in such a hurry Carl."


    Mrs. Wells smiled and served a plate of French fries: "Isn''t it nice to have some free time? Come and try my latest research and development of French fries."


    "Oh, is it the one I said was sprinkled with salt and pepper?"


    Seeing Karl, who had just become decadent and became active for a second because of French fries, Oliver and Jack were a little helpless in other seats at the bar.


    Their team has been formed for a week, and they have taken on five missions here and there. During this period, they have also gained a deeper understanding of Carl''s personality. Now if Oliver and Jack are to make decisions for Carl If there is an evaluation, then they will not hesitate to use a Chinese word that Carl taught them to describe Carl.


    Search TWKAN on GOOGLE


    ¡®It¡¯s nothing to look for. ¡¯


    This is not to say that Carl likes to make excuses to cause trouble, but both Oliver and Jack take it literally. To put it bluntly, Carl can''t take any time off. After completing the task, he just wants to perform the next task. Nor do they know how to rest and relax.


    Other mercenaries take an order. If the order pays well, then after completing the task, they have to rest for ten days and a half before they are interested in taking another order. But Karl is different. He is often on the previous task. When placing an order, I am already thinking about how to take the next order, just like a task machine.


    Oliver and Jack are not saying that Carl''s "looking for trouble" is not good. Thanks to Carl''s crazy tasks, Oliver and Jack''s abilities have grown a lot, and their wallets are getting heavier day by day. This aspect is naturally quite embarrassing. People are happy, but people are not machines after all. They also need necessary rest, otherwise they would not have dragged Karl to sit on the bar to drink today.


    "Stop being so sad and have a drink."


    Seeing Carl happily eating French fries, Oliver toasted to Jack.


    "Anyway, according to Karl, when our reputation is big enough to accept the middleman task, he will take over the task. At worst, we can hold on until then."


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    "It''s not that I don''t think it''s bad to have too many tasks. We are mercenaries after all. Having tasks to do is naturally better than having no tasks. I''m just thinking that these small tasks we do can really be useful. Can you become famous in one day and attract the attention of middlemen? "


    "You want to do a big job, Jack, like your first order?"


    "This person must have something to look forward to. If he can earn 30,000 to 40,000 euros alone, then death will be worth it."


    Heywood''s children always talked about death casually. Usually when performing tasks outside, only Carl would complain about it, but today was different.


    "Jack!"


    Mrs. Wells stared.


    "Oh, sorry, Mom."


    Jack realized that what he said should not be said casually in front of his mother, and he quickly apologized. He said such words as a subconscious habit when he was with Carl and Oliver, and he did not change it for a while.


    "It''s better to say less of this, Jack."


    As Oliver spoke, he received an unexpected communication, which was from his sister.


    Originally, when his sister communicated, she said that she could return to Night City in two days, and then she kept saying that something was delaying her. Until now, she was finally back, and she wanted to meet her brother.


    "Then I''ll leave first."


    After saying hello and farewell to Carl, Jack and Mrs. Wells, Oliver left first. After he was kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang, he couldn''t go back to Santo Domingo if he didn''t want to cause trouble, but his sister could still come to Watson District. Yes, he planned to pick up his sister and go have a meal somewhere.


    Not long after Oliver left, something happened on Jack''s side. His current girlfriend, Misty, who is also Lao Wei''s landlord, wanted to go shopping with him. After Jack sent a private message to Carl to explain, he also said: He gave a random reason to his mother and left. His mother liked Jack''s ex-girlfriend more than his current girlfriend. Jack didn''t want his mother to know that he was going on a date.


    In a short period of time, Carl was the only one left in the three-person team who took a rare break, still eating French fries at the bar.


    What can he do?


    One of the two teammates went with his sister and the other with his girlfriend. What could he do?


    Come on.


    You should continue to go home and learn hacking knowledge or watch Mewtwo. At least it has been verified that it can indeed have a learning effect.


    "Thanks for the hospitality, Mrs. Wells."


    After finishing his fries, leaving the Wild Wolf Bar and walking on the streets of Heywood, Carl suddenly realized something more important.


    Oliver, who was driving someone away, is gone. How can he get back to Watson District?


    subway?


    But I¡¯ve never sat on it before, so I¡¯m not familiar with it.


    never mind.


    Take a taxi.


    Just as Carl was about to call a taxi, he called.


    Hey, acquaintance, isn''t this the big order client who said the phone would only be used once? Why is it being used again?


    A company dog is a company dog, and he still has to answer the phone, after all, the other party is indeed generous with money.


    "drop."


    "I have a mission. I need someone to accompany me as a bodyguard to negotiate. It''s 50,000 euros per person. If you want to take it, meet me at the Wuyan Motel in Watson District in an hour."


    After saying that, he hung up without giving Carl a chance to say more. He was very arrogant.


    Okay.


    It''s 50,000 euros anyway. It doesn''t matter if he''s arrogant. He''s the client. Just do the work.


    Carl thought about it and decided not to disturb Oliver and Jack, who were busy. They rarely had a day off to be with their family and girlfriend. He shouldn''t send them a message saying that he was going to do a mission to make them worry. Otherwise, according to their temperament, they might drop their current affairs and come to cover him secretly.


    It''s a good time to try it. I just modified the prosthesis with Lao Wei yesterday.


    These days, Carl spent all the money for the mission on yesterday''s modification, except for the money for buying Mewtwo and learning hacking.


    Feeling the strange feeling in his arms, Carl shook his arms and pressed the technical pistol ¡®JKE-X 2 Kenshin¡¯ produced by Arasaka Company on his waist.


    The so-called technical pistol is a pistol that uses electromagnetic energy to push all-metal ammunition to a high speed to penetrate bunkers or walls. Ordinary subcutaneous armor is as fragile as paper in front of it. This is also the pistol that Carl bought at a high price after experiencing the previous experience. Now, it is time to use it together with the modification of the arm.

 Chapter 24 Why is it the Whirlpool Gang again?

    "You''re here."


    "I am coming."


    In fact, he really wanted to say something like "You shouldn''t have come," but Karl felt that his employer, the boss of the company, probably didn''t know how to have such a conversation, so he stopped talking after saying hello.


    The second time he met his employer, compared to the hurried contact before, he just felt that she was domineering. Now Karl had extra time to observe this employer.


    This employer was wearing makeup when they first met. Although she looked pretty, Karl was attracted by the one hundred thousand salary she mentioned before he even looked at her. So in fact, he didn''t take a close look at his employer''s appearance. Now, Upon closer inspection, the employer looked to be about twenty-three or four years old, with wide-open features, high eyebrows and deep eyes, short black hair and dark eyes, and a darker complexion. Upon closer inspection, he was from Southern Europe, to be precise. It is said that the facial features of Spain and Italy are the so-called Latin faces.


    Karl is actually a bit face-blind when it comes to white people, but he can still distinguish people according to their facial features, but he doesn''t find it that strange in the Night City for his employer''s very distinctive appearance. ;


    After all, America is a country with a large number of immigrants, and Night City is the intersection of all races on the West Coast. Let alone a company dog with Latin characteristics in Night City, Carl can even meet the self-proclaimed Moxxi. Indian descendants of Gan people will not be surprised. After all, the so-called Mohawk, which is the unique hairstyle of that race, is now very popular in Night City.


    The employer seemed to be waiting for something. Even when Karl arrived, she was not ready to take action. She stood downstairs at the Silent Motel, and she did not look conspicuous because she was only wearing black without makeup or a suit. In addition to being more beautiful than the girl standing on the street, the owner of the coat is also Nothing was surprising. Instead, Karl¡¯s appearance and mercenary attire attracted a lot of attention. However, after seeing someone around him, most of the girls passing by had no intention of striking up a conversation, even if they were halfway there. When I was there, I was forced to step back by my employer''s indifferent gaze.


    The silence between Karl and his employer lasted for a while, and then the employer seemed to relieve boredom, or to let the next bodyguard know more about herself. She spoke: "My name is Blanca. Just call me that in future actions.¡±


    Blanca is a very common Spanish name, which means white and pure. In Karl''s memory, in the 13th century, there was a French queen from Castile who also had this name, but she How does this name compare to the person...


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    Karl looked at Blanca, who was dressed in black, and then thought about the meaning of her name, he felt that it was completely the opposite.


    "For the task that''s waiting for you, it''s enough for you to be responsible for protecting my safety. Look less and talk less. I don''t need your participation in related matters. Even if you hear something, forget it... I think you should be able to do it. At this point?"


    Regarding this sentence, Carl chose to nod silently, showing that he was really taciturn. He was not Oliver, and he really didn''t talk that much usually.


    But he chose to respond silently, but the employer kept talking. Her feet kept changing her focus on the ground, as if to relieve tension: "Wait a moment, the number of people on the other side should be about ten, in case the negotiation fails. , I will make an action of lifting my hair, and after seeing this action, you will kill the person opposite me who is talking to me, and then cover me and get out of there, do you understand?"


    "Um."


    Karl silently wrote down this information. There were ten enemies, and they were asked to kill people after lifting their hair and protect the NPC (employer), and the reward was 50,000.


    Very easy to remember.


    Karl will not ask Blanca, as a company employee, why he can only negotiate things alone, and has to hire mercenaries like himself as bodyguards, because this kind of thing is not important, regardless of whether Blanca has no one in the company Whether she can be trusted or whether this is just her personal matter and has nothing to do with the company, Karl doesn''t care.


    He only cares about how many enemies there are, whether they can be killed, and how much the reward is. As long as he has this information, Karl feels that he can do this job.


    Well, if there is additional information, it is where the enemy is.


    Blanca looked at Karl who looked quite calm and didn''t pay attention to the ten people across from him at all. Just as he was about to say something more important, a black ''Sky Hera EC-D I360'' stopped in front of the two of them. on the road.


    ¡¾Celestial Hera EC-D I360¡¿: The first model of the Hera series, because it was too durable, easy to repair, and economical, it almost caused the Tianqiong company that manufactured it to go bankrupt. At the same time, this also made the subsequent Tianqiong board of directors understand the truth that product quality can be It''s tough, but not too tough. This vehicle, which was first produced in 2023, is already outdated in today''s era. However, there are still many car owners who prefer it and continue to modify it. It can still be seen on the streets of Night City. figure.


    Like Oliver''s SkyQiong Quartz EC-L R275, they are both products of SkyQiong. This type of car is generally used by the middle class and lower class people, and they are representatives of durability and affordability.


    As Karl and Blanca watched, the rear door of the Nahra EC-D I360 was opened. The back seat was empty, facing Karl and Blanca, as if inviting them to sit in it.


    Karl felt that the employer beside him was breathing heavier.


    It seems that this is the car that will pick them up.


    It''s good, better than squeezing two seats. Carl always had to squeeze with Jack, the strong man, in Oliver''s car. After Jack changed his subcutaneous armor, it was even more uncomfortable. He couldn''t stand it.


    The employer walked to the car, and Carl followed closely. After entering the car and sitting in the car seat, Carl saw the person sitting in the main driver''s seat shaking his red head and turning around... Oh, to be precise, it was the driver who turned around with his eight red-glowing artificial eyes.


    This is really too iconic, and the whole face has been changed beyond recognition. Carl sighed in his heart.


    Sure enough, it was the Whirlpool Gang again. This group of modified psychopaths who don''t treat themselves as human beings, old acquaintances.


    I''m tired of killing them, can''t I change the target?


    No one knows what Carl is thinking. After the driver of the Whirlpool Gang confirmed the identities of the two people, he turned around, and then the car started, and the two drove to the northern industrial area of Watson District, which is the most important place where the Whirlpool Gang is entrenched.


    It seems that, in addition to the initial evidence against  this employer, the Uzumaki Gang has something else in its hands.

 Chapter 25.You can kill him at any time

    After the Whirlpool Gang vehicle carrying Carl and his employer Blanca drove into the industrial zone in the north of Watson District, it did not enter a factory as Carl imagined, but turned around and finally turned in front of an apartment.


    In the past, when Watson District was still scheduled to be another city center, the rich had built many apartments on the edge of the industrial zone in the north of Watson District, as if this would separate them from the area where the lower-level employees lived;


    However, with the decline of Watson District, there were fewer and fewer apartments where rich people lived. After the rise of the Whirlpool Gang, in order to avoid being asked for the necessary "protection fees" by the Whirlpool Gang that often visited, they all moved out of this place. Now, the people living in the apartments in the industrial zone in the north of Watson District, enjoying the isolated life of the "rich", are just factory employees.


    Information about Watson District flashed through his mind, and Carl appreciated the location of the other party who talked to his employer later.


    Compared to the gloomy, steely factory that brought Carl some bad memories, this kind of apartment building is obviously more to his liking. Apart from other things, looking outside at the large expanse of sunshine will make him feel much better.


    Although the sunshine in Night City will not be so bright because of the haze caused by pollution.


    After the vehicle stopped in front of the apartment building, the first thing Carl saw was two members of the Vortex Gang standing in front of the apartment building. They each held a Saratoga submachine gun that looked well maintained.


    ¡¾Military Technology M 221 Saratoga¡¿: As a weapon originally designed for corporate security, the iconic click of this submachine gun is obviously more favored by gang members... Of course, it is not denied that it is because of its relatively low cost and easy modification. In short, if you can see this gun that is smaller and cuter than the same submachine gun on the street, it is recommended that you stay away from people who own such guns, because Saratoga is not Lexington, it is not easy to mess with.


    How can you recall information and attack with gun discrimination? They are all military technology guns. In the past, Lexington and Saratoga were given the names of sister ships of aircraft carriers. In 2075, they are still compared.


    As a half-Lexington lover, Carl changed Lexington and put it at home, but he still misses Lexington, his first gun. However, even so, when he saw the Saratoga submachine gun, his hand still slightly touched the Kenshin pistol on his waist.


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    If these madmen of the Whirlpool Gang ignore their own people and start shooting inside, he can''t protect his employer.


    Although the possibility is not great, as a bodyguard now, he must pay attention to this aspect.


    The Whirlpool Gang was not so crazy. They pulled the people who were negotiating business over and killed their own people together. After the car stopped, the two Whirlpool Gang members holding Saratoga submachine guns moved away from the front of the apartment to the sides, and their weapons were also lowered to the outside, showing a welcoming and welcoming gesture.


    "It''s time to get off the car."


    The employer Blanca said this, opened the car door and walked out. Carl looked at the driver who was silent in the front seat, and after confirming that he was not going to say anything, he also got off the car, but he heard a little sound when he got off the car.


    It was the sound of the gun safety switch being turned on.


    And the direction of the sound was from the front seat.


    ''It seems that this negotiation is ready to block the road. ''


    He got off the car calmly, without showing any surprise. Carl walked slowly to the employer''s side, followed her and walked into the four-story apartment building in front of him under the welcome gestures of the two Whirlpool Gang members.


    After they had completely entered the apartment building, one of the two gatekeepers from the Whirlpool Gang approached the driver holding a Saratoga submachine gun.


    "Did they show any special behavior along the way?"


    "No, the company dog seemed a little nervous along the way. Her adrenaline increased a lot in my artificial eye scan, but she should be simply nervous about the upcoming negotiations, not intending to break the contract."


    "What about the bodyguard who followed him? Is this the guy who killed the devil and took down one of our Whirlpool Gang''s bases before?"


    "That kid..."


    When he was mentioned, the artificial eye of this Whirlpool Gang member who had a high status in the gang and had a scanning artificial eye but served as a driver flashed red, and then he spoke in a way that he was not sure of or believed.


    "He was not nervous at all from beginning to end, even when he knew he was being taken to our territory. Compared to those miscellaneous mercenaries who were so nervous that they almost peed their pants as soon as they got on the car, he was quite courageous, but..."


    "But?"


    The member of the Whirlpool Gang guarding the door didn''t quite understand why his friend was hesitant. He was not like his usual self at all.


    "I always feel that the reason he doesn''t care is because he can easily kill me if he wants to. The reason he is not afraid is because my life has always been in his hands. Can you believe it? When I drove over here, I didn''t even dare to run a red light. It was just because he was sitting behind me. I didn''t even dare to breathe too loudly, for fear that he would make me feel bad with a wrong look. I waited until he left before I dared to take the gun and open the safety."


    The member of the Whirlpool Gang, who felt like he had survived a catastrophe, responded with a loud voice, and a look of panic gradually appeared on his face. He reached out and touched his back, only to find that his back was covered in cold sweat.


    "You are exaggerating..."


    The member of the Vortex Gang guarding the door was saying this, but he noticed that the expression on his friend''s face was not a lie. His words could not help but pause, and then he asked again as if to verify: "Is it really that exaggerated?"


    "Maybe more exaggerated than what I said. In my opinion, although this guy has no subcutaneous armor that can withstand bullets, and he is wearing just an ordinary basic bulletproof vest, I think if he wants, he can kill all of us by himself without getting hurt."


    "Not even a little hurt..."


    The member of the Vortex Gang guarding the door looked at the apartment behind him that Carl had entered, and said a little unconfidently: "There are ten people from our Vortex Gang standing in the negotiation room today. Ten guns are pointed at him. He can''t kill them all in one breath..."


    As he said this, he was not sure of his words.


    Because he recalled that when the other party passed by him and glanced at him, he also had the same strange fear as his friend.

 Chapter 26. Corporate Intrigue

    The negotiation place is on the fourth floor. Perhaps the people in the company have an inexplicable obsession with climbing to the top. Even for negotiations, the preferred location is the top floor.


    In addition to the ten members of the Uzumaki Gang who should be serving as security for the other party in this negotiation, there was also a male company dog in a suit and leather boots. Unlike Blanca, who was wearing regular clothes and trying his best to suppress his nervousness. , this company dog in decent clothes almost expresses Night City¡¯s usual stereotype of company dogs on his face.


    He has an arrogant demeanor, his nostrils are turned upward, and there is a certain contempt in his eyes when he looks at him. Looking at him, you want to take a gun and shoot him in the head.


    ''A guy who deserves a beating. ¡¯


    After making a mental evaluation of the twenty-seven or eight-year-old company dog sitting at one end of the conference table, Carl had to admit that compared to the company dog opposite, Blanca, the company dog of his employer, was the most At least there are some advantages, and that is the advantage in appearance.


    Well, I also gave myself a commission.


    "Sit down, Blanca."


    The company dog on the opposite side of the conversation seemed to be quite familiar with Carl''s employer. He spoke to Blanca in a very relaxed tone. In his posture and the way he looked at Blanca, he seemed to have regarded him as a person. meat on the chopping board.


    "Juanito...."


    Speaking in a rather complicated tone, Blanca sat at the other end of the conference table facing the male company dog.


    "Don''t be so nervous Blanca."


    Juanito smiled, and his smile revealed a sense of confidence and accomplishment: "We are just talking about a small matter that both of us can accept, aren''t we?"


    "Little things?"


    Listening to Juanito talking about trivial matters, Blanca clearly showed an angry look, but in front of Juanito''s smile, she suppressed the anger: "Tell me, what do you want?" Only then can I hand over that thing.¡±


    "It won''t be very demanding."


    Juanito''s expression turned into a sneer: "After all, when I was your subordinate, you took good care of me."


    When he talked about taking care of her, he emphasized his tone. It seemed that the past between him and Blanca was not as beautiful as words.


    ''It looks like the company dog is dog eating dog. ¡¯


    Karl commented in his mind as he listened. His eyes swept through this temporary conference room with a total area of 120 square meters that was connected to the room through the wall. After determining the weapons and location of each Whirlpool Gang member, Wei Kecha nodded.


    The employer''s information was not very accurate. There were actually eleven people on the other side, including fourteen at the door and the driver. However, this was also within the unexpected acceptable content of the commission. Overall, this task was not too difficult.


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    When Carl was looking at the members of the Whirlpool Gang, those members of the Whirlpool Gang who seemed to have been invited by Juanito were also looking at Karl, but at least ten against one, they did not detect much threat from Karl, and As a result, the posture became a little more relaxed.


    They had previously heard from this partner that the other party they wanted to negotiate with had no subordinates to rely on, so they could only recruit some low-level mercenaries on the street to help. At first, they thought it was a bit exaggerated, but now it seems that it is really true. In this way, what can a mercenary wearing a body armor, no subcutaneous armor, and only a pistol do.


    These ten people did not recognize Karl as the person who had become the devil before. Firstly, the devil was a small cadre. People like the Uzumaki Gang were dying every week. It was really not worth paying attention to. Secondly, This group of Whirlpool Gang members are all partners who use euros. They are free manpower obtained from higher-level cadres. Few of them are familiar with them, let alone exchange information.


    Due to this information gap, in their eyes, Karl was just a young boy who looked seventeen or eight years old and could even be considered young to join a gang.


    While Carl and the Whirlpool Gang were sizing each other up, the conversation between the two corporate dogs did not stop. Juanito was so angry that he sneered at Blanca, causing her arms to suppress the trembling frequency of anger. After it was enlarged to the point where it was almost reaching its limit, it seemed that I had finally vented all my past anger, and I felt refreshed and got to the point.


    "I want you to hand over all your assets, resign voluntarily, and get out of the company. Oh, the assets I am referring to here include all the money for the garage."


    Then, Juanito only used these words to completely ignite Blanca''s anger.


    "This is impossible!"


    Blanca patted the conference table that had lost a layer of paint and stood up: "What you have mastered is not enough for me to pay for this."


    "Isn''t it enough to pay for this?"


