Cyberpunk: 2075

After Carl accepted the deposit and expressed his willingness to take on the mission, the blue-eyed middle-aged man hung up the phone.

"What do you mean, Carl? Do you have an idea?" Oliver said, "Go through the process?"

"What process can there be? I'm not familiar with the Badlands. This time it depends on you, a kid who grew up in the Santo Domingo area."

Santo Domingo is close to the Badlands. No one in the team knows more about this than Oliver.

After hearing what Carl said, Oliver, who was used to Carl making team decisions, also reacted and touched his head a little embarrassedly:

"Yeah, I was stupid. A local guy actually asked outsiders about this matter."

"So, what is the origin of the Night Walkers, the target of the kidnapping this time, a gang in the wasteland?"

"It's almost the same as a gang, but in fact, most of the wanderers in the wasteland call it a family... Night Walkers, in simple terms, you can think of it as the Whirlpool Gang in the wasteland."

"Whirlpool Gang?"

Jack, who hates the Whirlpool Gang the most in the gang, listened to this and took a sip of soda: "So it's another group of modified lunatics who kidnap people?"

"It just looks like, not really the Whirlpool Gang, they are compared Modify yourself, and be more keen on vehicle modification, just like the kind of vehicle enthusiasts. You can understand Jack, if the degree is ten times, you will almost look like them. You have never seen a car like that. It looks like a moving, creaking mechanical hedgehog. You can see all kinds of weird modifications you can think of on it. "

"Modified car..."

Listening to Oliver's words, Jack came back to his senses: "In other words, their cars may be equipped with some heavy firepower or something like that?"

"I guess so. They are relatively poor and can't afford vehicle-mounted missiles and other things, but there is definitely no shortage of vehicle-mounted machine guns and other things. Maybe they can even take out a vehicle-mounted howitzer for you. Anyway, I remember that the Six Street Gang once fought with several night patrols in the Bad Land Some ghosts have fought each other, some are easily defeated, and some will suffer a great loss due to firepower. Anyway, it is really hard to say about this aspect. "

"Aren't the night ghosts in the same group? How can the equipment gap be so big?"

Carl, who didn't know much about the Badlands, asked this question and got Oliver's explanation:

"Rather than saying they are a gang, it is better to say that this group of people are called night ghosts. It is rumored that they are composed of exiles and expelled people from various wanderer families. The composition itself is very complicated. How can there be a unified management? Occasional cooperation is the best."

"A loose alliance formed by the rebellious people who left the family."

Carl felt that he understood a little: "In other words, even if we find a group of night ghosts, we may not be able to torture them out of the kidnappers. "I've got the information of the person who took over the fight."

"That's about right."

Oliver nodded: "This job is not as lucrative as I thought. Dealing with the nightwalkers is a small matter for us, but how to find the nightwalkers correctly is a serious matter."

"Is this what that guy called a test of ability..."

Carl thought and asked Oliver a question: "Do you have any connections in the Badlands, or do you know anyone familiar with the Badlands?"

"I really want to say yes, but in this regard, I can only say don't count on me."

Carl looked at Jack, and Jack shook his head: "Don't count on me either, I'm not familiar with it either."

Oliver and Jack were not familiar with each other, so naturally they couldn't count on Carl, a newbie who had arrived in Night City for just over a month. He didn't even know the streets well.

Carl drank the soda in the cup in one breath.

"We can't just run into the Badlands like a headless fly. It doesn't matter if we're reckless in the city.

You're familiar with the area anyway, but we have to drive in the Badlands. We're unfamiliar with the place. If the car breaks down, we won't even know where to run."

Carl's words hit the point, leaving Oliver and Jack silent.

Insufficient intelligence information is indeed the most fatal flaw of their team.

Luckily, today is their lucky day. Just as the three of them were thinking about what to do, a voice sounded in the team's communication.

"Are you still there?"

"T-BUG."

Hearing T-BUG's relaxed and leisurely tone, Carl joined the team's communication: "Have you thought it through?"

"Of course, one day is enough for me to think carefully... Fortunately, you will have the top hackers in Night City to escort you."

"Welcome."

Oliver joined the team's communication: "Can I give you a compliment? Among the hackers I have seen, no one can compare to you."

"I know myself."

T-BUG's voice was steady with a hint of smile: "But if you compliment me too much, I won't refuse."

"Just in time, sister."

Jack also joined the communication, and hearing his words, T-BUG on the other end of the communication raised his eyebrows.

Just in time, is that right?

When T-BUG was thinking about whether the team had received the mission, she received 15,000 euros from Carl.

"What is this?"

"Deposit, 60,000, 15,000 per person, keep it first, I have sent you the attachment, take a look,

This mission can earn you 150,000 in the end."

"How generous."

T-BUG didn't have any embarrassment and directly accepted the fifteen thousand, and then spent a minute reading the attachment.

"A man from Military Technology was kidnapped, and an unidentified client asked us to help rescue him.

Night wandering ghost..."

T-BUG laughed in the communication: "We are lacking information on the Badlands, right?"

"You guessed it right away."

Karl asked on the communication: "So, do you have any ideas, T-BUG?"

"There are very few things in a region that can be hidden from the company. Apart from the company, it is the street gangs or middlemen who know best."

T-BUG said: "Wait a moment, I am looking for the situation of the middlemen in the Badland area to see if there is any middleman who specializes in business in the Badland area. Local affairs are left to the locals, and we can entrust that middleman. Help us find the traces of those nocturnal ghosts."

Layers of outsourcing, right?

But I have to say that T-BUG’s idea is clever. In ancient times, generals had to ask locals to lead the way during wars.

They have a task to do, and of course it would be most appropriate to ask locals to help.

"Now I understand why so many mercenaries want to be middlemen after quitting their jobs."

Jack sighed with emotion: "The living legend Rogge in the Afterlife Bar where we are now is a mercenary who retired and became a middleman. It turns out that this feeling of going from being listened to and doing things to being listened to and doing things is really refreshing."

"Mercenaries who can survive until retirement have more or less accumulated countless connections. With these connections, of course they can work as a middleman safely."

Oliver said: "I can't do it anymore, I also want to be a middleman."

"Come on Oliver, just work as a middleman when you retire. It's not that easy. I'm afraid the enemies you provoked during your mercenary career will come to kill you later."

Jack said: "I'm afraid we won't be able to hold the gun by then."

"Even if I retire, I will still shoot one shot at a time."

"I haven't even become famous yet, so I'm thinking about retirement."

Karl looked at Oliver and shook his head: "Why adapt to the life of the elderly in advance."

"In Night City, it's amazing to live to old age."

As soon as Oliver finished saying this, T-BUG had already found what they wanted.

"Dakota Smith, the most famous middleman in the Badlands, Karl, I have found her number and sent it to you."