    Juanito sneered: "Do you think you can yell in front of me just because you destroyed the evidence that you privately sold the company''s transportation line to the Whirlpool Gang? I''m not afraid to tell you, and I''m not afraid of what you did. It''s being done, and it was done earlier than you. Even you participated in it because I contacted the people above the Uzumaki Gang and asked them to give you this opportunity. If you destroy the transportation evidence this time, you will destroy it. I am As much as you want.¡±


    Juanito raised his little finger, and then tapped the table with his little finger:


    "Otherwise, how do you think I found out about your betrayal of the company''s transportation lines, and how did you get this evidence? Do you think I had to give money to the Uzumaki Gang before you did? Recognize the reality, Ms. Blanca, you Apart from the fact that you graduated from a better school than I did, so that you can sit in the position that I should have got, what else do you have that compares to me."


    "You are the one who is plotting against me throughout the whole cooperation?!"


    "Otherwise, don''t worry, Miss Blanca. I have already asked my friends from the Whirlpool Gang to set up a jammer in this place. Don''t think about secretly turning on your recording device. Do you think I didn''t notice that you pretended to be irritated by me and actually turned on the device secretly? Words here will not be transmitted to the company."


    Listening to Juanito''s arrogant words that sounded like the final judgment, the angry expression on Blanca''s face froze, and then she became calm again as if nothing had happened. She sat down again silently, looking at her company subordinates in front of her, now her mortal enemy.


    "We can talk again if you relax the conditions."


    "Sorry, Miss Blanca, I''m not negotiating with you. I''m just informing you so that you can hand it over voluntarily so that I don''t have to spend more time. Oh, of course, there''s also a little revenge in it."


    Juanito looked at Blanca with a cold face and laughed: "I''ve always wanted to see your expression, the expression of resentment towards me, hahahahahaha!"


    It''s just as refreshing as drinking an iced Coke in the summer!


    "Are you very happy?"


    Blanca''s sudden words made Juanito''s smile stop. He didn''t quite understand why the other party could still say such words at this time.


    Wasn''t she going to collapse?


    In such a strange thought, he looked at Blanca, and what he saw was a black muzzle of a gun.


    "Stupid."


    Playing corporate power gamesmanship, don''t you play with guns?


    "Bang."


    The sound of a gun rang out.

 Chapter 27. Fear

    In fact, before the gunshot, Blanca had made a hair-flicking gesture, but when she really pulled out her gun and shot the company dog in front of her, Carl was still stunned.


    He didn''t expect his employer to be so decisive and pull out a gun when he disagreed.


    What if he was threatened and had evidence in his hand?


    Just kill him.


    Using force to reason, it is obvious that Blanca has learned the true secret of office struggle, but based on this, Carl has to admit that Juanito, who was a lot of nagging before, is not as good as his employer at all. There is a reason why the employer is higher than him in the company.


    After a moment of surprise at the employer''s decisiveness, Carl also acted quickly.


    The employer has fired, so of course he has to follow suit.


    While shooting, Carl also had an epiphany in his heart. It seems that he still misunderstood the employer. The employer said that there were ten enemies before, but when he arrived at the place, the number of people did not match. He thought that the information given by the employer was wrong. Now it seems that there are indeed ten in front of him.


    Blanca was ready to kill Juanito from the beginning. The reason why she was willing to listen to so much and seemed to be talking to him was probably just to find out where her evidence was leaked.


    When Juanito fell, some members of the Whirlpool Gang had already reacted and wanted to draw their guns. They had never turned off the safety of their guns. It only took one second to shoot Carl and Blanca into honeycombs. However, they drew their guns quickly, but not faster than Carl.


    Carl had watched a lot of super dream movies at home these days. He liked one of them very much and watched it twice. The name of that super dream movie was "The Big Fist".


    From it, Carl learned the traditional Iaijutsu of America.


    The gunshots were so dense that it sounded like only one shot. After this shot, seven members of the Whirlpool Gang fell.


    Kenshin''s magazine capacity was twelve rounds. Carl was not out of bullets and could not fire, but he fired seven rounds in one breath. His hand could not bear the recoil and the gun fell out of his hand.


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    Although Kenshin''s technical pistol has very little recoil, it is not completely without recoil. After seven consecutive shots, anyone who has modified it will feel numbness in the palm, not to mention Carl, a low-modified mercenary who has not even installed prosthetics such as reinforced tendons.


    But the gun was out of his hand, but it did not mean that Carl could not get rid of those members of the Vortex Gang before they opened fire.


    On Carl''s hands, where the weapon had already been out of his hands, two lines like blood vessels at the wrists drilled out from them and were clamped between Carl''s index and middle fingers.


    ¡¾Single-molecule line¡¿ A single-strand cutting line shaped like a long whip, with a blade only as wide as a molecule. After being fully charged, it still has considerable heat energy. It is very popular among hackers because it can be used as a weapon and a hacking tool.


    To put it in a simple and popular way, it is a close-combat weapon with the length of a whip, the sharpness of a soft sword, and hacking functions. This is also the second prosthetic that Carl modified from Lao Wei after spending all his saved money.


    Carl swung his hands, and the three were the last to be dealt with by Carl. The Vortex Gang members closest to Carl stopped halfway through drawing their guns.


    "Swish."


    Carl retracted the single molecular line, bent down slightly, and caught his Kenshin pistol before it fell to the ground.


    "Puff!"


    The moment Carl touched his pistol, blood spurted out from the waists and arms of the three Vortex Gang members who were not shot in the head by Carl''s pistol, and then with the smooth cross-section exposed, the heads and thighs of the Vortex Gang members who were divided into two sections fell to the ground together.


    "I have to wash clothes again."


    In order to ensure that others are dealt with instantly, something must be sacrificed. Looking at the blood on his clothes, Carl sighed, and he didn''t know how terrifying his current appearance was in front of outsiders.


    After firing the gun, Blanca, who was originally prepared to finish off the enemy if Carl couldn''t kill him, was already stunned. She looked at the tragic situation that Carl had caused in an instant, and the shock to her brain was no less than when she first learned that someone had a handle on her.


    I asked you to protect me... but the speed at which you solved the threat was too fast.


    Blanca, who was prepared to be injured in the fierce exchange of fire and even expected the possibility of death, felt that her psychological preparation was in vain.


    The task she gave to Carl, to be precise, was to kill Juanito after she lifted her hair, and then cover her evacuation during the attack of ten people. This was also the most perfect result Blanca imagined. Although there were some deviations in the process, such as she couldn''t help but shoot Juanito, she should have been preparing to escape overall. Blanca had never thought of the possibility that Carl could kill everyone in an instant.


    A good escape and protection mission was turned into a killing mission by you. Are all mercenaries so capable now?


    Carl didn''t know what Blanca was thinking, because it was a matter of course for him.


    How to protect the employer?


    Killing all those who are a threat to the employer, isn''t that protecting the employer? Is there anything simpler than this?


    Do you have to stay by the employer''s side, worrying that the employer''s head won''t be blown up by a stray bullet?


    Just kidding, as a mercenary, Carl is now a professional who has completed several missions. He knows his job.


    "The threat has been resolved. Then, what should we do with the employer? I remember there are three more downstairs. Do we want to solve them together?"


    "Together?"


    The lives of the Whirlpool Gang are also lives. Blanca wanted to say this, but the lives of the Whirlpool Gang really didn''t count as lives in her eyes, so she nodded.


    Then Carl executed it very quickly. He walked to the window and fired before the three Whirlpool Gang members who had heard the gunshots and were wondering what happened in the apartment could make any moves.


    It was also so fast that only one gunshot could be heard.


    "Solved, then what?"


    ''Ding, 50,000 euros have been deposited. ''


    "Oh, that''s so refreshing. Then this deal is settled."


    Looking at the bright smile of the mercenary in front of him, whose face was splashed with blood and blood was still flowing down his neck but he didn''t know it, Blanca''s body trembled slightly.


    She had to admit now that she was really scared, but the target was not the person who threatened her, but the mercenary who came to protect her

 Chapter 28 . Bills and Waste

    "You''d better wipe your face first."


    After hesitating for a moment, Blanca took out a handkerchief and handed it to Karl: "You can''t walk on the road like this."


    "What do I look like?"


    Karl later found out that he looked for the glass shards in the room and looked at his reflection in the mirror. After seeing the appearance of his own face, his face became a little ugly: "I asked why my face felt sticky."


    After wiping his face with a hand towel and wiping his face clean, Karl handed the hand towel back to Blanca.


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    "Thanks."


    ''Would a normal person wipe the blood on his face with someone else''s handkerchief and hand it back to her without hesitation? ¡¯


    Looking at her handkerchief that was still bleeding, Blanca''s mouth twitched. Considering that the other party did a good job, she endured it and took the handkerchief back. Then she saw Karl start to turn over the book. The corpses of the Uzumaki Gang and others were found.


    "What are you doing?"


    "Looking through money to pick up guns and sell them for money."


    Don¡¯t you know that mercenaries are searching for things as a matter of course?


    Karl glanced at his employer, he was from a rich family, he didn''t even pick up the money he dropped on the ground.


    Realizing that she had asked a stupid question, Blanca felt that her brain was not very useful in front of this killer star.


    Under Blanca''s gaze, Karl spent ten minutes searching for the money and firearms, and then the two of them did not delay upstairs any longer. The matter was all taken care of, and there was no need to stay any longer.


    When walking downstairs, Karl searched the belongings of the three corpses at the door, and then looked at the car that brought them over. After all, they were not taken away with the car.


    It wasn''t that Karl wasn''t interested and didn''t want to take it away, it was just that cars now have special locking and authentication procedures. He didn''t have special unlocking tools, and he had just started to learn hacking skills, so there was nothing he could do with the car.


    "Do you need me to see you off next?"


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    As a reward for the other party''s quick checkout, Karl was willing to give Blanca a ride.


    "No, my car is here."


    Karl watched the prosthetic eyes in Blanca''s eyes flash, and then a ''Villefort Curtis V5000 Courage'' drove automatically from a distance and slowly drove in front of the two of them.


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    The driver''s door opened automatically. After Blanca got into the vehicle, she did not rush to close the door and drive away. Instead, she kept one foot on the floor mat and one foot on the ground outside the vehicle and extended an invitation to Karl: "Want me to give you a ride?"


    Only now did a smile appear on her face: "Just think of it for more cooperation in the future."


    It seems that this number will be dialed frequently in the future.


    With this thought in his mind, Karl rejected Blanca''s kindness: "I can just walk back by myself."


    "All right."


    Seeing Karl''s refusal, Blanca made no further request. After she waved to Karl to say goodbye, she sat up straight, closed the door and drove the vehicle away, while Karl watched behind her for a long time. .


    A few minutes later, Karl sighed: "That car costs at least 370,000 euros. My commission is indeed too little."


    Originally Carl thought that fifty thousand euros was quite a lot, but compared to this car that his employer just drove away...


    "You have to work harder next time."


    Carrying large and small bags, he was walking to the south of Watson District. While walking on the road, Karl also checked the prices of related vehicles in his mind, and accidentally saw an advertisement.


    ''Do you want to fly in the stars, do you want to set foot on the moon? Nowadays, you don''t need 10 million to land on the moon, you don''t need 1 million, you can do it with only 250,000 euros. It''s better to act than to move your heart. Now... .''


    Travel to the moon?


    Nowadays, can you even travel to the moon?


    It''s a bit exciting.


    Karl is still a little yearning for the starry sky, and then below it is marked a three-day and two-night tour of the moon with 250,000 yuan, he also saw the cost of settling on the moon, the related procedures and processing fees, the total price is ....


    Five million euros.


    That¡¯s not even counting the price of buying a house on the moon, etc.


    Karl was a little curious about the price of lunar houses, so he checked the relevant information, and saw the relevant prices on News Channel 54 in Night City.


    ¡®The price of a house for immigrants is 100 million euros, which is a bit high, but it¡¯s nothing compared to your safety. ¡¯ (In-game news)


    One hundred million.


    Karl did some calculations and found that he would have to do Blanca''s same commission two thousand times to get that much money. According to the standard of ten people dying in each mission, twenty thousand people would have to die to earn one hundred million. This The quantity, the entire Uzumaki Gang is not enough to kill him, so he might as well find a company executive to talk to him if he has this time.


    Fortunately, I don''t plan to settle on the moon, but I can try going to the moon if I have time.


    And going to the moon makes no difference.


    Carl looked at the examples that News 54 used to illustrate the regularity and safety of the immigration they recommended. Some companies deceived people to work on the moon in the name of an immigrant paradise. He could only say that the company was the same no matter where it went.


    Whether it was the body bound by the gravity of the earth or the freedom of flying in the starry sky, they were still dazzled by the neon lights that were brighter than the sun.


    Looking at the increasing number of GG cards after leaving the northern industrial area of Watson District, Carl thought about it and decided to try steak tonight.


    Worm steak, maybe the protein content is really six times that of real beef.


    Except for the two Saratoga submachine guns produced by military technology, Carl sold all the other guns. With the money plus the commission and the money collected in bits and pieces, Carl''s account has approached the unprecedented height of 60,000.


    I turned around and threw a submachine gun to Jack, and then I would see if they wanted any prosthetics, so I could lend them some to pay for them first...


    After having money, Carl obviously became much more arrogant. While thinking about the use of the money, he walked into a restaurant on the street and ordered a rib steak worth 20 euros, which he had never ordered before.


    It only took two minutes for the steak synthesized by worms to be served. On the piece of meat, there were synthetic bones made of hydroxyapatite as the rib part decoration of the rib steak, which looked... quite like it.


    Not to mention, the appearance was already 80% similar to the real rib steak that Carl had eaten.


    I don''t know how it tastes...


    A few seconds later, Carl''s face twisted as he cut a piece of soft "beef" meat with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth to chew.


    Damn, this money is a waste.

 Chapter 29. Celebration and New Communications

    "Bang bang bang."


    "Come, come, who is it?"


    Not long after eating with his sister, Oliver returned to the apartment to rest. Before he could sit down, his door was knocked. With some complaints, Oliver first connected the room''s camera and looked outside. After confirming the person knocking on the door outside, he quickly walked to his room door and opened it.


    "Karl? Why do you look so embarrassed?"


    "I went to take a private job. I made some money from the previous commission from the company dog. Isn''t this a celebration by buying something? I have also sent a message to Jack. He will be here in a while."


    Carrying large and small bags of things, Karl walked into Oliver''s room. After putting down the bag filled with food and drinks, he took out a piece of something and handed it to Oliver: "Here, eat some steak first."


    "Not long after I finished eating, you stuffed me with steak... No, you said you went to take over the private work of that company dog, why didn''t you tell me and Jack?"


    After Oliver took the steak from Carl, he realized that he had reacted in hindsight: "When we have something to do, you run alone to do the task. You are too diligent."


    "That''s true. It''s just that the employer requires that only one person can negotiate. You know, I went to work as a bodyguard."


    "bodyguard?"


    Oliver stared at Karl for a few times, but did not see any injuries on him: "It seems that the negotiation went smoothly."


    "It went really well."


    Karl thought for a while and felt that what he said was not wrong. The employer had no objections, and the other party had no objections. Everyone had no objections. It was indeed going smoothly.


    "Turn on the TV and let me see what people in each neighborhood did today."


    "What can happen?"


    Although it costs extra euros to use the TV at home, if his friend wanted to watch Oliver, he would not be willing to part with the money. After he connected and started the TV with his own device, he said that he had just finished eating, but his words were very honest. He took a bite of the packed steak in his hand.


    "Well, the taste and tenderness make it look like rib steak. It costs 20 euros a piece. I don''t usually eat it."


    "Indeed, so it can''t be wasted."


    "Of course it can''t be wasted, but it''s just one piece, and my stomach is still full..."


    Halfway through his words, Oliver looked at the steak in his hand and found obvious cutting marks on the corners.


    "Wait a minute, Karl, what you said cannot be wasted..."


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    Oliver instantly recalled the hardships he and Jack had to deal with when Carl couldn''t move after taking one bite of food when he went to the Japanese restaurant.


    "You don''t know how, just order them all again!"


    In disbelief, Oliver looked at the piles of large and small bags of food placed down by Carl, a little doubtful of life.


    "No, I feel like this steak can''t be wasted. The rest are all new... Don''t worry, most of what I bought are snacks. I will still eat potato chips and so on. There are also a lot of chocolate bars. It¡¯s just that they are all substituted cocoa butter chocolate, and I didn¡¯t buy pure cocoa butter.¡±


    "Then I''ll be relieved."


    After Oliver finished the steak in a few bites, Jack also arrived. He dropped by the Wild Wolf Bar and brought some French fries fried by Mrs. Wells.


    "Oh, my favorite."


    Looking at Carl who had surpassed him in loving his mother''s craftsmanship, he happily took a large bag of French fries and sat on the sofa and started eating. Jack smiled and found a seat on the sofa to sit down. , and as soon as he sat down, he felt a bit of a bump in his butt. When he looked down, he was actually sitting on a small submachine gun.


    "Dios m¨ªo (Oh my God), Saratoga submachine gun, Carl, where did you get that?"


    "I picked it up after killing some guys from the Uzumaki Gang along the way. This one is yours."


    "This is a small but powerful guy."


    Jack couldn''t put it down and looked up and down with the submachine gun. Then, like Oliver, he took a moment to realize what Carl said.


    "What did you say you solved along the way?"


    Carl had no choice but to tell Jack what he had just done just as he had explained to Oliver.


    "Is it that employer again?"


    Jack pulled the bolt of the submachine gun and listened to the crisp sound, which he felt was extremely pleasant.


    "Then it seems like it''s really worth celebrating tonight."


    "My room is quite big. It can accommodate you. You can just eat and drink. There are vending machines here to buy more things. But the only food in my room is burritos and the like. The meat in them is Carl probably won¡¯t like it.¡±


    As Oliver said this, he saw the TV screen that was showing daily news change and a new picture pop up.


    "Hello everyone, welcome to the emergency report of News 54. I am the host Gillian Jordan. Just half an hour ago, an emergency incident occurred at the Kabuki Hall in Watson District. There was a cyberpsychotic person. A massacre broke out in a restaurant. The specific death toll is still unclear. The terrorist mobile unit has gone to suppress it. Residents of Kabukicho in Watson District and surrounding areas are asked not to leave their residences until the situation is resolved. "


    "Cyberpsychosis?"


    Jack looked at several shooting scenes flashing on the screen: "This is the day of the month."


    "There are more and more lunatics."


    Oliver stared at the screen, but noticed that Carl beside him stopped eating French fries.


    Karl stared closely at the restaurant flashing on the screen and frowned.


    "I just finished shopping at the restaurant over there not long ago."


    "Carl, is this the restaurant on the screen where you bought your food?"


    ¡°The patterns on the packaging are still in the bag, so I can¡¯t mistake it for this one.¡±


    In response to Oliver''s question, Karl gave an accurate answer, and then he picked up a piece of French fries and stuffed it into his mouth: "In terms of time, it''s almost the same as my front and rear feet. That is to say, if I walk slowly So, I ran into this cyberpsychosis."


    "Is this good luck?"


    Jack looked at Carl''s expression that seemed a little dissatisfied and didn''t quite understand.


    "Consider it good luck to me."


    Karl thought about the waiters and cashiers who had pretty good attitudes: "It''s just a pity that we can''t go to this restaurant again in a short time."


    But there is nothing we can do about this in Night City in 2075.


    "drop."


    Just as he was thinking about it, Karl received a strange phone call in his communication.


    ¡®Harassing phone calls? ¡¯


    Not intending to be disturbed while eating, Karl hung up the phone, but the call came back immediately.


    The second time it was unlikely to be a harassing call. Karl answered the call this time, and the next second, a slightly calm voice came over.


    "Really Carl? My name is Faraday. There is a job here that may interest you."

 Chapter 30 . Scavenger

    "Is there a job?"


    This was Carl''s first reaction, and then his second reaction was: "Faraday, who are you?"


    "Faraday?"


    Oliver was very familiar with the name Carl said: "I remember that this seems to be a middleman who hangs around in the city center, Watson District, and Santo Domingo. Someone in the Six Street Gang where I used to work has taken his commission."


    Jack lowered his voice and asked: "How is his level?"


    "A low-level mercenary with a low-level middleman."


    Oliver''s low voice basically made it clear that the middleman''s level was not very good, but Carl, who was on the call, didn''t think as much as they thought. After learning from Oliver that the other end of the conversation was a middleman, Carl understood his intention.


    "Middleman, are you going to assign work to me?"


    "An old customer in my company recommended your number to me, saying that you are very capable... How about it, do you want to practice?"


    "Old customer of the company..."


    The only company dog that Carl knew and was familiar with was Blanca. This was Blanca who felt that her service was good and recommended someone to him.


    "What kind of work is it? Can you tell me more about it?"


    Of course I have to see if there is work, even if I just finished a big job today.


    "It''s just a small thing for practice. I''m going to save someone from a kidney removal. Don''t treat it as a formal commission. Before officially cooperating on a big order, I always like to know the other party''s ability first. Considering the difficulty, the reward will not be too high, just 6,000 euros. Do you mind?"


    Six thousand euros...


    Oliver and Jack felt strangely treated as fools when they heard this number.


    Only idiot mercenaries would believe that they should test their ability before officially cooperating on a big order. In fact, it is just a pie in the sky. The real meaning of this sentence is that there will be various orders that will cost you your life in the future, but I''m afraid you can''t do it well, so you should try a small order that I will swallow most of the money and has no profit.


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    But at least he was the first middleman to come to the door, and Oliver and Jack had no intention of saying no for Carl. Now Carl was responsible for accepting tasks and negotiating in their team. If he thought he could do it, he would do it, and if he couldn''t do it, he wouldn''t do it. They just listened and waited for the money after the work was done.


    "Go to the kidney removal place to save people."


    After thinking for a while, Carl said: "Send the details, what is the time limit?"


    "I will send you the details immediately, and the 1,500 yuan deposit will also be sent over. As for the time, it''s up to you. If you are willing, you can go earlier. If you don''t have time, it doesn''t matter if you go later. The client''s minimum expectation is to at least hold a body out, and the money given is almost the bottom line price."


    Faraday''s subtext is that the client''s money is only enough to save a body.


    "I see. Then send it to me first. I''ll take a look and decide whether to do it or not."


    "Okay, I''ll hang up here first."


    Faraday, the middleman on the other side, obviously just treated this as a trivial matter and didn''t care too much. Within ten seconds after the call was hung up, a file was transmitted, and Carl used the program that came with the access warehouse to scan it. After confirming that there were no common viruses on it, he opened it and started to read it.


    "The middleman picked up a few desperate idiots from the street, gave them money that they couldn''t even afford to buy prosthetics, and let them fight the scavengers with guns. I thought this kind of thing was just talk, but I didn''t expect that I would really encounter it."


    Jack looked at the potato chips that he had just opened and hadn''t had time to eat a bite, sighed, but had already picked up the Saratoga.


    "Who said it wasn''t."


    Oliver looked at Carl''s appearance and knew that the order was probably accepted. He also sighed, stood up and started to prepare. He had to work just after eating, and he was afraid that he would vomit later.


    "I''m still watching, and you''re already preparing?"


    Carl finished reading the document, looked at Oliver and Jack who were starting to prepare, and said, "Isn''t today a rare day off?"


    "Do you want to rest?"


    Oliver checked his equipment and said, "Let''s go, finish it early and come back to continue eating, just as a digestion."


    "Don''t you want to rest for a while?"


    "Come on, Carl, we don''t know ourselves."


    Jack gave Carl a middle finger: "You bastard who cuts kidneys, you''re still pretending to ask something, let''s go quickly, if you go too late, you might get hurt. Anyone who spends all his family property to get a commission can only come back with a corpse."


    "I didn''t expect you to be so kind, Jack."


    Carl smiled, but also stood up from the sofa, put the bucket of French fries on the table, and prepared to come back to eat: "We really can''t let those bastards do disgusting things again."


    For scum like scavengers, let alone commissions, Carl, Oliver, and Jack will clean up when they see them. After all, no one wants to meet their acquaintances walking on the street, and be kidnapped and hollowed out by them without paying attention.


    Several people went downstairs and squeezed into Oliver''s broken car.


    "Why do you dislike getting into my car again? I''ll let you walk back by yourself, believe it or not, Carl."


    "I just said something in my heart, and you heard it without paying attention."


    "Bullshit, you''re just nagging openly. Come on, if you think it''s too small, go ask someone to modify it and see if you can fit it into the engine."


    "Okay, it''s crowded here, talk less and don''t move around, my face is almost touching the window."


    Jack complained about Oliver and Carl''s restless movements and talked about the middleman just now: "Speaking of which, this commission is 6,000 euros, how much do you think the guy named Faraday took."


    "This guy treats us like idiots, and I guess he won''t give us much. I suspect he took at least half of it. . "


    Oliver thought about the complaints from the Six Street Gang members who had taken over Faraday''s commission: "I heard that it is the inherent nature of these clients to take half of the money when they meet."


    "From his appearance, it seems that he wants more than half. I am afraid that this order will cost 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, which will empty the client''s family. What he will wait for is the body of his friend or relative who has also been emptied. "


    Jack''s body moved to the side: "I''ll sit a little to the side. Carl, where is the location? Let Oliver speed up."


    "Okay."


    The matter is important, so I won''t play tricks.


    Carl quickly reported the address.


    The location of the scavenger is the city center.


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    NCPD Danger Level Assessment: Safe

 31Chapter.ACPA

    Who would have thought that in one of the most prosperous areas in the entire Night City, there is a scavenger''s lair. Fortunately, I really thought that this place in the city center was very safe."


    After getting out of the car and looking at the high-rise apartment in front of him, Oliver moved his wrist and picked up the Nova revolver.


    "I never believed the official propaganda the moment I stepped onto the street."


    Jack was holding the Saratoga submachine gun. Compared with his strong and broad arms, the submachine gun looked slightly ''petite'', and it looked like an adult holding the short chopsticks used by a child to eat.


    "Everyone has his youth."


    After locking the car door, Oliver looked at Karl, who was holding a Kenshin pistol: "What do you mean, Karl?"


    "It''s on the sixth floor, take the elevator up."


    Karl, who had already shared the general information with Jack and Oliver on the way, said: "We have marked the intermediary''s floor and room number, so we have to go and deal with it with guns. Look. He has professional hackers under his command, and all the information in the room has been sent via video. There are only four scavengers inside. Our target is still lying down, and it hasn''t been his turn yet. "


    "Then hurry up."


    They were just four scavengers, and Oliver really didn''t take them seriously. If such scumbags who only targeted civilians and lone gang members were capable, they wouldn''t have gotten to this level;


    The prosthetics they carry or the weapons they hold are often the most rubbish ones, which are better than ordinary people. I don¡¯t even know if the bullets can penetrate Oliver¡¯s body armor. If time is not urgent, just Oliver could fuck all three of them back and forth without taking a breath.


    Although Oliver was kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang after only one week, he had been practicing marksmanship, tactical movements, and fighting skills with his Sixth Street Gang dad since he was a child. He didn''t have seven or eight before he met Carl. Even the scavenger can''t even think of taking him down, not to mention that he has done so many tasks with Jack and Carl now, and he has been trained. Killing a group of kidney cutters is not much more difficult than killing a chicken - although now in Night City, it has been Killing chickens is not allowed.


    This is true for Oliver, not to mention Jack and Carl, who are the frontline combatants in the team. Each of them can easily kill each other in a building full of scavengers, and the entire mission is like them. The three of them thought the same thing. Except for the tight time limit, it was extremely relaxing. The most time spent in the process was driving the way they came, then going upstairs, and then the person who killed the scavenger rescued the target.


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    "My marksmanship seems to have improved again."


    Looking at the four corpses in the room, Oliver spread his hands and opened his arms to face Karl: "What do you think, evaluate it?"


    "Three shots hit the head, and one shot hit the heart... The shooting time is two seconds, the accuracy is no problem, and the shooting speed can be improved."


    "Okay, I''ll go back and watch the Western movie Mewtwo Practice. Don''t talk about it, Carl. Why didn''t I find out before that those Mewtwo actually have the effect of practice?"


    "Then you just focus on watching movies."


    Carl shook his head and looked at Jack, who was checking the target next to a bed stained with filth and blood: "How about Jack, is the target okay? Do you want Oliver to come and take a look?"


    "It''s nothing. I just fainted from the anesthesia given by these kidney cutters... The dose may be a bit high. Maybe I won''t wake up today."


    After Jack checked that the target was okay, he stepped aside and allowed Oliver to take over the subsequent processing.


    Oliver walked over and took a look, and found that the brown-haired male target was unexpectedly young. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Karl.


    "A kid about the same age as Karl...Oh, Karl, I didn''t mean what you meant. After all, this guy does look young. What''s his name?"


    "If you have a name, let me take a look."


    Not paying attention to Oliver''s words, Karl flipped through the information and confirmed the name: "Julio, his name is Julio, he is from Japan Street."


    "Julio, that sounds like a pretty common name. What''s the situation? Why are you being targeted for kidney transplantation at this age?"


    Jack didn''t quite understand, but Oliver checked and confirmed that Jack''s previous judgment was correct and said:


    "I guess he''s young and doesn''t have a prosthetic body so it''s easy to attack him. The Japan Street side is also close to the city center. He probably wandered over here wandering around."


    "Hopefully he''ll learn some lessons from recklessness this time."


    With that said, Jack looked at Karl,


    "Then what''s next, contact the middleman?"


    "We have already contacted him. The vehicle sent by the middleman will be downstairs in a moment. We will just move Julio into the back seat of the car. We will have nothing to do from now on."


    "Look at it this way, serious life is different. Everything is handled by the middleman, and we are responsible for the execution."


    "Yeah, and then most of the money was divided."


    After expressing his opinion on Jack''s somewhat naive words, Carl walked to the scavenger''s computer and used the access bay to access the computer.


    He planned to check the relevant situation, see if he could find other scavenger strongholds, and go get it.


    Although scavengers may be like cockroaches in dirty areas in today''s Night City and cannot be killed no matter how hard you try, it is always good to see less of them.


    At least they should be scared to the point of peeing their pants when they hear their names.


    Data flowed through Carl''s eyes. Apart from some disgusting record transactions, a conspicuous file caught Carl''s attention.


    ''This is...''


    Looking at this specially marked file, Carl clicked it, and then pictures appeared in his eyes.


    "Jack, Oliver, come and have a look. I found something strange."


    "Strange things?"


    After hearing Carl''s words, Jack and Oliver walked over quickly, and then after seeing what Carl had made and displayed on the computer screen, they subconsciously moved closer to see more clearly.


    "What is this?"


    Jack frowned. He couldn''t see this series of photos taken in a dim environment very clearly, but he could still see a little difference from the vague general appearance.


    "Is this a large machine?"


    "It''s not a machine."


    Compared to Jack, Oliver, who came from the Sixth Street Gang, had already recognized what it was.


    What he said next made Jack and Carl stunned.


    "This is ACPA."

 Chapter 32. Armor and Value

    "ACPA?! Are you sure this is ACPA?"


    Jack was quite surprised after hearing what Oliver said, because everyone knew what the ACPA was.


    ACPA, its full name is ''Assisted Combat Personnel Armor'', which is the so-called combat auxiliary armor. If you want to give an exact description of this kind of thing, it can be understood as a armor that has the firepower and protection of an armored vehicle or even a tank, and can be worn by people. Armor.


    To use the terminology in the current Mewtwo game, it can also be called ¡®power armor¡¯.


    "I''m pretty sure, Jack, that the Sixth Street Gang has three sets of small-scale riot control ACPAs secretly hidden. I didn''t expect that after the truce agreement was signed between Huangban and Military Technology, the ACPAs would not be allowed to appear in Night City. , I can actually see relevant information in the scavenger¡¯s lair, it¡¯s really strange.¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it necessary for ACPA to appear above board?¡±


    Karl recalled the scene he seemed to have seen: "But I remember that the NCPD police officers who intercepted the road sometimes had a mecha with live ammunition next to the intercepted vehicle. Isn''t that ACPA?"


    "Then Dingtian is just an exoskeleton equipped with an ACPA weapon platform."


    Oliver explained: "The real ACPA is completely outclassed in terms of firepower, armor thickness, and personnel safety. What we see is just an ACPA mecha-shaped exoskeleton, and it feels like it''s moving." You know, like a tank, it can plow through anything.¡±


    "Then I suddenly had a doubt."


    Karl curled his hair on his forehead: "Since power armor is so powerful, why do companies now like to do research on prosthetics? Is it possible that prosthetics are better than power armor on the battlefield?"


    "Karl, you really are a young master who doesn''t understand much."


    Jack helped Oliver answer the question: "Prosthetics are related to the lives of the company dogs above. They can still look like humans by changing their hearts and lungs. But if they get into power armor and let machines replace their The body only relies on nutrient solution to survive, and the appearance of the whole person is an iron shell. Isn''t that like canned meat? "


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    "And it''s more than that."


    Oliver explained: "To control the mecha in the ACPA by relying solely on the body, the G force during movement is too great. The fragile human body may not be able to withstand such force. ACPA should pay more attention to the prosthetic body than the ACPA." , rather, only if the human body foundation loaded with the prosthetic body is strong enough, can it withstand ACPA."


    "I see...but what does G-force mean?"


    "Didn''t you read the aviation guide Mewtwo I recommended? Simply put, it is the acceleration of gravity experienced when moving at high speeds."


    "Well, I haven''t finished reading it, so I don''t really understand."


    Karl said that, but he also roughly understood a little bit about the prosthetic body and the ACPA.


    The two are not things that need to be distinguished, but are more similar to complementary existences, just like a wooden stick and an iron spear tip attached to it. The two will become stronger when combined.


    After this doubt was answered, new doubts arose.


    "But speaking of it, military technology and wasteland do not allow the ACPA to appear openly in Night City. Aren''t they afraid that a certain company or a gang like the Sixth Street Gang will hide the ACPA and harm their people in Night City? Important personnel launch a raid?"


    Oliver also explained this to Carl:


    "That''s because, although ACPA is strong, it is not invincible against prosthetics. Do you know how much a good ACPA costs, Carl? Take the small ACPAs from the Sixth Street Gang. Those are relatively cheap. One It¡¯s only about 1.4 million euros, but do you know how much it would cost to dispose of an ACPA like this on the battlefield?¡±


    "money?"


    "After all, for the company, human life is nothing, money is important, and it must be measured by money. I once heard a veteran of the Six Street Gang who participated in the war say that on the battlefield, let alone such a value To deal with the 1.4 million light ACPA, even the medium and heavy ones, you only need to send out a few veterans with Sian Westan and technical weapons. As for those veterans who are consumables, you Do you know how much it will cost?¡±


    ¡¾Sian Westan¡¿: A prosthetic body that can enhance human muscles and reflex nerves in a short period of time, bringing them to their extreme state. It can slow down the external time felt by the user.


    To solve the high-value ACPA, all the prosthetic veterans need to do is to work hard...


    Karl understood and said:


    "In other words, the values are not equal."


    "That''s pretty much it. The company only cares about money."


    After understanding, Carl was no longer stupid enough to ask a veteran who owned a Sean Westan what it would be like to wear an ACPA again, because according to Oliver, the driver who wants to use the ACPA has to install a considerable part of the prosthetic body, and then Equipped with the Sianwestan, which few people can afford, the driver may have cyberpsychosis and kill teammates and enemies indiscriminately if it wasn''t for the last battlefield or halfway through the battle.


    Every street gangster knows the consequences of wearing a prosthetic body indiscriminately.


    The time for discussing the ACPA armor was almost up. Carl looked at the message sent by the client. There was still one minute before the vehicle arrived downstairs. It was almost time to move the target downstairs. So he copied a picture of the ACPA armor from the scavenger''s computer, raised his pistol and shot the computer to pieces.


    "We will talk about this later while we eat and drink. Let''s settle this order first."


    It is certainly strange that the ACPA armor information appeared in the scavenger''s nest, but Carl and others did not have more information. Even if they knew, they only knew it, and there was nothing to explore more deeply.


    "Okay, we can talk about this when we get back, but before that..."


    Jack glanced at the messy prosthesis: "I have to call NCPD first. I should be thankful that there are not many bodies here, but there are more prostheses that have been stripped off, otherwise I will have a nightmare today."


    Jack was joking, of course. He was a man who had been helped by Valentino, and he would not be scared by a few bodies.


    Oliver raised his eyebrows when Jack said to call NCPD.


    "Call NCPD, I''m afraid they will come and confiscate these prostheses and sell them to prostheses doctors who buy second-hand prostheses."


    Having said that, Oliver still dialed NCPD''s number.


    Because compared to scum like the scavenger, NCPD still has some bottom line.


    Although not much.

 Chapter 33 . Escaped Cyberpsychopath

    "This is one thousand and fifteen dollars in addition to the deposit that has already been divided."


    Of the 6,000 remuneration, each person can receive a total of 2,000. Although this amount of money is higher than the monthly salary of most workers in Night City, it is not enough for mercenaries like Carl, Oliver, and Jack. That''s it.


    After buying some wine and hot food on the way, the three of them returned to Oliver''s room and continued the previously interrupted dinner party.


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    "I''ve done a lot today and I''m exhausted. I really don''t know how those company dogs who work twenty hours a day persist."


    It was the Whirlpool Gang again and it was the Scavengers again. After finishing his work, Carl did feel a little tired.


    "I heard that some company dogs will have an organ removed from their brains, and then only need stimulants and other drugs to be able to work around the clock."


    Jack said, throwing a bottle of drink to Karl.


    "Little Cocoa, love in my heart~"


    "Don''t disgust me, I don''t like this coke."


    After holding it in his hand, Carl threw it back in disgust, but he missed it and hit Oliver''s head next to Jack.


    "Hello!"


    "Sorry sorry."


    After all, Karl''s body has not undergone much modification, and he will inevitably make some mistakes under fatigue. In this regard, he is indeed incomparable with those who have mechanical prostheses. Even if the workers working in some factories fall asleep, the chips in their heads and The prosthetics on their hands can support them to continue working.


    "What time is it now?"


    Oliver rubbed his head and asked Jack, who was lying on the sofa drinking beer.


    "It''s half past eight. It''s still early tonight. Do you want to watch a movie?"


    Jack picked up a skewer of chicken skewers covered in sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing the soft chicken, he said with a little surprise: "The taste of these chicken skewers is too authentic. As expected, this thing is the only one besides the one in Japan Street." Delicious in the city center. ¡±


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    "Authentic?"


    Carl looked suspiciously at the chicken skewers with sweet and sour sauce in Jack''s hand. He hesitated, took a skewer, took out a piece with a toothpick and stuffed it into his mouth.


    The face is distorted.


    "This stuff can''t be considered authentic in terms of taste or texture."


    "Not everyone has eaten real chicken like you, Karl. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the First Night City have never eaten real meat these days. The taste is of course confusing... This is for us. It¡¯s authentic.¡±


    Eating soft synthetic chicken and watching Carl barely swallow a piece of synthetic chicken, Jack thought for a while and said: "It''s not a problem to always be a vegetarian. Carl, since you are used to eating real meat, it will be difficult to get used to this kind of meat. Otherwise, Let¡¯s find a way to find the smugglers in Badland and see if they can bring you some real meat?¡±


    "The price will be very expensive."


    Carl picked up the bucket of French fries again and started eating French fries. He felt a little moved, but considering the price, he was a little hesitant.


    "It''s actually not bad."


    After all, he was born in Santo Domingo, which is close to the bad land. Oliver is very familiar with the market in the bad land: "A chicken costs about one thousand euros, and a pig costs five thousand euros. Of course, this is just The pure meat price does not include the commission price and processing fees, and there is no guarantee that the meat will be alive after being transported... But even if it is dead, basic preservation will be carried out. "


    "The price of one thousand euros, five thousand euros for buying meat alone, does this feel... seems acceptable?"


    Karl found that he didn''t think it was expensive, but when he thought about it carefully, a synthetic whole chicken fried set meal in Night City only cost about 18 or 20 euros. The fifty-fold difference in price was actually an exaggeration.


    "Of course we are fine, but if you count ordinary people, a month''s salary may only buy a real chicken, and it also has to go through checkpoints and other conditions, as well as the price of hiring homeless people in the bad land. Finally, The real money spent may be more than a thousand euros, and you may not be able to get it, so you can roughly understand why this real meat is so rare in Night City. "


    Oliver explained: "Actually, pork has better luck than chicken. Night City has very strict control over poultry due to bird flu in the past, and customs requires a lot of money. If you are really interested, I recommend you do it." pork."


    "Then if I want to get a whole pig, how much will it cost? I think it''s worth it including the pig."


    "Ten thousand euros should be able to be safely transported."


    Ten thousand euros...


    Karl''s total money now is only about 52,000 euros, which means that the money he gets from working hard can only buy about five pigs.


    There are very few corporate dogs who are as generous as Blanca.


    "This money can be exchanged for a good prosthetic body."


    Jack was a little stunned when he heard the money.


    "The meat we shed when replacing prosthetics is not as valuable as pigs."


    Oliver said, taking a bite of the burrito stuffed with synthetic meat: "How about it, Carl, if you want, I can find a way to contact the people over there, or if you get used to it, it can actually be considered... ''Real meat'' synthetic meat."


    "Oliver, Jack, don''t you have any ideas about real meat?"


    Carl was already planning to spend money. As a mercenary, he couldn''t err on the side of food. But before that, he wanted to see if Oliver and Jack were willing to buy some together.


    "The raw material of synthetic meat is worms and locusts. By the time I knew about it, I had grown up eating it, and my taste had become accustomed to it. If I were to eat real meat, I might be eating it with you now. If you¡¯re not used to synthetic meat, you¡¯re not used to eating real meat, so I¡¯ll let it go.¡±


    Oliver had no intention of buying pork, but Jack was a little interested in it.


    "I''ll buy some meat too, Oliver. Can you bring some real corn or something from the Badlands? I want to try making some tamales."


    Tamale is a traditional Mexican food. It is an indispensable item during festivals such as Day of the Dead, weddings and birthdays. It is also one of Jack''s favorite dishes. However, in the past, he basically ate synthetic meat and corn. Tamales made from flour, there is no reason to miss out on the opportunity to try authentic tamales.


    "Then I''ll contact the people over there later, and I''ll let you know the exact money then."


    As Oliver said this, he looked up at the TV, only to find that there was a latest follow-up report on the Kabuki Cyberpsychiatric Incident in Watson District that had been broadcast when they left.


    ¡®Cyberpsychosis disappeared before the arrival of the terrorist mobile unit. Please pay attention to the surrounding citizens. ¡¯


    Carl and Jack were also attracted by the reports on TV.


    "Missing...How far is the Kabuki side from our side?"


    Jack frowned.


    "Thirty minutes'' walk."


    This was Carl''s answer.


    He had just walked back to his apartment from the industrial area to the Kabuki theater today, so he had personal experience.

 Chapter 34.An ordinary day?

    "Good morning Night City!"


    In the familiar voice of Night City announcer Stanley, Carl slowly opened his eyes, then glanced around and found that both Oliver and Jack were lying on the sofa crookedly, with wine bottles scattered on the floor around them. , he was lying on the bed alone.


    "Is the TV left on all night?"


    Listening to the sound, Karl yawned, and then rubbed his eyes.


    He didn''t drink yesterday, but he was a little tired because he had done too many things in a day. When Oliver and Jack were drinking, he thought about lying on the bed and squinting for a while and then getting high again, but he didn''t expect that just squinting would make him dizzy. Fell asleep.


    Sure enough, I was still too tired.


    Yawning again, Carl did not disturb Oliver and Jack, who were sleeping soundly like two dead pigs. He walked to the bathroom in Oliver''s room that was exactly the same as his own residence, washed his face first, and then used his fingers to After barely brushing my teeth with some water, I felt a little more energetic.


    The water in Night City has a strange smell and can only be used for washing. If you want to drink it, you have to buy special pure water, which is more expensive than a bottle of wine.


    But you have to buy it if it¡¯s expensive.


    After going to the vending machine in the room and buying a bottle of pure water worth 20 euros, which is the price of a piece of synthetic rib steak, Karl took it, rinsed his mouth and spit it into the trash can, and then drank it gurglingly. .


    After drinking a bottle of almost 300 ml of purified water in one go, Karl felt that the strange smell in his mouth from yesterday''s food and drinks had subsided a little.


    After looking through his text messages, he found that none of his clients had sent any more tasks these days, and the same was true for the middleman named Faraday.


    "What a leisure time."


    Looking at Oliver and Jack who were sleeping soundly, Carl resisted the desire to buy purified water to wake them up. After thinking about it, he decided to buy some breakfast for these two guys. After leaving a message, Carl thought about it. , he still took the Kenshin pistol before leaving the room.


    In Night City, you have to be careful at all times.


    All the way down to the first floor, Karl walked out of the elevator and looked at the food shop he saw on the first day in 2075, and found that it was not much different from before.


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    Except that the Chinese food has been replaced by Japanese food, and the boss has also been changed, the stalls are still the same stalls, and the people eating are still the same.


    Just like parts on a machine, if it breaks, just replace it to ensure the normal operation of the machine.


    I don''t know when the machine will completely collapse, and replacement will not allow it to continue to operate.


    When I came to the stall where the boss was, I bought two large sushi platters to take away. I added a bowl of ramen without meat and now after eating it, I sat there still greasy and broken, and smelled more bloody than before. Sitting in his seat, Carl just hoped that he could have a good meal today.


    But things went wrong, as it was destined that Carl would not be able to have a good meal at this stall. Before the boss started cooking, gunfire rang out again around him, but this time the boss had obviously absorbed the experience of his predecessors. A lesson learned. The moment the gunfire rang out, he dropped what he was doing and hid under the dining table.


    OK.


    Karl held Kenshin in his hands and looked into the distance to see who dared to disturb his meal. The last Uzumaki Gang who dared to do this now has their grave buried in someone''s house.


    When he looked over, a bullet happened to fly over and was cut in half by the single molecular wire that Karl bounced off.


    He has seen a lot of those samurai Mewtwo who use tachi to chop bullets. Compared with them using tachi to block bullets, Carl, who has the ''parallel line of military technology'' in his mind and access to the computing power of the warehouse, has to do It is not difficult to cut a bullet to a single molecule line.


    Of course, it can be done. Karl''s current configuration does not allow him to face machine gun or rifle fire directly, so it can be used to show off when facing stray bullets like this.


    Karl saw clearly the two groups of people fighting each other, and he did not see any gang signs on their bodies. In other words...


    "A gangster on the street who can''t even get into the gang?"


    The income of gangs in Night City is somewhat regulated, and not everyone can join. For example, the group of gangsters Carl saw may even be disliked by scavengers. In other words...


    Killing them doesn''t mean much, and may even be a waste of bullets.


    "This damn City of Light is really wonderful in all its glory."


    For this group of gangsters who dared to shoot at each other with Lexingtons and disposable pistols, Carl had no interest in dealing with them. Moreover, in Carl''s peripheral vision, the NCPD people had already arrived.


    The NCPD doesn''t have much ability to teach gangsters a lesson, but it still has the ability to beat up such gangsters, and not only that, it''s great.


    "NCPD is on duty!"


    In the midst of quite emotional roars, several NCPD police officers, who had finally found someone they could easily beat, pounced on the troublemaking gangster in a rather brave manner.


    Although most of the NCPD police officers use Lexington, there is a gap between Lexington and Lexington. Compared with the Lexington used by these gangsters, it may jam after a few shots. The Lexington in the hands of the NCPD has basically been personally modified. The sound when played is loud and crisp, giving Carl a strange listening impression, like when a popcorn machine pops on the street.


    ¡®I haven¡¯t eaten popcorn for a long time. I should have ordered some in advance when I watched a movie yesterday.¡¯


    Under the suppression of the brave NCPD police officers, the group of rioters were arrested in a few minutes. When a bowl of steaming ramen was served on the table in front of Carl, the matter had been resolved.


    Carl turned around and looked at the boss who was busy again and the guests who continued to eat as if nothing had happened. He turned his head and looked at the gun battle less than a hundred meters away. He was silent for a while, looking at the ramen in front of him that exuded the smell of seasoning and made him a little hungry. In the end, he decided not to think too much.


    Eating is important.


    ¡°Our NCPD police officers have successfully suppressed the bad behavior of gang members again. Let us pay the highest respect to the brave and respectable NCPD police officers who protect Night City and bring safety to the citizens!¡±


    In the live broadcast of the official spokesperson who came with the NCPD police officers, Carl, who ate the ramen, only felt that his stomach was not very comfortable.


    Eating greasy ramen early in the morning is really unbearable.


    After rubbing his stomach and finishing his ramen, Carl was about to go back with two bags of sushi, but he suddenly noticed a person with his head down, staggering, and behaving very strangely walking next to the cordon of NCPD police officers who were handling the body.


    For some reason, Carl''s mind flashed yesterday''s news.


    ''The cyber psychopath disappeared before the arrival of the terrorist mobile team. ''

 Chapter 35.Cyberpsychosis

    When Carl thought that the man who staggered towards the NCPD officer might be a cyberpsychopath, the staggering man had already raised his head.


    He was a middle-aged man with scars all over his face. He looked to be in his forties. His prosthetic eyes were rolling up. The edges of his eye sockets clearly showed the broken mechanical structure. A strange yellow light kept flashing, which looked like the yellow in the traffic light was warning something.


    An NCPD officer noticed the approach of the strange person. He picked up Lexington and was about to persuade the strange guy to stay away from the case, but found that the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared.


    Carl''s pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to see time slow down. Then the middle-aged man''s body pulled out a series of afterimages in almost static time and rushed towards the NCPD officer who was trying to dissuade him. Carl wanted to move, but found that his body moved very slowly.


    He could see clearly, but his body couldn''t keep up.


    ''Is this, Sian Westin! ¡¯


    Not everyone can be like Carl, who obviously does not have Si''an Westin, but has the ability to see Si''an Westin''s reaction clearly. The NCPD police officer who tried to dissuade him only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then the strange middle-aged man disappeared in front of him. When he reacted again, the pain in his chest had already come first.


    He instinctively looked down and found that a sharp long knife like a mantis claw had pierced his chest. In the organs that broke through the ribs and flesh and came to the outside of the body, the NCPD police officer saw some red fragments that were still beating slightly.


    That is, his heart?


    When this thought came up, the long knife had been pulled out, and the NCPD police officer had lost consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.


    ¡®Mantis knife! ¡¯


    Carl, the only one who saw the whole process, recognized the weapon that pierced the NCPD police officer¡¯s heart.


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    He used Sian Westin to get behind him, and then used the mantis blade that popped out of his arm to pierce the heart and kill him. This guy is quite skilled.


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    Recalling the scenes reported on TV yesterday and thinking about the chopped bodies, Carl was 80% sure that this guy was the missing cyber psychopath from Kabuki.


    "Be careful!"


    While Carl was analyzing, the NCPD personnel who had reacted had already raised their guns and pointed them at the middle-aged man with yellow eyes who was standing there after piercing through the NCPD police officer who dissuaded him.


    No need to say anything, at the moment of aiming, Lexington let out a "roar", but the middle-aged man with yellow eyes was obviously equipped with subcutaneous armor in his body, and the dense bullets hitting him like rain only made his body tremble slightly.


    It was at this time that the NCPD''s identity confirmation sounded with a mechanical sound.


    "The criminal has been identified, Patrick Bell, case, cyberpsychosis."


    "Damn, it''s the madman from yesterday!"


    Amid the NCPD''s horrified voice, Patrick, whose name was called out by the mechanical voice, had a flash of light in his eyes, and he seemed to have a breath of life, and then the whole person began to shake strangely as if the instrument was broken and damaged.


    Sian Westin started again, and only the figure that Carl could see clearly was connected into a line again, and at the end of the line was the needle that ended the suture.


    Another NCPD police officer died.


    "Cyberpsychosis!"


    Amid the fearful shouts of the onlookers, people began to flee.


    The official spokesperson who had just been broadcasting the brave deeds of the NCPD had thrown away his face at this time, and rushed to the broadcasting vehicle with his hands and feet, trying to hide on it. The stall owner who was still making food the moment before had already flipped over the dining table, and ran desperately towards the location of the super skyscraper with a group of guests who dared not continue to eat. In the crowd who fled in panic because of the cyberpsychosis, Carl put down the sushi in his hand.


    This sushi is not only breakfast for Oliver and Jack, but also contains tofu skin sushi that Carl can eat. Don''t let it fall apart.


    When the crowd was running away, Carl shook his arms and walked against the current, heading towards the NCPD who were desperately fighting the cyber psychopath.


    Normal people would definitely run away when facing a cyber psychopath, but Carl is not a normal person.


    He had long wanted to try to face an opponent with Cian Westin.


    If Carl had any desire to participate in it, it might be to try his ability and see how much money he could make.


    I don''t know how much the bounty for this cyber psychopath will be, can it be 10,000 euros?


    It''s really good to have breakfast and make money.


    Even if it is a cyberpsycho, if he wants to use Sianvistan, he has to bear the burden of its application to the human body. So after using Sianvistan twice, the cyberpsycho, who instinctively realized the threat, began to run towards the NCPD police officers to kill them. The police officers holding Lexington could only watch desperately as the cyberpsycho stepped towards them step by step, facing their bullets.


    After returning, I have to save money to buy a gun!


    This is the thought in the mind of every NCPD police officer who fired a gun but found that the bullet was deflected, and then they saw Carl running and approaching quickly.


    ¡®No, here we go again! ¡¯


    Just when they thought it was another possible cyber psychosis, they discovered that the position where Carl was sprinting was Patrick''s position.


    "Leave this guy to me. Don''t accidentally injure him. I don''t have any subcutaneous armor."


    Hearing these sober words, the NCPD officers could not feel any comfort, because the police officers all saw that this young man who suddenly rushed in actually backed away from everyone, only hating that his parents were gone. When Duozhang was given two legs and a prosthetic body was installed, he took the initiative to face the cyberpsychosis.


    Everyone watching this scene thought that the kid would be torn into pieces in the next moment.


    "careful!"


    An NCPD police officer who was not too young ran out from behind the bunker. Although he didn''t know why this kid wanted to die, this was definitely not a reason for him to sit back and watch.


    He often collects bribes, quite a lot, and often coerces vendors to pay protection fees. He often leads people to beat up street vendors who don''t pay protection fees. But he is also a police officer after all, and he can''t do it. Let the child die!


    "Don''t worry."


    Carl had no intention of explaining more to the NCPD, as long as their useless Lexington didn''t hit him.


    In his hand, the single molecular line has been extracted.

 Chapter 36 . Then, goodbye

    When Carl walked towards Patrick, Patrick, whose original target was an NCPD officer hiding behind the bunker, stopped.


    His instinct sensed a threat.


    Having lost his mind, only a crazy beast is left. He will instinctively know who his biggest enemy is. Compared with those around him, they are so small that they can be ignored. It doesn''t matter who he deals with. Patrick is now All he could feel was a tiger approaching him.


    ¡®Tiger Claw¡­¡¯


    Such a word flashed through his mind instantly, and Patrick didn''t know why. He could remember this word firmly now, as if it had been fixed in his mind and could not be erased.


    "Tiger Claw..."


    So he read it out in a low voice, and Karl, who heard what he seemed to be saying, stood twelve meters away from him.


    ''Do you still have sense? ¡¯


    Just when Karl was thinking this, yellow eyes filled with scarlet were already staring at him.


    ''It doesn''t seem to be. ¡¯


    Looking at the pair of prosthetic eyes that were stained red by the broken flesh around the eye sockets but still couldn''t cover up the bright yellow color, Karl felt that all he could see in them was madness.


    "Come."


    Karl just chuckled and extended an invitation to fight to Patrick, and as if he had received confirmation of the invitation, the moment Karl''s words just fell, Patrick''s figure began to fall into a trance.


    The passage of time seemed to slow down, and he activated Si''an Westan again.


    The Sianwistan used by Patrick is the ''Dinaras Sianwistan Type 1''. This is a Sianwistan specially designed for mercenaries and soldiers. In other words, it is a prosthetic body for special operations. It can not only It activates the body by speeding up the body''s reaction speed, and also has a certain degree of combat assistance function built into it.


    With the help of this combat auxiliary function, even if Patrick has fallen into madness, he can still be keenly aware of the enemy''s fatal points and attack him.


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    Patrick''s figure had arrived at Karl''s side in a blink of an eye. A mantis knife stabbed straight into Karl''s body. Judging from its trajectory, it was intended to penetrate Karl''s right hand and then attack from the side. Penetrating his lungs and then reaching his heart.


    "Look...get...clear..."


    During the prolonged time in Patrick''s perception, he saw a slowly drawn smile, a deflection of the head, and words that should have been coherent.


    Did he keep up with his own speed? !


    Although he should have fallen into madness, Patrick still felt a palpitation and chill in his heart.


    But the mantis knife thrust out could no longer be retracted, so he could only maintain this movement and continue thrusting out.


    Karl watched all this, his smile getting brighter.


    Guessed it.


    From the first time he saw this cyberpsycho using Sianwistan, Carl had already made some basic guesses. Summarizing it in his mind, he had already discerned the opponent''s trajectory.


    The mind under madness will only act according to the best and most instinctive actions. In other words, for a cyberpsychotic, he will not change his fighting method, and this is simply ridiculous in a fight. shortcomings.


    The first piece of information, this is called Patrick''s cyberpsychosis, has been used by Sean Westan twice before, and each time the trajectory he followed was to attack around the right side of the opponent, that is to say, on his side Instinctively, attacking from the right side of the opponent is his best and most comfortable position to attack.


    The second piece of information is that he can run fourteen steps every time he uses Sianwistan, and it was fourteen steps twice. A person who is in madness will not stop using the prosthetic body except for instinctive warnings. Rationally, that is to say, fourteen steps is his limit, and the stride distance of a normal adult male is 85 centimeters. Fourteen steps is 1190 centimeters, which is 11.9 meters.


    The position where Karl stood was twelve meters away from Patrick.


    He couldn''t get behind Karl, and couldn''t use the smoothest and most skillful back stabbing method in the first two times. He would only stop in front of Karl''s right side, or to his side to launch the attack.


    As long as you understand where the opponent is going to attack and where the attack is likely to be, it is not difficult to respond slowly and quickly.


    The bouncing single-molecule thread hit the side of Patrick''s arm where there was no Mantis Knife. The sharp single-molecule thread easily cut through Patrick''s subcutaneous armor, and cut off half of his arm. , touched the Mantis Knife.


    The mantis knife cannot directly cut through the single molecular wire, so after feeling the obstacle, the single molecular wire exerts its nature as a wire.


    Just like when a top is twitched, due to the force, the thread will wrap around the top at the moment of contact. The single molecular thread begins to rotate around the mantis knife. Under the power of the early swing, Si''an Westan has reached its limit. Kirk could only watch as the single molecular line wrapped around his entire arm.


    The flow of time returns to the body.


    Patrick instinctively wanted to pull his arm back and pull the Mantis Knife out of the entanglement, but his crazy brain forgot that the single molecular line was entangled not only with the Mantis Knife, but also with him. half arm.


    It''s okay not to pull. Once the single molecular thread wrapped around the flesh and blood part was pulled, it followed Patrick''s force and smoothly cut Patrick''s flesh and blood in the opposite direction. With just one pull, half of Patrick''s arm was cut. The flesh and blood was ''cut off'' from his arm by himself.


    Finally, the monomolecular wire got stuck in the wrist. This was not because the monomolecular wire could not be cut down anymore, but because of the restraint of the mantis knife on the other half of the arm, the monomolecular wire had reached its limit. Two kinds of The prosthetic bodies rubbed against each other, making a rather harsh metal friction sound.


    Feeling the pain, he had a moment of clarity in the madness, and realized that something was wrong and dangerous. Patrick finally understood that his right hand was irreparable.


    He raised the Mantis Knife in his left hand, preparing to attack with the Mantis Knife in his left hand under the current situation, but after he had been struggling for so long, Karl was already prepared to deal with it.


    A pistol was pressed between Patrick''s eyebrows.


    "Nice to meet you, yellow-eyed uncle."


    Karl looked down at Patrick, who was a little lower than him due to the pulling. Looking at the prosthetic eyes that were completely dyed red with blood and the yellow light seemed dim, he made a move to this crazy man. Say goodbye.


    "Then, goodbye."

 Chapter 37.Solution

    "I''m covered in blood again."


    Karl wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand and sighed, "When will humans evolve to not splatter blood when being shot in the head?"


    "This..."


    When Karl walked towards Patrick, the middle-aged police officer who came out from behind the bunker and planned to stop Karl, a young man, from dying, was standing dazedly seven or eight meters away from Karl, a little bit unbelievable about what he saw.


    Things just happened too fast, so his mind was a little slow to react.


    A cyber psychopath that their NCPD had no way to deal with was solved by this young man?


    It only took one encounter? !


    Under the huge impact of this shocking fact, when Karl wiped the blood and looked over, the middle-aged NCPD police officer subconsciously asked this question: "Are you... okay?"


    "Of course I''m fine."


    The single molecule wire was retracted, and Kenshin was already pinned to his waist. Karl glanced at the middle-aged police officer and squatted down to search the pockets of the cyber psychopath.


    "What are you doing?"


    The middle-aged police officer approached Carl and asked curiously after finding what he was doing.


    "Searching for money, what else?"


    Has this NCPD officer never searched a corpse before?


    After a skilled search, Carl found that the cyber psychopath was surprisingly poor, not even having a single euro.


    "This is..."


    Feeling his fingertips touching a piece of something, Carl took it out of the cyber psychopath''s arms and found that it was a chip.


    Chip?


    Carl put the chip into his sleeve without leaving any trace. He stood up and looked at the police officer who had come over during his search. He pointed at the body on the ground and asked:


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    "How much is his reward? I remember that your NCPD seemed to have issued a reward for him yesterday, right? I have solved him now, so the deal can be settled."


    "Uh..."


    The middle-aged police officer actually noticed Carl''s hand movements a little, but he didn''t care too much about it. He made a peace gesture to other NCPD police officers who were still vigilant. After confirming that Carl was not a dangerous person, he began to check the NCPD''s reward list.


    "Patrick Bell, the reward is 10,000 euros, regardless of life or death."


    "Only 10,000 euros?"


    Listening to Carl''s somewhat dissatisfied words, the middle-aged police officer now realized that this young man was 90% likely to be a mercenary.


    Only mercenaries would care about money and not their lives, and only care about the reward amount.


    Perhaps it was because it was rare to see such a friendly young mercenary, and because he had just saved his life to some extent, the middle-aged police officer actually explained:


    "Because he has just been wanted for a short time, and this is the first bounty issued after he escaped. If you wait a few more days, the bounty should increase a little."


    "How much can it increase?"


    "According to my past experience..."


    The middle-aged police officer thought about it. If a cyber psychopath with "Dinaras Anweistan Type 1" and a mantis knife, and a considerable degree of subcutaneous prosthesis, is allowed to complete the killing this time and escape before the terrorist mobile team arrives...


    "It may be more than 100,000 euros."


    "That''s a lot."


    Carl felt a little regretful He had to look at the body lying on the ground: "It sounds like there is much more room for appreciation than the euro itself."


    "The price of the ''Dinaras Anvistan Type 1'' on him alone is 75,000 euros in a brand new condition, not to mention the price of recyclable prostheses such as the Mantis Blade and subcutaneous prosthesis."


    Hearing what the middle-aged police officer said, Carl''s eyes refocused on the body on the ground: "Then can I..."


    "This body must be taken back by the NCPD. The identity of this wanted criminal is a security guard of Arasaka Corporation. According to the contract signed before his death, all the prostheses on his body, including personal savings, must belong to Arasaka Corporation."


    Knowing Carl''s thoughts, the middle-aged police officer helplessly said the reason why this was impossible.


    "Signing a clause before death is really like a company''s practice."


    Carl was not surprised why an Arasaka security guard used another company''s S''An Westin, because the reason was simple. Arasaka did not have their own S''An Westin model. Although they might have been developing it secretly, at least it was not circulated on the market.


    It can only be said that S''An Westin is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford. Most of those who can use it may be like this cyber psychopath, who signed a clause to lose ownership after death before they died.


    "It seems that there is nothing for me here."


    Carl looked at the NCPD police officers who gradually surrounded them again and began to use instruments to draw a light cordon around the venue. He asked the middle-aged police officer: "What''s your name? Leave a contact."


    "It''s for the reward transfer later. Don''t worry, it will arrive in the afternoon at the latest."


    The middle-aged police officer sent his account number and related notes to Carl very quickly, and Carl also knew his name when he received the message.


    ''Jason, a standard American name. ¡¯


    "Then I''ll go first, Mr. Johnson. If there is anything related to this later, please contact me. I am happy to help NCPD deal with some things... as long as the reward is enough."


    As for Johnson, Carl still noticed him with his peripheral vision during the battle just now, so he also saw Johnson''s action of rushing over to help him just now. Whether it was out of duty or conscience, Carl still remembered this attempt to assist him silently in his heart, so he was quite respectful in addressing him, using the word "Mr.".


    "I haven''t heard people address me so respectfully for a long time."


    This is not a word that can be heard casually on the street.


    Watching Carl wave goodbye and leave, Johnson stared at the back and smiled: "It seems that this city still has something to look forward to."


    "Officer Johnson, you need to sign the documents for handling the incident."


    "Oh, I''ll be there right away."


    ...


    "It''s been solved, Patrick."


    Ten minutes later, someone in the special strike team of Arasaka Corporation received news about Patrick.


    However, he only glanced at the news for a few seconds before throwing it aside.


    "I originally thought that since you were from the Tiger Claw Gang like me, you could be a good subordinate, but now it seems that you are just like that."


    The person who received the news from Patrick quickly read another document in his mind.


    ''Are you a volunteer candidate for the self-developed Sian Westin experiment? ''

 38Chapter 38 .The first car

    "Your breakfast."


    "Karl, have you gone out?"


    Oliver, who was woken up by Carl and was still a little dazed, pushed Jack up next to him with his feet stretched out on his stomach, and then he saw the big bag in Carl''s hand.


    "What to eat?"


    ¡°Sushi set, both are large portions.¡±


    "Want to eat sushi..."


    Jack also rubbed his eyes and woke up. He yawned, and then his nose smelled a strange smell.


    Follow the smell.


    "Karl, why do you smell like blood?"


    "It''s on TV right now."


    Karl pointed to the TV and found that there was a live broadcast of NCPD on it, and the content on it was...


    Under the heroic fighting of NCPD police officers, Cyberpsycho was shot to death, and the location was... downstairs?


    "Have you encountered cyberpsychosis!?"


    At this time, Oliver was completely awake. He stared at Carl''s body for a few times, and then he was relieved after finding that there was no injury: "You must have been involved, you are so unlucky."


    "Unlucky, it''s not like that."


    Karl took out the plastic box containing the ''plastic'' sushi and placed it on the table in front of the two people.


    "I solved this cyberpsychosis."


    "ah?"


    How can buying breakfast be involved in solving cyberpsychosis?


    During the questioning of Oliver and Jack, Carl walked to the vending machine and bought them two bottles of pure water while telling what happened before.


    "You weren''t involved, you took the initiative to participate. Si''an Westan, the Mantis Knife, and the subcutaneous armor. You dare to face an opponent like this. You really don''t want your life."


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    Oliver was somewhat impressed by Carl''s courage. If he encountered such a cyberpsychotic on the street, he would definitely turn around and run away without saying a word.


    "This is not about making some money. Who would have thought that for just 10,000 euros, you can''t even get your weapons back."


    "If you encounter something like this in the future, you''d better call us, Karl. It''s still too risky for you to do it alone."


    Jack didn''t quite agree with Carl''s risky approach, and Carl nodded in response to their worried words.


    "I just want to test whether my feeling is right. I won''t do it next time."


    He is not someone who likes to seek death. It is enough for Si Anwei Stan to feel it. If he is to face Si Anwei Stan again next time, he must at least upgrade his prosthetic body...or start from Super Learn more skills in your dreams.


    After buying the drinks and throwing them to the two people, Karl remembered the chip he had touched.


    "Speaking of which, I also took a chip by the way. It''s a bit unsafe to directly connect this kind of foreign chip to my own access warehouse. Oliver, can I use your computer?"


    "Use whatever you want."


    With the permission of Oliver, who took out his fork and ate sushi with Jack, Carl walked to the computer in Oliver''s room and inserted the chip.


    The data is read very quickly. There is nothing special in this chip, it is just a text record.


    But the communication record is a bit strange.


    ¡®The cherry blossoms born from chrysanthemums and roses have arrived in the City of Night Glow. ¡¯


    Karl could understand the City of Night Glow, and it should be the City of Night, but he couldn''t understand the code words in front of it at all.


    What do chrysanthemums, roses, and cherry blossoms refer to? Are they simple flowers?


    But since the word "birth" is used, could it be that it''s a human being?


    This sentence probably means that someone has arrived in Night City?


    There is too little information.


    He had no idea why a cyberpsycho would have such a text chip in his arms, and what the meaning of this message could be.


    But one thing is clear.


    That''s all the information he got.


    Karl still attaches great importance to the collection of information. Basically, whether it is useful or not, he will remember it in his head, because his talents can only play their best role in the accumulation of information.


    After asking Oliver and Jack to leave some tofu sushi for themselves, Carl opened other websites to browse, and then saw a website selling cars.


    "Isn''t this the old captain''s car-selling website?"


    Drinking pure water, Oliver, who was delivering the tofu skin sushi that Carl ordered, saw the web page on Carl''s screen and spoke.


    "Old Captain?"


    "We people in Santo Domingo heard that I used to be a company dog, but later I disliked the company''s system, resigned, and became a car salesperson specializing in selling cars."


    "They''re all used cars."


    Jack also came over. He knew something about this car selling website: "Basically, they are used cars that have been killed by others or are eager to sell. If you don''t dislike them, the prices are quite cheap."


    "Really cheap."


    Seeing that most of the vehicles above were priced at less than tens of thousands of euros, or even less than 10,000 euros, Karl had some ideas.


    "Oliver, Jack, what do you think about me buying a car, so that I don''t have to squeeze in when traveling in the future?"


    "Buying a used car?"


    Jack stared at the vehicle on the screen: "Will anything go wrong by then?"


    "You can rest assured about the old captain''s cars. Basically, the cars he has personally handled are all clean. You can look at the websites on the website that he is responsible for selling. Those cars have been cleaned by him. You can rest assured, forget about other hanging vehicles, those things may really make people worry. "


    Oliver knew a lot about the old captain¡¯s website. Every street boy in the Santo Domingo area had seen the old captain¡¯s car-selling website at one time or another. After all, for a street boy, what could be more cool? Cars and handsome and powerful guns attract them even more.


    "Then do you have any car recommendations?"


    Looking at the dazzling array of vehicles above, all of which were so hyped in the introduction, Carl didn''t know much about cars and decided to leave this aspect to Oliver to decide.


    "Anyway, let''s choose the four-seater first. Although it doesn''t matter if we drive two cars after you buy the car, when we go on a mission together, we still need a four-seater."


    After choosing for a while, Oliver pointed to such a car, and that car happened to be familiar to Karl, not just familiar, he had also been in it.


    ¡¾Sky Hera EC-D I360¡¿


    This car, which enjoys a good reputation and is sturdy and durable, can now be purchased on the old captain''s website for only 31,000 euros. As for why it is said to be almost new, it is because I bought this car. The owner of the car was shot dead by a street gangster on the way to pick up the car before it even got on the road. After losing their mainstay, the family of the car owner couldn''t afford such a car, so they had to sell it. .


    "As for this car...it''s okay."


    Karl quickly decided to buy his first car in Night City.

 39Chapter 39.Dare to cause trouble?

    Counting the 10,000 euro reward from the NCPD, the 60,000 euro deposit, the 10,000 euro for real meat, the 31,000 euro for a car... In a blink of an eye, only 20,000 euros are left."


    Sitting in the Wild Wolf Bar, which has almost become a stronghold, Carl counted the remaining euros on his fingers and felt that he was poor again.


    "You still have 20,000 euros, but I only have a few hundred euros left."


    Oliver said: "After I bought a ''Midnight Military SOR-22'' kinetic precision rifle and installed a ''nanofiber'' prosthesis for myself, my deposit was emptied."


    ¡¾Midnight Military SOR-22¡¿: A powerful semi-assault rifle, specially built for the military, without any embellishment, simple and deadly. Although this heavy rifle, which is quite suitable for charging into battle, requires a good endoskeleton and muscle bundles to bear its force, its powerful firepower is enough to satisfy anyone.


    ¡¾Nanofiber¡¿: Synthetic muscle fiber.


    As he said that his bank account was almost zero, Oliver looked at the SOR-22 that he had leaned against the bar, and his eyes showed deep satisfaction. It was obvious that this weapon was originally made for soldiers, and it pleased him as a former member of the Sixth Street Gang.


    "My savings are not as much as Carl''s remaining money, but there is still some."


    Jack, who was drinking, looked at Oliver''s weapons with envy and said, "It''s just that I still need a certain amount to save up for the prosthetics and weapons that I am satisfied with."


    "I think that after the prosthetics and weapons, I have to add a motorcycle."


    Carl chewed the French fries sent by Mrs. Wells and said, "Jack, haven''t you always wanted to buy an ARCH motorcycle?"


    "That also requires money, brother."


    Jack''s face rarely showed a look of distress: "If you want to be a big shot, you must first take enough work, but without enough weapons and prosthetics, you can''t take that big work, so you can only save on the motorcycle for now."


    "There will always be work, Jack, there will always be work."


    Carl stared at the phone number of the middleman Faraday in the address book, but he felt that this middleman was not very reliable.


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    They said they were testing and gave them a small job, but no work was assigned after that. It was really a headache that they didn''t give a definite answer whether they could do it or not.


    Just when Carl was thinking about whether to take some ordinary small jobs for daily work, there was a rather noisy noise at the wine table not far from them. When Carl and the other two were attracted to look over, a man was holding a bottle and hitting another man on the head opposite him.


    "Bang!"


    The sound of the bottle breaking was quite crisp in the bar during the day. Almost instantly, the whole bar fell silent, and everyone''s eyes were looking at the wine table where the incident happened.


    "Can you do it, bastard? Give me a definite answer, don''t hesitate over there."


    The man who used the bottle to open the man opposite looked about 20 years old, about the same age as Jack. He was wearing a jacket and half of his face was inlaid with a mechanical face. At this time, the expression made by the machine and the flesh seemed quite impatient.


    Carl didn''t have any impression of him. He should not be a frequent visitor to the Wild Wolf Bar, but he had some impression of the man opposite him, whose head was bleeding and his scalp was full of scattered glass fragments, but he didn''t dare to cry out in pain.


    I remember that the other party was a driver doing business in Heywood. He often came to the Wild Wolf Bar to have a drink after get off work. He was over 50 years old this year. People called him Laohuotou, which means an old man who often ran goods.


    Among the civilians in Night City, people in their 50s who ran goods on the streets could indeed be considered old men.


    "What happened?"


    The Wild Wolf Bar was opened by his mother after all, so Jack naturally had reasons to stop the dispute. He immediately stood up and walked towards the place where the old man was. Carl gave Oliver a look, and Oliver followed Jack with understanding. Carl first poured the fries on the plate on the table into the small plastic bag given by Mrs. Wells, and then walked over while eating the fries.


    The crispy fries that had just been fried would become soft if they were eaten slowly.


    When Carl arrived, the conversation between Jack, who was responsible for mediation, and the half-faced mechanical man also made him understand the general situation.


    In short, the half-faced mechanical man is a field investigator sent by the military technology company. He is tracking down the freight situation of Heywood, and the old man happened to run the route where Heywood transported materials to the municipal center these days, so he came to ask the old man for clarification, but the old man hesitated and couldn''t explain it clearly.


    "Is the old man running the route for the military technology company?"


    "No, he just ran the relevant route and had no contact with military technology."


    After hearing Oliver''s answer, Carl felt a little puzzled.


    "Since it is not the old man who is responsible for losing the military technology goods, to be precise, it is the company that has problems and needs to ask the old man, why is it that the company personnel are now asking the old man to hand over the information?"


    "Company personnel, that''s it. For them, the old man is just a street shopper, nothing at all, so naturally he can do whatever he wants."


    "In other words, this is a threat, right?"


    Threatening with the power of the company behind him.


    Carl looked at the old man who had done nothing wrong but was cut open just because he couldn''t speak clearly. He didn''t dare to wipe the blood. He was shaking and didn''t dare to resist at all. He looked at the arrogant company employee who looked like he was wrong if he didn''t help us. He understood.


    "Come on."


    Carl walked to the bar, where Mrs. Wells had already taken out the medical kit and prepared it.


    "Mrs. Wells, do you mind if I help you clean up?"


    "What are you talking about, kid? It''s really great that you are willing to help."


    "That''s good."


    Carl took the medical kit and walked back, and handed the medical kit and his half bag of chips to Oliver.


    "The treatment of the old man is left to you. Remember to handle it carefully and don''t steal my chips. I''m watching. There is still half a bag."


    Oliver stared at Carl, and then looked at Jack who was still talking, as if he understood what Carl was going to do.


    "I won''t steal food, let me deal with it, but don''t break anything."


    "I know Jack has a very good temper, for a guy like this..."


    Carl rubbed his fists and walked up.


    "I can''t even break a cup if I deal with him."


    Who gave him the courage to cause trouble in the Wild Wolf Bar?

 40Chapter 40.Big Job

    When a person won''t listen to reason, using fists can often make him understand some truths, and that''s what Carl did.


    "Jack, move aside."


    "Carl?"


    Jack, who had been persuading him, didn''t notice what Carl did. After he subconsciously moved aside, he noticed Carl with his fists clenched and Oliver carrying a medical kit.


    Instantly, he understood what his two friends were planning.


    "Well, it seems that my kind little class of Jack Wells has to end."


    "What little class is over?"


    The half-faced mechanical man was still wondering what the big man who was persuading him was saying, when he saw Carl coming over. The artificial eye on half of his face flashed, and when he was about to scan Carl, Carl had already punched him in the face.


    The impact of the fist was so strong that the half-faced mechanical man felt as if his face was dented by the punch, and his body leaned back from the seat uncontrollably, and he was about to fall off the bar stool, but before that, Carl had used his other hand to "kindly" grab him.


    "You...what are you doing!"


    The half-faced robot man, who spoke unclearly, felt that his face was a little dislocated. He couldn''t understand why he was talking to someone and suddenly someone came up and punched him.


    "Nothing, I just felt that you didn''t answer my question and made me very upset, so I was going to beat you up."


    "Huh? What do you mean..."


    Before the half-faced robot man finished speaking, Carl''s next punch hit him in the face again. Because his neck was firmly grasped, the half-faced robot man, who couldn''t ease the impact, almost heard the sound of his neck bones moving under this punch.


    "Um, fuck..."


    Before he finished speaking, Carl''s fist came again.


    "Say it or not."


    "Say your mother..."


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    Fist.


    "Say it or not."


    "I said you are sick, you..."


    Fist.


    "Are you willing to say it now?"


    "You..."


    Fist.


    After a dozen or so punches, the intermittent words continued. In front of the dumbfounded old man being treated by Oliver, the company dispatcher who had just been so arrogant and arrogant, now had a bloody face. A few teeth on the half-faced face were broken and fell out, and the half-mechanical face also had a slight concave mark.


    "Really, it hurts my hand."


    Carl shook his hand. The half-faced mechanical man in front of him was really hard-mouthed. Carl''s hand was red from the reaction force of his face, but he still didn''t say anything.


    "You...you asked..."


    "Didn''t I ask you?"


    Fist.


    "You...you didn''t ask."


    The half-faced mechanical man didn''t want to try to make any resistance anymore. He now strongly suspected that this guy might be a cyber psychopath.


    "Can''t you answer if I don''t ask?"


    Fist.


    Carl frowned. He didn''t expect this guy to be so stubborn that he didn''t even understand that ''I didn''t ask doesn''t mean you can''t answer''.


    Doesn''t this guy know how to act according to other people''s moods?


    "I...I..."


    The half-faced mechanical man has completely determined that this guy is a cyber psychopath. He just wants to leave the bar and run back to the company.


    This damn place is too dangerous. Even going out for field work can cause trouble.


    "Ding ding ding."


    Just when the half-faced mechanical man was about to be hit by Carl''s punches and thrown out of the Wild Wolf Bar, Carl''s communicator rang.


    "KK, I have a commission here. I think you will be interested."


    The middleman Faraday finally sent a commission.


    With a commission, there is no time to care about the company''s personnel. After Carl completely knocked the half-faced mechanical man unconscious with another punch, he asked Jack to help carry it out and throw it away. Then he took the half bag of chips he got back from Oliver and put it in front of the old man.


    "Eat something, don''t worry. If you encounter this kind of thing again, come to the Wild Wolf Bar to find me. I am willing to deal with as many unreasonable corporate dogs as there are."


    Carl smiled: "As long as you can take care of Mrs. Wells'' business more often as before."


    Looking at Carl''s smile, the old man''s lips moved, and then looked at his eyes without any falsehood and nodded heavily.


    The old man didn''t say anything, because for such a person who was willing to help them, the bottom people, he didn''t know what to say to thank them so that the other party would really understand his gratitude.


    The youth and sunshine are completely different from this rotten Night City, as if they have never fallen into it...


    Such sunshine is really desirable...


    Carl, Oliver and Jack sat back in their seats again.


    "I thought you would throw a few more punches, and you were willing to share fries."


    Facing Oliver''s curious look, Carl was quite serious: "I have a commission, there is no way. As for fries, my attitude has always been that food can soothe people''s tired souls, so I have such high requirements for food. The other party is injured, what''s wrong with comforting them with fries."


    "After all, these are the most delicious fries in Night City, right?"


    Listening to Jack''s words, Carl agreed with him, but rolled his eyes at Jack himself: "If you had started earlier, it wouldn''t be my turn."


    "If you had started later, I might have started beating him. I was just estimating how much force I could use."


    Listening to Jack''s answer, Carl knew that what he said was true, because when Carl went over, he found that Jack''s fists had already clenched.


    "Forget it, don''t talk about those other things. At most, we''ll fight each time we see each other. Faraday has commissioned a commission, so let''s all take a look."


    Speaking of this, Carl shared the commission information that he hadn''t had time to read with Jack and Oliver, and then started to read it.


    None of them looked at the other things first, and directly scrolled to the bottom to look at the reward first, and then Oliver exclaimed, a little bit unbelievable.


    "Three hundred thousand?!"


    "Is it euros!"


    Jack was also a little bit unbelievable.


    "It''s Euros."


    After being shocked, Oliver''s face became serious: "It looks like a life-threatening job."


    If a middleman like Faraday can give a commission of 300,000, he will definitely take no less than 300,000. In other words, this is a commission that is truly worth 600,000 Euros, and this kind of commission...


    Basically, it is aimed at taking lives.


    Whether it is the life of the middleman, the life of the client, or the life of the mercenary.


    The big job that I have been thinking about has indeed come.

 41Chapter 41.Escort Mission

    After confirming the reward of 300,000 euros, Carl, Jack and Oliver read the content of the mission. Because it was a matter of life and death, they all read it carefully, but the information of this mission was not as rich as the reward, and it could even be said to be quite simple.


    "That''s all?"


    Oliver looked at Carl, a little suspicious that Carl had missed a paragraph when sharing the content.


    "That''s all."


    Carl looked at the content of only a few paragraphs, thought for a while, and looked at Jack.


    "What do you think, Jack."


    "It''s not easy to do."


    "I think so too."


    The content of the mission is not difficult. In short, it is to go to a place and cooperate with a group of mercenaries sent by other middlemen to protect a person with the employer''s bodyguards. The time is 9 o''clock the day after tomorrow, and the location is the transportation port of Watson Arasaka Seaside District. The requirement is to escort the target person to the Blue Bi Building on California Street in Watson District''s Little Chinatown within two hours after receiving him.


    The location, reward, and what to do are all very clear. The only thing missing is the information of the target person. Although the mercenaries only need to know the location, reward, and what to do, this overly simple commission was sent over, and it also stated that they would cooperate with other mercenaries and cooperate with bodyguards, which made them feel like they were going to die.


    Protect the target. Why do they need them to protect the target when there are bodyguards? The reason can only be that there is a shortage of manpower, and the commission that can treat mercenaries as manpower and the reward is so generous...


    "Eighty percent of them will encounter something, so that we can be cannon fodder at that time."


    "Not eighty percent, ten percent."


    Oliver and Jack, who are very familiar with the company''s nature, said one sentence each, but both of them looked at Carl.


    Whether to accept the commission or not, the old rules, Carl decides.


    Carl thought about it, nodded at Oliver and Jack, and decided to accept the commission.


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    There are several reasons.


    One is that this is the first formal commission sent by the middleman. He finally has the opportunity to do a task that can make a name for himself. It would be a pity not to do it.


    Second, the reward is indeed high enough, and it is worth Carl and others to take the risk.


    Third....


    Carl has been a bodyguard once before, and he feels that he is experienced and thinks it is okay to do this task again.


    "Accept it. Faraday will come by then. He said he will pick us up personally."


    "As a result, we risk our lives to die, and he just acts as a driver and gets paid."


    Oliver shook his head. He really couldn''t get much good feelings for the group of middlemen.


    "In fact, he is not just a driver. At least he managed to get us into this task. He is capable of helping us recruit this task, and he is still qualified to share the money."


    Carl has calculated the relevant matters clearly. After all, to be honest, they are not well-known. As a middleman, Faraday can help them find a "life-saving" task with enough money, which is also a great thing.


    "But if I find out later that he has concealed something in this mission, I will kill him."


    Let''s put it this way. If you have a way and I have the power to make profits, then we can still talk about it. But if something is concealed in the cooperation, then it can''t be explained by a profit.


    Let''s stop talking about the middleman. The most important thing in accepting a mission is the mission.


    Oliver was a little confused about the location of the mission: "Speaking of which, why is the mission location the Arasaka Seaside Transport Port? Isn''t that place forbidden to outsiders except Arasaka personnel? Does it mean that the target of our escort is Arasaka''s people?"


    "Maybe it can be." Jack thought it was okay: "When the time comes, just protect the company dog, and as long as he pays enough, it''s not impossible to do it with a pinch of the nose."


    "No, that''s not what I''m confused about."


    Oliver explained: "I told you before that I am somewhat familiar with Faraday, the middleman in the Six Street Gang. Many people took over his mission, and there has always been a rumor in the Sixth Street Gang that Faraday worked for Military Technology... But our mission this time is to go to Arasaka''s territory to escort a person who might be Arasaka. Don''t you find it strange? "


    In the whole United States or the whole world, everyone knows that Arasaka and Military Technology are at odds. The two companies fought a corporate war that affected the world and was equivalent to the Fourth World War. Now a middleman with a vague military technology background is working for Arasaka. It''s very strange no matter how you think about it.


    "It''s definitely strange."


    Carl said, "But we don''t know more. If there is a mission, just do it first. The affairs of those big companies don''t have much to do with us."


    "That''s right."


    Oliver agreed with Carl''s words: "It''s annoying to think so much. Anyway, the affairs of big companies shouldn''t involve ordinary mercenaries like us. Just follow the mission... Speaking of which other middlemen''s mercenaries, who do you think we can meet? Will we be able to get in touch with the middlemen behind them?"


    "What are you going to do, Oliver? Are you going to find more middlemen and take on more missions?"


    Jack asked, and Oliver did think so.


    "The more the better."


    "More missions, more euros."


    Carl said as he stood up from the sofa in the Wild Wolf Bar and walked to the bar to say goodbye to Mrs. Wells.


    He, Jack, Oliver and others were going to buy some things and then go to Oliver''s apartment to talk in detail.


    "I know you are going to do a big job, be careful... Pay attention to safety, Carl, Oliver, and you, Jack, remember to protect them."


    "I know, Mom."


    Because he was a little older, Jack, who was being scolded by his mother, patted his chest and said confidently: "As long as I am here, nothing will happen to them."


    "Remember to protect yourself too."


    "I will, Mom, and you too, take care of yourself."


    After saying goodbye to Mrs. Wells, the three of them got on the Sky Hera parked not far from the Wild Wolf Bar. Oliver, who habitually sat in the driver''s seat, reacted suddenly after two seconds.


    "No, this seems to be your car, Carl. How come I drove it when I came here, and I drove it when I went back."


    "I''m too lazy to drive."


    Carl threw the vehicle verification device over, with a very good reason, so good that Oliver took it after his mouth twitched.


    After all, the Sky Hera is a good car, and Oliver likes it very much.


    In the sound of the vehicle engine starting, Carl fell into deep thought.


    A line was gradually connected in his mind.

 42Chapter 42 .It鈥檚 a bit interesting

    Carl has the ability of summarizing, which can be said to be the golden finger. Now, under his memory, he has strung all the things he encountered after coming to 2075 into a line, and hung up all the things that can be thought about and contacted.


    Let''s start with the summary of the goods.


    The Whirlpool Gang is making trouble in Kabuki, which is the territory of the Tiger Claw Gang.


    The Whirlpool Gang robbed the goods transported by the Six Street Gang to Watson District.


    The Whirlpool Gang robbed the goods of Blanca''s company in Watson District.


    The field investigators of the Military Technology Company came to ask the old cargo head Heywood about the transportation of goods to the Municipal Center today. Military Technology lost the goods.


    Stop here.


    Which company is Blanca?


    Carl sent a message to Blanca and asked which company she worked for.


    ''What''s wrong? Are you going to help me do something again? I admire mercenaries like you. ''


    ''Just understand the background of the employer, just think of me as accumulating connections. ''


    ''Why are you suddenly interested? Did you learn something from Faraday? ''


    Blanca seemed to be free. After chatting with Carl for a few words, she revealed her identity, which was not concealed at all, but Carl never asked.


    A military technology person.


    So, the half-faced mechanical man asked the old man about the lost goods, and Blanca sold the transportation vehicle information within the company. It might be the same thing?


    Calculating the time, it is indeed about the same. Recalling Juanito, Blanca''s subordinate and enemy in the company, he said something.


    ''You can destroy the transportation evidence this time, but I can have as much as I want.''


    The evidence of selling Watson District transportation was destroyed by Carl, Oliver and Jack. That was also the first commission Carl received from Blanca. When he said that he could have as much as he wanted, it should mean that Blanca sold the transportation vehicle route more than once, and Blanca''s partner at that time was the Whirlpool Gang.


    It can be inferred that the military technology cargo was robbed when it was transported to the municipal center, and the robbers were probably from the Vortex Gang, after all, Watson District is next to the municipal center.


    But this is a bit scary.


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    To summarize.


    The Vortex Gang offended the Tiger Claw Gang, the Six Street Gang, the Military Technology Gang, and even if they robbed the cargo in Heywood, they might have offended the Valentino Gang.


    Although 99% of the Vortex Gang are crazy, they are just crazy. They still know what death is. If they are not deliberately seeking death, then there is a purpose behind this crazy robbery.


    Considering that during the first Blanca mission, the things the Vortex Gang robbed were casually thrown to the small cadre Demon, what they are looking for may not be evidence of company personnel like Blanca.


    So what are they looking for?


    For some reason, Carl''s mind suddenly flashed the picture of the rescue and scavenger mission he received.


    It was a blurry picture of ACPA.


    Everyone in Night City knows that the people of the Whirlpool Gang and the Scavengers are like-minded. The people of the Whirlpool Gang advocate prosthetic transformation. After the transformation, they often throw the things they take away or the bodies of their former companions who died accidentally to the Scavengers to pay back the money. If the ACPA picture is the content extracted by the Scavengers from the chip of a Whirlpool Gang corpse...


    Is there a connection, or is there no connection?


    Carl tried to recall what information he had about these gangs, and then he suddenly remembered the cyber psychopath he met a few days ago.


    The cyber psychopath seemed to have vaguely muttered about tiger claws, and when he muttered about tiger claws, his spirit was obviously better. The word tiger claw must be very meaningful and even important to him, so that he would have a moment of sobriety in the state of cyber psychosis.


    And the place where this cyber psychopath broke out happened to be Kabuki, the territory of the Tiger Claw Gang.


    This cyber psychopath carried an information chip on his body, and the content inside was.


    ''The cherry blossoms born from chrysanthemums and roses have arrived in the Nightlight City. ¡¯


    The Tiger Claws is a Japanese gang, and most of them have Japanese parents or themselves. The Tiger Claws are full of Japanese culture, and the adjectives are biased towards Japanese habits.


    Let¡¯s analyze it with the thinking there first.


    Japan does not have a national flower, but there are two kinds of flowers that can be called national flowers, which are the chrysanthemums that the royal family likes, and the cherry blossoms that the common people like.


    If the status represented by the flowers is considered, the chrysanthemum should refer to noble people, and the cherry blossoms should refer to the common people, so what is the rose...


    The rose is the national flower of America.


    Carl felt as if he had realized something.


    If we explain it from this flower, it means that the noble people of Japan and the Americans gave birth to Sakura, who is considered to be a commoner because his father or mother is American.


    And this Sakura, who may be of Japanese descent, has arrived in Night City according to the intelligence of the cyberpsychopath who is likely to be from the Tiger Claws or related to the Tiger Claws.


    The Tiger Claws are a Japanese gang. It is impossible for them to wreak havoc in Night City without the shadow of a company behind them, just like the Sixth Street Gang where Oliver came from, which works for middlemen with a military technology background, and was originally a gang composed of retired veterans from America.


    The Six Street Gang is backed by Military Technology, while the Tiger Claw Gang is only one company in Night City.


    Arasaka.


    Later, the mission starts at the Arasaka Seaside Transport Port, which is not allowed for outsiders.


    The mission is to escort.


    Who to escort?


    Sakura?


    But if it is Sakura, why would Faraday, who has a military technology background, receive this mission...


    Rose...


    Could it be that it is Rose''s background?


    Rose wants to protect her child Sakura?


    If this line of thought is connected, then this matter touches on the scope of secrets that should not be known.


    The mortal enemy Arasaka and Military Technology actually joined forces briefly on this mission. How noble is the background of Chrysanthemum, how powerful is Rose''s identity, and how important is Sakura''s identity...


    Summary.


    The first piece of information, the Uzumaki Gang seems to be looking for something, and they are willing to provoke various gangs and companies for this.


    The second piece of information is that Sakura, who is the target of his protection, is very important and involves Arasaka and Militech.


    Transport intelligence.


    Freight.


    Personnel.


    Will the target of the Uzumaki gang be Sakura? If it is Sakura, how can they be so bold? If Sakura''s identity is really so special that Militech and Arasaka are willing to unite for this, how dare they offend the world''s strongest and second strongest companies.


    Unless...


    Carl thought of Blanca and Juanito.


    Just like the office fights in Militech, the companies on both sides may not necessarily accept this kind of thing in this mission. The Uzumaki gang may accept their employment, just like they accepted the employment of Juanito of Militech.


    Militech and the Six Street Gang information related to Militech may be sold by Blanca and Juanito. So is it possible that there are also "Blanca" and "Juanito" in Arasaka and Tiger Claw who do not agree with the short-term union.


    Information summary completed.


    Mission, will it be like this?


    Carl was looking forward to the verification later.


    Whether he was just imagining things out of boredom or it was the truth, he would know when the time came.


    If he was right...


    ACPA.


    That would be interesting!

 43Chapter 43.Mission, start.

    There are so many people."


    It was already the day of the commission. After the client, Faraday, sent them over and negotiated with the guards who were obviously Arasaka, Carl, Oliver and Jack were allowed to carry weapons and enter a transport port in the Arasaka seaside area. In the warehouse, after they entered, they discovered that even if they had arrived an hour early, they were still a group of people who had arrived late.


    Because apart from them, there were already at least twenty mercenaries inside, equipped with various prosthetic bodies and holding various specially modified firearms, waiting there.


    "There are really many people."


    In response to Jack''s emotion, Carl responded and then observed the mercenaries who were going to perform the mission together. Not to mention, after carefully looking at the various prosthetics and weapons on them, Carl found that he actually I can recognize most of them.


    "Subcutaneous armor, Mantis knife, Saratoga submachine gun, Kenshin pistol, Nova pistol... Oh, Oliver, you also have the SOR-22 kinetic energy precision rifle that you finally got. They seem to be quite capable. people.¡±


    None of these weapons are cheap, at least the low-level mercenaries cannot afford them, but thinking about it, how can someone who can be sent by various middlemen still use weapons like Lexington.


    "You still have to say that."


    Oliver looked at the SOR-22 kinetic energy precision rifle in his hand, then at the Saratoga submachine gun in Jack''s hand, and then at the Kenshin in Carl''s hand, and realized that if the three of them merged into this group with weapons, Among the mercenaries, there is absolutely no difference between the teams.


    "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, Carl, Oliver, counting us, there are already twenty-six people. If everyone counts one hundred thousand employment wages, how much did the employer spend this time?" money."


    "You have neglected the part paid to the middleman and there are a series of other expenses. Anyway, it is definitely a figure that we can hardly imagine, Jack."


    Oliver only felt that it was a number that he might never come into contact with in his life: "The gap between people is really bigger than between dogs and dogs."


    "It''s like you''ve seen dogs in Night City."


    Karl laughed: "I have seen a lot of cute dogs, and I even raised them before."


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    "How come I haven''t seen it before." In response to Carl''s show-off behavior, Oliver gave him a middle finger: "A company dog is not a dog."


    "You two, stop bickering with each other. Someone''s here again. Doesn''t it look familiar to you?"


    Jack nudged the two people with his elbows and motioned them to look towards the entrance of the warehouse where they had entered not long ago. Oliver and Carl looked over and found that they were indeed acquaintances.


    "That''s not the one before..."


    Looking at the strong yellow-haired man who was alone and holding a big machine gun in one hand, Oliver recognized him: "The one who was fighting in front of the Chaomeng store. I remember that he had two team members at that time, why was he alone? "


    "Maybe they''re dead, or they think they''re not qualified to participate in this mission."


    Karl was not very impressed by this strong man, and said in a casual tone: "After all, nothing that happens in this Night City is surprising."


    As Karl was talking, he realized that after seeing the three of them, the burly man with yellow hair actually walked straight towards them.


    ¡®Looking for trouble? ¡¯


    This was Karl''s first thought, but then he realized that it didn''t look like it, because after the yellow-haired man approached them, his expression actually showed that he had finally found it.


    "You are Carl, Oliver, and Jack."


    The strong man with yellow hair called the three of them by name as soon as he arrived, and then introduced himself: "My name is Mann, and I used to work for Faraday, but this time Faraday said that he only had three places, so I I accepted a commission from another intermediary and am waiting for an escort mission. Do you want to hook up with me?"


    "Mann?"


    Karl was not in a hurry to answer. He first sent a message to Faraday and confirmed the other party''s identity before speaking: "Why did you think of teaming up with us?"


    "That''s the mission."


    Mann looked at the other teams and then looked at Carl and the others: "After all, with Faraday''s relationship, I feel that you can still trust me, and I am also a little curious about your abilities. I have not been working with him for a long time. Too bad, he would actually give up my team and choose a new team. I never thought that this would happen."


    "Plus, you''re the only one, right?"


    Karl could see another layer of intelligence beneath Mann''s muscular appearance. It was very dangerous for a person to carry out a life-or-death mission of escorting someone for a reward, so he thought of relying on some connections with a middleman to keep each other warm.


    Being able to work as a mercenary on the street and using a middleman, Mann is certainly not a fool. He still understands that there is strength in numbers.


    "That''s what it means."


    It didn''t matter to Mann that Karl saw through his mind. He saw that Karl was the leader of the group, stared at Karl and asked: "Then what do you think?"


    "What are you good at?"


    "If I need it, I can rely on a suit of skin armor and hold this ''Type 31 heavy machine gun'' in front of me. Is this enough?"


    In other words, if Karl and others behind him had any idea, they could shoot him in the back at any time.


    "That''s enough."


    Karl stretched out his hand and shook Mann''s hand: "It''s a pleasure to cooperate."


    ¡°A pleasure to work with.¡±


    A smile appeared on Mann''s face: "Captain."


    "Just call me KK. You can use this as your code name."


    Now that Mann has temporarily joined the team, Karl doesn''t mind introducing them.


    "Jack, he does the same thing as you. Anyway, it depends on the two of you to use fire suppression to deal with others. Oliver, he is a medic and a sniper. If you are injured or need remote support, you can ask him for help. As for My words...."


    Karl thought about his position and gave a strange reply: "You should know when the fight starts."


    "You''ll know when the fight starts?"


    Mann didn''t quite understand, but seeing how understanding both Oliver and Jack looked, he ignored it.


    Anyway, it¡¯s just one mission, and it¡¯s enough to have a basic understanding of cooperation. If I can survive and complete the mission this time, I don¡¯t know when the next cooperation will be.


    Time passed quickly while the mercenaries were familiar with or observing their teammates.


    At exactly nine o''clock, a company dog wearing Arasaka clothing walked into the warehouse with a group of Arasaka security personnel.


    The mission has begun.

 44Chapter 44 . This is a test

    There are twenty-seven mercenaries in total, and compared to the security personnel wearing Arasaka uniforms, these twenty-seven are actually at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.


    "Thirty-seven Arasaka security guards, plus twenty-seven mercenaries, there are sixty-four people. Are they going to fight or escort?"


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    "If we go to war, we still have a little less manpower."


    Oliver answered Jack''s words, walked out of the warehouse, and looked at the vehicle that was nearly two hundred meters away from them and was tightly guarded by Arasaka security personnel: "Is that the employer''s car? Why does that car look strangely familiar to me? "


    "Oh My God."


    Jack also saw the car, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Reffield''s Sword of the Lake Lady-Guinevere,'' I know that car. I saw it at the press conference when it was first launched. I still remember it." I was so greedy that my mouth watered.¡±


    "What now?"


    "My mouth is watering too."


    "Oh."


    Smiling, Carl stared at the car, the relevant information flashing in his mind.


    ¡¾Reffield''s Sword of the Lady of the Lake - Guinevere''¡¿: For those who know cars, as long as they hear Renfield, they will understand that it is synonymous with wealth. Yes, this is a vehicle specially supplied to the rich. Especially for ''The Sword of the Lake Lady - Guinevere'', the price has exceeded the GDP of many island countries;


    As a vehicle that symbolizes wealth, the engine of the Sword of the Lake Lady is comparable to that of any professional racing car, and the interior is as luxurious as a five-star hotel suite. With the support of crystal ball technology, you can even drive from the vehicle without any windows. You can see all the scenery outside the vehicle. Of course, this also ensures the safety of the passengers in the vehicle to the greatest extent. If you meet this little beauty on the street, don¡¯t even think about taking your Lexington to challenge it. Her armor is military grade.


    "Tell me, how much is this car worth?"


    Karl stared at the Sword of the Lake Lady and asked Oliver, Jack, and Mann beside him.


    "Ten million euros?"


    Oliver guessed and said, Jack, who was obviously more knowledgeable about cars, directly called out the price: "Twenty-two and a half million euros." (Refer to the actual price of Koenigsegg CCXR 2010 model of 26 million)


    "This number is like a dream."


    Carl stared at the car. If he sold the car, he could get as many of the latest prosthetics as possible.


    "Stop thinking so much about what you have and what you don''t have."


    Mann appears to be the plainest. He has been a mercenary longer than most of them. He has seen more or less luxury cars. Although it is his first time to see the Sword of the Lake Lady, he is used to it, so he is not surprised. .


    Mann said, "Do you know what I''m thinking about right now?"


    "What are you thinking about?"


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    "We''re dead."


    "Why do you say that?"


    Karl withdrew his gaze, a little confused.


    "A person who can sit on the Lake Lady''s Sword and is protected by so many Arasaka security personnel still needs idiots who are willing to die as consumables. What kind of danger do you think he will encounter next?"


    "I have a guess about this."


    Carl announced a word that made Mann, Jack and Oliver all change their expressions: "ACPA."


    "ACPA?!"


    Oliver listened to the words coming from Karl''s mouth, his expression twisted: "Why did you guess that aspect."


    "What about a little clue?"


    "How sure are you?"


    "Let''s go 50-50, 50% guess right and 50% guess wrong."


    "Isn''t it just like you didn''t say anything?"


    Although Oliver said this, he knew clearly that if Carl hadn''t really had some clues, he wouldn''t have said such five words at this time. In other words, if they didn''t encounter anything, they would still have it. Well, if we do encounter one, 99% of the time the opponent is ACPA.


    Regardless of the fact that when Oliver told Carl and Jack before, he described ACPA as a consumable that would make the company lose money, when he really had to face ACPA, he knew the dangers of ACPA better than anyone else. After all, there were secret possessions in the Sixth Street Gang. The light ACPA, and the veterans of the Sixth Street Gang have all encountered it on the battlefield.


    Their mercenaries are well equipped, but they can''t compare with ACPA. What is ACPA? It''s a humanoid self-propelled tank.


    "Don''t think so much. I''ve accepted all the tasks. Complete your duties. Our car is here."


    Jack watched many empty ''Villefort Alvarado V4F 570 Mission'' driving from a distance and stopped in front of them, guessing that these might be for their group of mercenaries and Arasaka security. Cars for people to ride in.


    ¡¾Villefort Alvarado V4F 570 Mission¡¿: An expensive and huge vehicle, riding it on the streets is not called driving at all, it is called cruising. For many people in Night City, Alvarado It¡¯s their ideal experience to show off their luxury.


    "I always wanted to ride in this kind of car when I was a kid. Who on the street wouldn''t like this car? Sitting on it makes you feel like you''re rich. I didn''t expect that after I became a mercenary, I just did a mission and just sat on it casually."


    Mann said, watching other mercenaries get on the vehicle: "Are we going to form a convoy to pass through Watson District? Isn''t this very eye-catching? Let me tell you, there is the Sword of the Lake Lady. , just increase the accelerator and rush over, I guarantee you¡¯ll be there in more than ten minutes.¡±


    "Then the possible hackers changed the traffic lights or vehicle routes on the road, guided the collision, and blocked people in a place prepared by the attacker."


    Oliver said as he opened the door: "I think my employer is so rich. Wouldn''t it be better to get a floating car? It can fly over from the sky and make sure there is no obstruction. Don''t the current floating cars have programs to prevent hackers?" ¡±


    "That''s just to prevent some ordinary hackers. Nowadays, which floating vehicle does not need equipment to guide the control? Do you think that with so many people and so much money to hire people to protect the target, the people who want to attack him will be very good? Can¡¯t even find the hackers? If we do this, I¡¯m afraid it will fall as soon as it takes off and it won¡¯t be able to escape even in the sky.¡±


    Jack said, looking at Carl who had already sat in the passenger seat of the car, and asked: "Carl, what do you think?"


    "I watched with my eyes open. To be honest, I suspected that 80% of the attackers were moles among the security personnel. The targets could be known as soon as they moved. Otherwise, I really can''t think of anyone who would have to use a convoy to cross the road. way."


    "You mean, there may be attackers in the security group around the target?"


    Karl sat in the driver''s seat. This luxury car would drive automatically, so he just went through the motions.


    "If you can''t even trust the people around you, as for mercenaries like us joining in, it will only muddy the waters even more. Don''t mercenaries only care about money?"


    Karl has now confirmed his guess, that there must be moles like ''Blanca'' and ''Juanito'' among Arasaka''s staff, but he still can''t understand why Arasaka is like this. The company won''t be able to detect even a security guard''s mole.


    Or...in Arasaka, moles like ''Blanca'' and ''Juanito'' were arranged by people above because of the target''s identity, so they cannot be investigated. It''s out, but it can''t be found out?


    If the target is really Sakura, then naturally there will be many people who want him (?) to live and also want her (?) to die. However, arranging personnel for protection and arranging personnel for possible attacks made Karl think A word that is more likely to be compared to an office fight.


    That word is called...


    test.


    Or called.


    Trial.


    A trial of Sakura with countless lives.


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 45Chapter 45.Attack

    Where are you now?"


    After coming out of Arasaka Beach Area, Jack was prepared to be attacked at any time, and while waiting, not knowing what would happen ahead was the most difficult situation.


    "We have driven into the northern industrial area of Watson. The place we are now should be a group of abandoned apartments. The speed is a bit slow. The leading car in front of us sent a message saying that for some reason there was a pile of debris blocking the street. The road is being cleaned up now.¡±


    Oliver, who was sitting in the driver''s seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, trying to use this method to relieve the tension in his heart: "Do you think we will be attacked right here?"


    "I don''t know, but I know that something like this is definitely not an accident. Be prepared... Mann, open your car door a little more. The speed is so slow. It''s like we are walking on the road now. If it feels bad, we can just jump out of the car and leave."


    "KK, are you saying that we have just left the seaside area and something is going to happen to us?"


    Mann''s face wearing sunglasses showed a rather stiff smile: "Damn it, why don''t you come so fast."


    "Actually, it''s not necessarily true. I''m just saying it. After all, it would be too hasty to launch an attack just after coming out..."


    As Karl was talking, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a red flame coming out of the apartment building next to him.


    His reaction speed, which was faster than ordinary people, allowed him to turn his eyes and see clearly what the fire was coming from the fifth floor of the nearby apartment building and flying towards them.


    That thing was so familiar that even Karl, who came to this year before 2075, could recognize it at a glance.


    "RPG!"


    RPG: Rocket launcher, a portable anti-tank weapon that fires rockets.


    Damn it, you really encounter monsters just when you go out.


    How can anyone block the door and kill them? Do you think you are the final BOSS in some game who is afraid of the brave!


    Carl judged that the trajectory of the rocket would eventually land ten meters in front of the vehicle they were in. He moved quickly. When he shouted RPG to alert his companions, he had already opened his own door, and then dodged and rolled. After widening the distance from the explosion point, he hid behind the vehicle and performed the explosion evasion maneuvers he learned in Mewtwo.


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    Lie down with your back facing the explosion point, then cross your hands, put your palms down on your chest, put your face between your arms, close your eyes, mouth and abdomen, straighten your legs, point your toes down, and pause for breathing.


    In 2075, the killing range of most RPGs has reached fifteen meters, and the center of the explosion is only ten meters away from the vehicle Karl and the others are riding in. As one of the luxury cars, Alvarado pays too much attention to the sense of luxury. It happens to not be that outstanding in terms of explosive capability, and you will definitely not be able to escape its lethality by hiding in a car.


    Instead of facing a frontal impact on Alvarado, it is better to keep as far away from the explosion range as possible before the explosion comes, and then hide behind Alvarado''s vehicle and rely on Alvarado to resist the impact.


    "boom!"


    The next second after Carl completed his evasive action, a deafening explosion sounded from behind him, and then Carl clearly heard the obvious "squeaking" sound of steel twisting in the noisy sound that almost made him deaf.


    Alvarado relied on its huge body and heavy weight to help Carl block the impact of the explosion. It was not overturned by the rocket, but its front seats and the front of the car had been twisted and deformed into a fusion of steel. If Karl could see his weird appearance, he would definitely not be stingy with a "popcorn" comment.


    "Bah, Hijo de puta! (Son of a bitch), he was blocked just after he left the house."


    Because Karl reminded him, Jack barely reacted. Compared to Karl, Jack didn''t make any standard evasive actions. However, relying on his subcutaneous armor and already strong muscles, he didn''t suffer any injuries. Somewhat disgraced, he raised his head from Karl''s side.


    "Be careful, we have to find a bunker."


    Similar to Jack, Mann opened some car doors because of Karl''s words. He was the first to escape. Now he has adjusted his body shape, holding a weapon and half-crouching, leaning tightly against the side of the vehicle. At the trunk, he kept scanning the surroundings with his prosthetic eyes under his sunglasses, trying to find possible attackers.


    "Grass, grass, grass, grass."


    Compared to Jack and Mann, Oliver is a little unlucky. He is sitting in the driver''s seat, which is relatively far forward, and he does not have Carl''s reaction speed or Jack Mann''s subcutaneous armor, so in an emergency, he is The only one who was injured.


    A piece of broken shrapnel was inserted into his right arm, and he was bleeding.


    While cursing, Oliver contracted his right arm, keeping it close to his armpit and side. Then he took out the medical gauze he carried with him, and used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to directly pull out the still warm shrapnel, and used The gauze was pressed directly on the wound on the right hand that was constantly gushing blood, and he used pressure to stop the bleeding and gave himself some emergency treatment first.


    Oliver is going crazy now. The injury is not a big deal, it''s just an injury of this level. He can just do some emergency treatment and give himself a ''recovery'', but he''s angry on the other side.


    ¡¾Furekang¡¿: medical injection.


    "I''m going to fucking kill that bastard who fired the rocket!"


    Oliver yelled, "I just bought a new gun. I spent a lot of money to modify it. I almost spent all my money on this new gun. I want to kill him!!!"


    Oliver barely managed to run out, so he naturally had no time to take care of the new gun he had placed next to him. As for Oliver''s SOR-22, after he got it, he shot it in practice, and he hadn''t fired a single shot in the official mission. He retired gloriously for no reason. How could he not be angry?


    "It''s okay. I''ll help you kill them."


    Carl stood up. The RPG attack they had just suffered was not an isolated case. In the continuous explosions and flames, almost a quarter of the mercenaries didn''t even have a chance to escape and died in the rocket bombing. On the contrary, Arasaka''s security personnel did not suffer any damage. They were behind, and the mercenary convoy walking in front happened to be their scapegoat.


    In the explosion and flames, Carl had locked onto the apartment that had just fired rockets in front of them.


    Although we are not your first target, we are lucky to have escaped, but you still have to die.


    "Jack, Mann, take Oliver to find a safe shelter to cooperate with other mercenaries in the firefight. I will deal with the guy upstairs."


    Saying this, Carl rushed to the first floor of the apartment building, and looking at his back, Mann also understood at this time why Carl gave an answer of "wait until the fight starts" when he talked about the team positioning before.


    It turns out that this guy is a lone wolf in the team.


    He is the kind of person who commands while fighting alone.

 46Chapter 46.Intelligent Weapons

    The entire floor of the apartment building that Carl entered was cleared, and all obstacles except the weighing wall were smashed to pieces, so Carl could see where the stairs were at a glance.


    The RPG was launched on the fifth floor, but Carl was not going to go up the stairs normally.


    Stairs and other places, as long as the attackers were not stupid, they would have set up mines and other related traps, and Carl did not have time to crack them one by one.


    He glanced at the height of the ceiling above his head, and found that there was an embedded ceiling light on it. After calculating his jumping ability in his mind, he took action decisively.


    The popped-out single molecule wire was waved in Carl''s hand, directly cutting a square gap with a side length of one meter above Carl''s head. After the rocks and steel bars mixed with rocks fell, Carl took a step forward and stepped on the fallen ceiling stones to start jumping.


    The height difference between the ceiling and the ground of this apartment is 2.8 meters plus the thickness of the ground of 20cm. The ground of the first floor is 3 meters away from the ground of the second floor. Carl is 1.8 meters tall, and his jumping height is 50cm. With the length of his arms, he can barely reach the ground of the second floor.


    Remember that the height of the basic basket is 3.05 meters. Is this considered a dunk?


    Carl jumped up and put his palm on the ground of the second floor, but it was naturally difficult to support him to climb up with only the strength of his palm and five fingers, so the single molecule wire came in handy again at this time.


    The single molecule wire is only sharp as a molecule width at the blade. In other parts, its essence is a rechargeable wire whip. In other words, it can be used as a climbing rope.


    Popping out again, the single-molecule wire on the side that was not the blade flew to the ceiling light on the third floor. After the tip of the wire penetrated the lampshade of the ceiling light, it drove the wire body and wrapped around the metal chassis. Just as Carl thought, this kind of apartment was indeed a well-planned design. If there was one on the first floor, there would be exactly the same on the second floor, with embedded ceiling lights.


    Carl used the single-molecule wire that he used as a climbing rope to pull hard, and the structure in his wrist made a crisp sound, and then Carl''s body was pulled up a little. After half of his body had reached the second floor, Carl used his elbows to support the ground, exerted force on his abdomen, turned over, and at the same time pulled down the embedded ceiling light that was shaky due to the instantaneous force of the human body. While recovering the single-molecule wire, he pulled down a piece of ceiling.


    "Cool, it can actually be done."


    Carl only needs to experience the experience of recording people in Mewtwo once in person, and he can remember and learn all the skills he showed in Mewtwo. The method he is using now is actually a skill in an adventurous Mewtwo.


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    When he was about to fall down the cliff waterfall, the Mewtwo recorder threw a rope toward the tree next to the cliff, and then successfully used the rope to hang his body in the air.


    Although it is said that many Mewtwo recorders died when filming this movie, as long as he succeeded once and recorded it, the relevant skills would be remembered by Carl.


    Before he actually performed it, he was not so sure that he could succeed. He would only try it after seeing that he failed and fell back to the first floor at most. He did not expect the effect to be so good.


    ¡®Swish. ¡¯


    The sound of retracting the single molecule line seemed to be a little slow, and the mechanical structure seemed to have a slight friction problem.


    ¡®Well, it actually paid a price.¡¯


    The single molecule line can be recovered through control, but this is usually done by people standing in place and raising their hands to recover the thrown single molecule line. No one has tried to hang it with a single molecule line like Carl, and then use the recovery to pull himself back.


    The single molecule line recovers people, which is the opposite of the Tiangang.


    Carl didn''t know that only Victor''s craftsmanship was good. Even if a prosthetic doctor modified a single molecule line, it might not be able to withstand Carl''s mess.


    "At this time, I envy the mantis knife. If I had a mantis knife, I could just insert it into the wall and climb the wall."


    In the fierce exchange of fire outside, the sound of Carl cutting the floor can even be said to be very small, so taking advantage of the continuous gunfire outside, Carl repeated the trick.


    "Swish, click..."


    This time the sound was a bit obvious, as if the single molecule line was protesting.


    However, when he reached the third floor, Carl was not going to cut the floor again.


    If he cut further up, there might be someone there, and even if there was no one, the attacker on the fifth floor would still be able to hear the movement under his feet easily.


    Now, it''s time to take the stairs.


    When he came to the side of the stairs, Carl observed and found that the attacker did not set any mine traps on the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor.


    It seems that he thought the trap warning set downstairs was enough.


    Carl remembered that some types of mines could be connected by data. In other words, after being triggered, the connected object could immediately know which mine exploded. For the attacker, the trap arrangement on the third floor might indeed be enough.


    It was a pity that his hacking skills had not been learned well, otherwise he would have blocked such connections and converted the mines for his own use.


    Carl crouched down and walked slowly towards the fourth floor. Then he saw a man standing on the edge of the entire floor with his back to him, constantly shooting down. The gun in his hand was the first time Carl had seen it in reality.


    It''s actually an intelligent weapon.


    ¡¾Arasaka TKI-20 Shingen¡¿: Arasaka''s intelligent submachine gun, using advanced technology, can automatically track targets. It is small and exquisite, and is a good gun that all soldiers and mercenaries dream of. If your shooting skills are not good, it is definitely the right choice. The only requirement for using this weapon may be that you have to install an intelligent connection module.


    Arasaka''s advanced weapons appeared in the hands of the attackers. Why didn''t I feel surprised?


    Carl was seven meters away from the man with his back to him, and he did not have the confidence to rely on his lurking ability to lurk behind the opponent in this place without any cover and kill him quietly.


    During the whole process, as long as the opponent had one second to turn around and react, he could use the intelligent weapon to blow Carl''s head. Carl didn''t have any subcutaneous armor, and it was still very painful to be hit by the bullet.


    So, let''s stop lurking here.


    It''s already as close to the opponent as possible. Compared with triggering the explosion from the first floor and letting the opponent chase with intelligent weapons, it''s much better.


    Carl lifted Kenshin.


    "Bang."


    Blood exploded in front of Carl.


    "Nice gun, I''ll take it."

 47Chapter 47.Exoskeleton and Nekomata

    What happened?"


    The gunshots from downstairs naturally alarmed the attackers on the fifth floor. They could at least distinguish the gunshots from below and below.


    "Someone is coming up?"


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    "How is it possible? The mines and induction devices from the first to the third floor have not been triggered!"


    "No. 3 has lost vital signs. Someone is downstairs!"


    "Go to the stairs!"


    There are three attackers upstairs. In addition to the rocket launchers with empty rockets placed beside them, they all hold a Shingen intelligent submachine gun in their hands. They were originally shooting at the mercenaries who were dodging in panic below, but they didn''t expect to be touched by someone.


    "Stop attacking the mercenaries and get rid of the people who are coming up first!"


    Just as the attackers were about to act, the floor under their feet suddenly bulged, and then the shock wave of the explosion swept them from bottom to top.


    After the gunshots, the attackers spent one second to determine the source of the gunshots, and then spent another second to confirm the death of No. 3 on the fourth floor. After that, it took another two seconds to make the decision to rush to the stairs to deal with the newcomers. They wasted a full four seconds, and four seconds was enough for Carl to do many things.


    For example, using a single molecular line to break the lampshade, unplug the grenade, and throw it into the lamp frame above his head.


    It is not polite to not return the favor. I repay evil with kindness. You use a rocket launcher to shoot me, and I will only return you a grenade.


    Carl felt that he was really too kind.


    In the explosion and fire that spread on the fifth floor, two attackers died directly on the spot, which was something Carl, who rushed to the fifth floor, had never expected.


    "The positions are too close, and we will die together."


    Looking at the only attacker who was lying on the spot and still breathing, his right hand was blown off, and the Shingen pistol in his hand was missing, in order to prevent the other party from having the remaining strength to counterattack in this situation, Carl lifted the Shingen he had just picked up.


    "Only three people? Less than I thought."


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    The gunshots rang out, and the last attacker on this floor also fell into a deep sleep.


    "Oliver, they are all asleep."


    After Carl, who was keeping in touch with the team, dealt with the enemies on this floor, and immediately informed Oliver and Jack of the good news.


    "We are now using vehicles and houses as cover to engage in a firefight with them. Carl, there is a sniper on the third floor of the apartment building opposite you. He has already blown up three people''s heads with a Nekomata. Is there any way to get rid of him?"


    "Nekomata sniper rifle?"


    ¡¾Tsunami Nekomata¡¿: A precise technical sniper rifle. Although it needs frequent maintenance, the tungsten nail bullets it fires are enough to penetrate the thickest armor and walls and smash titanium bones. No one can rest assured about its power. Because of its threatening nature, the sales supervision of this rifle is extremely strict. If it is not employed by a company or government, it is almost impossible for ordinary mercenaries to get this gun.


    In other words, most people who can get this gun are from companies or governments.


    Carl thought about the expensive smart weapon Shingen and the rocket bombardment, but this group of attackers was really making a fuss.


    With this ability, you didn''t wait for our mercenaries to pass and attacked the professional security personnel, and used it to deal with our mercenaries, right?


    Or, there are others who deal with the security personnel, and you are enough to deal with us?


    While thinking, Carl walked to the balcony of the apartment that was opened up, and looked at the third floor of the apartment opposite. There was indeed a sniper holding a Nekomata sniper rifle, wearing a cloak, and his artificial eyes glowing red, constantly locking on the mercenaries below.


    Isn''t it said that snipers need to change positions after firing a shot, why doesn''t this guy move?


    Carl was thinking this, and saw the bullet fired by the mercenary below hit the sniper, and then the bullet was actually bounced off by the sniper''s "body".


    ¡®Something is wrong, that thing is¡­¡¯


    Through the bullet holes on the cloak, Carl saw clearly what was under the cloak. Judging from the appearance of the ¡®body¡¯ with pits and pits reflecting the metallic luster, that thing was actually an exoskeleton combat suit.


    Carl had seen exoskeleton clothes in clothing stores in the northern part of Watson District, but those exoskeleton outerwear were basically expensive, had poor defense, and had to be equipped with additional prosthetics to be used. There was no comparison at all with the exoskeleton combat suit worn by the sniper he saw now.


    It was probably for the military again.


    Damn, even if we mercenaries knew that this mission was a life-threatening one, it shouldn¡¯t be so life-threatening.


    Just when Carl was thinking about whether to throw a grenade over, a mercenary below also thought so. He untied a grenade from his waist, rushed out of the bunker, raised his hand and threw the grenade towards the sniper¡¯s position. His courageous behavior made him turn into a corpse without a head and upper body the next moment the grenade was out of his hand.


    The grenade that the mercenary had placed high hopes on before his death was scanned by the sniper''s artificial eye in mid-air, and he raised his gun and detonated it in mid-air.


    At the moment of raising his gun, the sniper''s sight also raised, and then a red light flashed, and he scanned Carl.


    "Damn it!"


    Without any hesitation, Carl rolled backwards, and the next moment the balcony he was on was shattered by a huge bullet impact. A two-meter-long and one-meter-wide rock balcony was so fragile in the cat''s bullet. After the bullet, the complete shape disappeared, leaving only a pile of rock fragments smashing down.


    The bullet not only shattered the balcony, but also penetrated the fifth-floor ceiling of the apartment building. After rolling, Carl looked up and could actually see the extremely light-polluted sky of Night City through the ceiling with a big hole.


    "Oliver, that sniper has an exoskeleton, a military-grade exoskeleton!"


    "What? Military-grade, I knew this mission was going to be fatal."


    Oliver seemed to be exchanging fire as well. After he cursed, Jack''s voice rang out in the communication: "Carl, since it''s a military-grade exoskeleton, you should ensure your own safety first. Mann, Oliver and I are moving towards the apartment and will be there soon. We will deal with him when the time comes. You just need to cooperate with us upstairs."


    "There are mines and induction devices on the stairs, so it''s not that easy to get up... And that sniper rifle, your subcutaneous armor can''t stop it, Jack."


    Carl inserted the Shingen submachine gun into his waist and drew out Kenshin.


    "Let me try first. He sent me a shot before I even fired. I really can''t bear this anger."


    "What are you going to do, Carl?"


    Jack heard something wrong from Carl''s tone.


    "I''m going to have a Western showdown."


    If you get hit, you''ll die, so it''s fine as long as you don''t get hit.


    It''s not a big deal, it''s just no injury.


    Carl jumped down from the broken floor until he jumped to the third floor, then listened to the gunshots, and after hearing the Nekomata''s voice again, he did something.


    A daring thing.


    He raised Kenshin and shot the obstacle of the third-floor balcony, then started running wildly.


    With the broken stones flying everywhere, Carl''s feet stepped on the edge of the balcony, and then he jumped up.


    "Hello."


    In the air, Carl raised the gun, one step faster than the sniper raised the Nekomata.

 48Chapter.Shooting

    What is the distance a normal person jumps after running up?


    The answer is six meters.


    So how wide is this street.


    Visual inspection is no less than 18 meters.


    So Karl was not trying to jump to the apartment building across the street. He was just inviting the sniper to fire a shot in an unavoidable manner.


    Fire the shot that exploded the grenade in mid-air just now.


    Every sniper has a set of shooting memory that belongs to him. This can be classified as muscle memory, or it can also be called a conditioned reflex shooting method. It will be engraved into his bone marrow during the practice stage. The better the sniper, the better. Snipers have this kind of instinctive reaction, and it is obvious that the person Carl is facing is a sniper like this.


    Even faster than the feedback from the prosthetic eye to the brain, the sniper had already raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards Karl.


    The angle at which he raised the gun was no different from the angle at which he detonated the grenade before.


    If you use a gun to hit a target of the same height, the height raised by the sniper will not change. The grenade was detonated when it was thrown to the third floor, so the position where Carl jumped is also on the third floor. .


    Carl deliberately kept himself at about the same height as the grenade, while also slowing down his firing speed.


    Carl needs to be prepared before the sniper. If he wants to shoot, he can shoot before the sniper, but after shooting, the moment his bullet hits the sniper, he will be hit by the cat in the sniper''s hand at the same time. , Karl didn¡¯t know whether the sniper was dead or not. Anyway, he was definitely dead, so what he did was another more risky thing.


    The angle of the raised gun was correct, and the muzzle was in exactly the same position.


    So, it¡¯s confirmed.


    The moment the Nekomata bullet in the sniper''s hand came out of the chamber, Kenshin''s bullet was already waiting for it on its path.


    During the Battle of Gallipoli in 1916, a miracle occurred. Two bullets collided with each other in the air and collided together. So what is the probability?


    One in 70 billion.


    Carl knew that he did not have that kind of luck, so he chose to shoot fixed targets.


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    A muzzle whose lifting height and angle have been determined and just waiting to be verified with life is a fixed target.


    For Karl, this is not one in 70 billion, but one in two.


    Guess right and live, guess wrong and die.


    It''s that simple.


    Fortunately, Karl''s luck is good at 1/2, and he can always guess correctly. However, facing a fixed target, Karl really can''t think of any reason why he can''t hit it.


    One bullet intercepted the Nekomata bullet that was halfway out of the barrel. The two bullets exploded in the chamber of the sniper rifle. The debris and shrapnel they produced directly caused the Nekomata carried by the sniper to break open like a door speaker. A gaping hole, and then another bullet passed through the broken rifling and hit the sniper''s head.


    Sniper rifles are rarely designed to fire continuously. In the past, the reason was that the gunpowder remaining in the rifling would affect the accuracy of shooting. Today, the reason is that continuous firing can easily lead to damage and accuracy deviation of technical sniper rifles. This is especially true for sniper rifles like Nemomata that require constant maintenance.


    Unlike the technical sniper rifle Nemata, the Kenshin in Carl''s hand was a pistol that could fire continuously. The moment the first bullet came out of the chamber, the next bullet had already been discharged.


    ¡®The head is not as hard as the body. ¡¯


    With this thought in mind, Karl''s body began to unload.


    When jumping from a high place, do not roll directly, as this will be unbearable for the spine. The correct approach is...


    Recalling the teachings of the trauma team in Mewtwo, Carl landed on the balls of his front feet and followed with his heels. Then he immediately leaned forward, relaxed his body, put his hands on the ground, bent his knees and leaned on the ground to respond to the force, and took off naturally again.


    After completing such a series of actions, Karl successfully relieved most of the force of falling from a high place, but he also felt that his body was in pain as if it was falling apart, but he could not stop yet.


    When Carl fell from a height, the attackers were still a little unresponsive, or they handed Carl over to snipers, but after Carl landed safely, no matter how slow people were, they realized that they should use their guns. He aimed his mouth at Carl.


    People can''t outrun bullets, or maybe Karl can''t do it right now, so he has no intention of running away at all.


    It was already clear that the attacker''s gun was a Shingen. A smart weapon was good, but it had a small flaw, that is, it had to lock on to the enemy before it could launch a guided shot.


    His body rolled again and he hid behind a car. Karl felt that he was becoming more and more skilled in rolling.


    The location where he was hiding now was after clearing out the apartment building opposite. There were no attackers who could directly point guns at him, but the vehicle would definitely not last long as a bunker, so at this critical moment, Karl used his The last trick.


    "Help!"


    In the communication, Karl chose to ask for help from his companions.


    And they did not disappoint Karl.


    "I''m coming, Carl."


    Jack rushed out of the apartment where the sniper was, holding a corpse on his head.


    "Jack Wells is here!"


    he shouted, attracting the attacker''s attention.


    Jack, he is always the one who can be at the front to help his partners attract firepower and is worthy of trust.


    The moment he saw Jack, the attacker turned his gun and pointed it at Jack.


    But the bullets from the guns in their hands, after penetrating Jack''s body, stayed on the surface of the subcutaneous armor.


    Smart pistols have such high technical content that more than half of the firearms are smart devices, leaving not much part of the firearm itself. This also results in the penetrability of its bullets not being very good. Although some smart pistols are accurate in After locking the guidance, they can bypass obstacles and hit enemies behind them, but they still do not have the ability to directly penetrate thick defenses.


    In other words, Jack can withstand it for a while.


    The reason why it took a while was because after all, it was a submachine pistol. With more bullets, it would be no problem to tear Jack apart.


    Jack is not the only one who is lovely.


    "Don''t worry, you''ll be fine KK."


    Mann actually used a large stone with grooves on the surface as a shield and rushed out. With the help of the two of them, the other mercenaries who were suppressed by the sniper rifle did not dare to raise their heads. He also seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack against the attacker who had slowed down under the suppression of fire.


    "Don''t underestimate us, do you really think you will be our opponent?"


    After all, they were all mercenaries who fought in the blood and fire on the streets, and they still had eyes. They all realized that this was the best time to fight back.


    "It''s not the suppression of rocket launchers and snipers, but relying on your smart weapons. You also want to compete with us. Are you worthy!?"


    On the streets, there is a buzzword that is half jealous, half true.


    ¡®Only cowards who can¡¯t aim their guns accurately would use smart weapons to fight against each other. ¡¯


    If you can use more powerful kinetic energy weapons and technological weapons, who can use smart weapons?

 49Chapter 49.Halftime

    "Bah, bah, bah."


    After spitting a few times, Jack felt that the smell of blood in his mouth had dissipated a little. His eyes swept across the battlefield that had calmed down and was filled with the corpses of mercenaries and attackers, and then looked at the open space that opened after the battle. The Arasaka security personnel who came slowly in the car curled their lips in displeasure: "We were all done fighting before they came here. It''s like it''s written on their faces that you are just testing dangerous cannon fodder."


    "Otherwise, what else can we do? Company dogs are like this... Jack, don''t move around. There are a lot of bullets in your body. Although they are not important parts, if you don''t take care of them, they may leave the root of the disease." of."


    Oliver used forceps and a scalpel sterilized with alcohol swabs to treat Jack''s injuries. After handling Jack, he had to go and treat the other mercenaries. They were all people who fought together, so they couldn''t watch. Let others get injured and wait to die.


    "I said, can''t you give it a shot to get it back to health or do all you can to cure it? I think you still have some leftover. Wouldn''t it be better to use that thing to get better quickly?"


    Jack felt the numbness and pain in various parts of his body and grimaced a little. It was either that he couldn''t bear the pain or that it was itching uncomfortably. As for his words, Oliver explained while dealing with the injury:


    "The treatment of that thing directly promotes the healing of your cells. Healing too fast may cause the bullet to stay inside and cause secondary damage. The bullet must be removed first, and I just gave the remaining goods to other mercenaries. The seriously injured people carried it first, and it has been used up.¡±


    "Are you so kind?"


    Jack glanced at Oliver: "It''s not like your style."


    "No counter-offer, one hundred euros each."


    "That''s okay."


    In fact, Jack also knows that Oliver has more good intentions in this regard. After all, mercenaries are probably willing to save lives, let alone 100 euros, 1,000 euros, or 10,000 euros when facing teammates who may die. He is a well-known mercenary, and his companions all have some feelings for each other. From a team perspective, it is really rational to spend some money to ensure combat strength, let alone only spending a hundred. Such a small amount of money.


    Oliver probably didn''t want other mercenaries to owe him anything, so he took a hundred euros in the name of money.


    "The doctor is quite kind."


    Karl, who had finished cleaning part of the battlefield, came back. He just went to the third floor where the sniper was and found that there was only a broken Nemomata sniper rifle and a broken helmet exoskeleton. The sniper himself didn''t know when. He had already run away. It seemed that Karl''s shot did not kill him.


    As for when he ran away, Karl was not very clear. After all, after the mercenaries counterattacked, it didn''t take long to clear out the group of attackers. The chance to escape was only such a small time. .


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    The number of this group of attackers has also been counted. In addition to the number of people who escaped is still unclear, there are a total of twenty-one corpses lying in the apartment building that were harvested by the mercenaries;


    The attackers all had a Shingen, but almost every Shingen submachine pistol was destroyed by the attackers themselves using lock programs or grenades before being captured by the mercenaries. In terms of trophies, they can be regarded as small pieces. No gain.


    The corpses of twenty-one attackers were exchanged for the lives of thirteen of the twenty-seven mercenaries and the serious injuries of four. The largest number, thirty-seven Arasaka security guards, let alone the trouble, the clothes None were dirty.


    "Half the people went directly."


    Mann walked over with a sigh. He felt a little sad for the other mercenaries, and he was also a little glad that he followed Karl on this mission, because if he hadn''t followed Karl, he would have died this time. Among the people, he may be added.


    In other words, if Karl hadn''t used his crazy shooting to eliminate the sniper, their group of mercenaries might have all been lying here.


    "They are all capable men. It''s a pity."


    Jack also felt a bit sad about the death of a rabbit. Among the thirteen mercenaries, none of them could compare with them in terms of weapons and prosthetics. They were just lucky, and they were not immediately targeted by the rockets. It was sheer luck that he survived without being named first by the sniper in the subsequent attack.


    "We who survived are the only ones who have the right to sigh."


    Karl said, and found that after the arrival of the Arasaka security personnel, they actually started to drive the mercenaries who had just finished fighting to get out of the way so that their convoy could pass.


    "Shit, are they treating us as disposable mats? The road ahead has not been cleared yet, so they are so impatient to leave?"


    Seeing this scene, Mann directly cursed: "I will be an idiot next time I take on the task of being a company dog."


    "I''m more concerned about the other thing now."


    Oliver looked at the scene where the injured mercenaries who were barely standing were roughly pushed to the ground by Arasaka security personnel, with a gloomy and terrifying expression on his face.


    "How much money did those middlemen have to pay us to allow these corporate dogs to do this to us?"


    Oliver felt that there was something wrong with the price of selling his life.


    "It''s probably a lot, but from the looks of them, they shouldn''t dare to do this to us even if they don''t give much."


    Karl said: "Company dogs spend money to get things done, but some company dogs may not even understand how much money is spent to get things done."


    "It''s okay for company dogs to be on a higher level."


    "Why do you think that dogs of different colors can be distinguished? Dogs all have to have a bloodline."


    "Are you talking about real dogs or company dogs?"


    "Does it make a difference?"


    Carl stared at Guinevere who was slowly approaching: "Anyway, it''s just about the color and bloodline."


    "Oh, right."


    Carl seemed to remember something and threw the Shingen smart submachine gun on his waist to Oliver: "I brought back two Saratoga submachine guns before. Didn''t I give one to Jack and modify the other one myself? I didn''t give you one, so I''ll make up for it today."


    "Didn''t I say before that I wanted a sniper rifle more... Forget it, I don''t have any other guns to use now anyway."


    Oliver was still a little obsessed with his "dead" SOR-22, which made Jack, who had taken out the last bullet in his body, smile and patted his shoulder with his broad palm.


    "Don''t worry, brother, it will come sooner or later, it will come again sooner or later."


    "Indeed."


    Oliver sighed: "But, we have to survive this mission."


    He looked at the Arasaka security who were clearing the obstacles skillfully, and felt a little depressed.


    This mission has just begun.


    Carl looked at the time.


    The two-hour limit has passed half an hour, and there is still one hour and thirty minutes. The target must be delivered before the time is up.


    Guinevere drove past several people, and Carl seemed to feel something and looked at the car, but all he saw was the silver body.


    Illusion?


    When Carl turned his head, the people in the car also withdrew their gaze.

 50Chapter 50.Ten minutes

    The Alvarado vehicle used by the mercenaries had been almost destroyed in the previous rocket launcher bombing, but fortunately there were not many mercenaries left who could continue to fight, so after emergency repairs, The remaining Alvarado car could actually carry ten mercenaries who could continue fighting.


    After seizing the time to stabilize the injuries of the four seriously injured people and treating the lightly injured, Oliver got on the new Alvarado.


    "Do you think those four people can be carried back to the hospital?"


    "Who knows, we can only pray that they can be transported away by the hospital before the gangsters and kidney transplants arrive."


    Mann looked back through the window of the back seat of the car and looked at the seriously injured people lying on a stable place: "It would be great if they could have members of the trauma team. In that case, not long after they were injured, they could be transported away by the float vehicle." ¡±


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    "Come on."


    Oliver felt that Mann had said something that he had not said: "The minimum silver membership is 10,000 euros a month. Do you think mercenaries like us who just spend the money we have have the fixed income to afford it? ¡±


    "That''s the same reason."


    As the vehicle gradually drove away, Mann also retracted his gaze and said another thing: "Tell me how much they can get paid."


    "Reward, what do you mean, mission?"


    Karl turned his head and glanced at Mann. He didn''t quite understand why Mann would ask such a meaningless question: "Didn''t the middleman make it very clear about the mission situation? It needs to be escorted to, ''arrive'', and he died before that." Those who were seriously injured and unable to perform their tasks did not have a penny at that time.¡±


    "Fuck, I knew it."


    Mann covered his forehead: "These company dogs are really well-calculated. Why are they so generous? It turns out that they deliberately want to consume less money. I should have thought of it. When the company dog bleeds, there must be a plan involved. "


    "And the even sadder thing is, just like what I said to Oliver before getting in the car, maybe some paid corporate dogs don''t take advantage of our thoughts, but some executive corporate dogs can''t bear it. The child¡¯s thoughts are to embezzle money.¡±


    Again, the sensible company dog will give enough money, but the ignorant company dog will swallow this part of the money given by the sensible company dog, and then face the mercenaries with the sensible attitude you should have.


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    "Fuck, the more I think about it, the more I feel like this mission is really terrible and very annoying."


    Mann probably carried out mostly street tasks in the past, and he really didn''t know much about the company''s tasks, but after this time, he probably doesn''t plan to know it anymore.


    "Yeah, my blood pressure goes up just thinking about it. If I don''t get enough money, it will be difficult to do things."


    As Carl said, he found that the Arasaka Company''s car slowed down, and then began to make way for the vehicles of their group of mercenaries to see what they meant...


    "Damn it, are they planning to let us go through thunder again? Let us die when we need it, and let us go aside when we don''t need it. If we fight, we can''t see them!"


    Jack''s temper came right up. Even if he had to fight for the three hundred thousand yuan task with his life, he was already prepared. Why was his employer still so upset? He really didn''t want the money anymore.


    "Let''s focus on our sunk capital."


    Karl said: "Seeing that we have all paid so much, I thought that we had to grit our teeth and continue working for the money, so we used it unscrupulously. After all, if we quit, the death of those who died would have been in vain."


    "Isn''t he afraid that we will really quit or beat him up?"


    "So they bet we wouldn''t dare."


    At this time, even Jack began to swear: "If I take Arasaka''s job again in the future, I will be a fool."


    After all, the military technology still has Blanca''s lively affection, so let''s keep it for now.


    "I have to sigh with emotion now. Blanca, that corporate dog, really has a conscience."


    Oliver said: "If there is really no comparison, there is no gap."


    "I can tell you a corporate dog joke at this time. Arasaka works from six in the morning to two in the morning, from six o''clock today to two o''clock tomorrow, twenty hours a day. It turns out that the company dog still has time to plot against us employees in his spare time. Soldiers¡¯ hard-earned money.¡±


    Karl smiled: "Damn it, you know how to exploit yourself when you enter the company, right?"


    "You can master anything with just a little study."


    Jack was amused by Carl''s words, but to be precise, this should be regarded as being laughed out of anger.


    While a few people were chatting, the Alvarado drove on its own and passed through the Arasaka security convoy that was moving out of the way.


    As they were driving again, the car doors around Carl and the others were unlocked and loose, which ensured that they could jump out of the car and escape at any time. The previous rocket greeting was so impressive that they would probably do the same in the future. Keep up this ''good'' habit.


    But the next trip was somewhat beyond the expectations of Karl and others. The journey was quite uneventful. They drove out of the northern industrial area of Watson District without encountering any more enemies.


    Did the attackers retreat after the attack failed because they had already deployed all their forces?


    Carl wanted to comfort himself like this, but he noticed something strange.


    The northern industrial area of Watson District was clearly the enemy of the Whirlpool Gang. Logically, there should be several Whirlpool Gang members on the roadside, but from the time he entered to the time he left, Carl, who had been paying attention to the outside because of the rocket attack, did not see the iconic red light prosthetic eye once.


    ¡®The sea before the storm is always calm. ¡¯


    The closer they got to California Street, where the target point, the Blue Bi Building, was located, the more silent the atmosphere in the car became. The four of them all felt the oppressive feeling of the coming storm.


    When they could already see the building of the Blue Bi Building that went straight into the sky, Jack suddenly asked Carl a question: ¡°How much time is left?¡±


    Carl knew what Jack wanted to say, and he also knew why Jack asked him even though he knew the time.


    ¡°One hour and ten minutes.¡±


    One hour and ten minutes left?


    No.


    Jack looked at the Blue Bi Building, which was only about ten minutes away.


    There should only be ten minutes left.

 51Chapter 51. Worth doing

    The attack happened faster than expected.


    Even faster than Karl and the others thought.


    They all thought that maybe the attackers did not take action all the way and waited until they reached their destination and were most relaxed before taking action, so they were all ready to deal with the enemy in ten minutes. However, they did not expect that... After they checked the time, turned the corner and drove towards the Kanbi Building, the convoy behind them was attacked.


    "boom!"


    Karl, who was the first to recover from the deafening sound of artillery and rolled down from the car. After taking precautions but not being attacked, he finally realized that the place where the sound broke out was not in their area. place.


    He almost thought that he was so vigilant and hadn''t guarded against the attack.


    "The convoy at the rear was attacked. It seems that the attackers have already locked the target this time."


    Oliver walked out of the car with Shingen in hand. He had now determined that the previous retreat of the attackers might not have been a forced retreat due to insufficient personnel, but some kind of test.


    There has always been a saying about escort missions, that is, the most obvious one may not be the target, because everyone knows that it is better to hide than to show off, walk struttingly on the road, and hide in the flow of people.


    "They attacked us first before, maybe because they suspected that there was a target among us. After confirming that there are no targets among our personnel, they no longer need to entangle with us..."


    As Oliver said this, he saw that other mercenaries had already gotten out of the car and picked up their weapons.


    "What do you say Carl?"


    Jack looked at Carl.


    "Go back and save him."


    Although the company dog refused to save them just now, the situation is different now. The target is under the protection of Arasaka security personnel. If the target dies, then the trip will be in vain.


    "Any tactics, KK?"


    Mann is now very convinced of Carl because of his performance.


    "No."


    Karl took out Kenshin.


    "Just kill them all."


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    He is not a professional bodyguard and does not know any protection tactics. He only knows that if he kills all the people who pose a threat to the target, the target will no longer be a threat.


    There are now ten mercenaries left. Apart from Carl, Jack, Oliver, and Mann, there are still six people. The six people seemed to have discussed something when they were in the vehicle. After getting off the vehicle, one of them was looking at Carl. After they nodded, they ran towards the distance. Looking at the direction he was running, it was exactly opposite to the point where the target was attacked.


    ¡®You¡¯re running away temporarily because your mission is over? ¡¯


    Just when Karl was thinking this, the leader of the remaining five people walked towards Karl.


    "Your name is Karl, right? I just heard your companion call you that."


    "Who are you?"


    Looking at this middle-aged man who was about forty or fifty years old and with various scars on his face, Karl, who had originally planned to rush to rescue the target, was a little confused. He didn''t know why the other party was still following him at this time. Introduction to what to play.


    "Just call me Brown. The target will be rescued later. The protection of the target will be left to you. We have seen your skills before, and you are the most capable among us."


    "The target protection is entrusted to me. What does this mean?"


    Don¡¯t everyone have to protect their goals?


    "We all know this mission. It''s not easy for those who want the target''s life. If we can''t stop him later, in recognition of your kindness in saving my companion just now, you can run away with the target, and we will risk our lives to help you block it."


    When he was talking about risking his life to help Carl block the attacker, the middle-aged mercenary''s expression was very calm, and the expressions of the four mercenaries behind him were also calm, as if that was how it should be.


    Karl seemed to suddenly understand something.


    He glanced at the back of the sixth mercenary who was now running away. The middle-aged mercenary noticed Karl''s eyes, and he also looked back at the escaping teammate.


    "He is the youngest member of our team. If the mission is completed and we lie down, he will receive payment from the middleman on our team''s behalf. The money will be enough for our family to survive."


    As he said that, he passed Karl, took four companions, and took the lead towards the corner.


    "Don''t worry, we have given instructions. If they all die, the mission fails, and there is no money to bury them separately, he will come back to help us pick up the bones and bury them together. You don''t mind being buried with us."


    "That... I don''t mind."


    "That''s fine."


    A smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged mercenary who was full of ravines: "Then let''s go up first. Remember, if it doesn''t work, just run with the target. You are young, so don''t die in front of us."


    The man had been very calm from beginning to end. It was only when he was about to die that he showed a smile. And this smile, when he led his companions around the corner and the sound of gunfire rang out, It disappeared into the bend.


    "Good man."


    After Mann patted Karl on the shoulder, he quickly chased after him.


    "Then among this team, I will be the first to go."


    He said when he temporarily joined the team that he would be in the front.


    "call...."


    Karl exhaled slightly, and his eyes were full of seriousness, which was an expression that Karl had never shown before.


    There is nothing in the world that is heavier than the entrustment a person makes before death.


    This heavy weight has forced Karl to become serious.


    When Carl, Oliver and Jack came to the corner, they saw a chaotic battlefield.


    There were less than 20 of the 37 Arasaka security guards left. They were protecting the Sword of the Lake Girl and crashed into a store. They were defending the store that looked like a convenience store. Not far away from them, there were two teams of people rushing towards them with weapons.


    One team was the attackers. They were easy to recognize because the Shingen submachine gun was too recognizable.


    The other team was...


    "The scum of the Whirlpool Gang."


    Looking at the Whirlpool Gang members who were holding all kinds of messy weapons and screaming over there, Jack rushed over with the Saratoga submachine gun and followed Mann.


    The current battlefield situation is.


    The Arasaka security guards who were protecting the target left the vehicle and were forced into a three-story convenience store beside the road. There was no shelter in the convenience store, and the door of the Lake Lady Sword was also open. The target was unknown where he was now. In front of them, the attackers with smart weapons and the members of the Whirlpool Gang were rushing towards the convenience store together. On the side, there was a mercenary team rushing over.


    "I''ll follow Mann and Jack. Carl, you go around to the back door of the convenience store. If there are no attackers with people surrounding you, run with the target."


    Oliver glanced at Carl: "The target is left to you."


    "Are you going to fight to the death?"


    "Just think of me as being infected."


    As he said that, Oliver also rushed up.


    And Carl also understood what he should do most now.


    That is, just like Brown and Oliver said, run with the target.


    Run.


    Have to run.


    The target that the enemy wants to attack is the target. As long as the target runs away, their group of mercenaries will not be targeted too much, and it is not impossible to survive by then.


    Carl has killed many people in 2075, but saving people is the first time.


    But this...


    "It''s worth doing."