Cyberpunk: 2075

"A leisurely day."

After lunch, Carl looked through his Mewtwo storage and found that he had already seen them all.

The training chip is still with Oliver. It seems that he and Jack went to practice shooting today...:,

The driver is gone, but it's time to buy Mewtwo.

Should I ask David if there is any new stock...:,

No, their team should be busy with the mission investigation. Although David is an intern, he also has to run errands and go to school. It seems a bit embarrassing to ask him to help deliver Mewtwo.

Oh, I really have to go out. I was thinking about expanding my gun storage and buying some new guns...:

There is a good gun store in the super skyscraper where Carl lives. Carl's final night was renovated there. However, it is just a gun store in an apartment building. It is still impossible to buy some awesome weapons.

In addition to the problem of buying Mewtwo, Carl had to go out again after making lunch at home.

Why didn't I think of these things on the way back?

Bringing Zhongye with him, Carl went downstairs and looked through the communication information, trying to see if there was any middleman to contact him, but there was no new message.

The old captain and Roger, whom he met yesterday, didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Flipping through, Carl found the message and picture sent by Johnson when he was sleeping last night. In the picture, a group of people in NCPD police uniforms were grilling meat around a barbecue stove, and Mr. Johnson's selfie face occupied almost half of the screen.

Do older people like to take pictures with their faces?

But wouldn't the pork smell fishy if it was grilled directly?

Carl looked at the other half of the screen. In addition to the NCPD police officers, there was a large plate of meat placed there. According to Carl's cooking experience, the pork was thawed and slightly marinated, and then grilled.

Considering the time when Mr. Johnson returned last night, and comparing it with the time when he sent the message...,

"Everyone enjoyed the meal."

Looking at the text sent by Mr. Johnson with the picture, and then looking at the NCPD officers on the screen who were indeed smiling brightly and picking up meat with tongs, Carl felt sympathy for the people of Night City from the bottom of his heart.

"Just enjoy the meal."

Carl was about to send the message, but Mr. Johnson's message came first, along with a communication request.

Johnson: Carl, there is an emergency, are you awake?

Connect immediately.

Carl: I'm awake, walking downstairs, what happened?

Johnson: There is a street mercenary named Andy, who was a street mercenary whose parents died when he was a few years old. He has a sister who grew up with him and is excellent in both character and learning in a private school. Recently, she was kidnapped by the Tiger Claws and taken to Yunding. After Andy found out about his sister's whereabouts, he rushed into Yunding.

Another kidnapped person...

Carl remembered the mission he had received before, which was also about kidnapping students and involved the Tiger Claws and Yunding. He subconsciously frowned.

Is the Tiger Claws so arrogant recently, or is there something hidden?

Carl: What is the current situation?

Johnson: Of course I don't want to care about the Tiger Claws, and I don't want to care. Those people died, and I don't care at all. I just don't care. But Andy seems to have lost control. He has too many prosthetics and his mental state is not good. After taking his sister away from Genting, he ran around in the entire Japanese Street area, causing panic among the people. So I was thinking, can I let you go over there?

Carl: Didn’t the Terrorist Squad go out?

Johnson: Not all levels of cyber psychopaths need to be dispatched by the Terrorist Squad, and Andy didn’t kill anyone except the Tiger Claws. The guys from the Tiger Claws were smashed in Genting and wanted to get back The scene did not call the Terrorist Mobile Team, thinking of killing chickens and monkeys and handling it by themselves;

But I think that a mercenary who did not hurt innocent people and only saved his sister should not die, so I thought of asking you to come and subdue him before he does more things, so that I can report the bounty later.

Carl heard a different meaning: Mr. Johnson, this is not what you would say,

You should have driven to pick me up, I'm almost on the first floor, just tell the truth directly.

"Ding."

"I can't hide it from you."

The elevator door opened, and waiting at the door was Johnson in NCPD uniform. He gestured to Carl's law enforcement car parked on the street: "I'll tell you more in the car."

Ten seconds later, Carl, who sat in the co-pilot seat, habitually left the door open and said:

"So what's the matter, Mr. Johnson, why did you think of saving a cyber psychopath. ’

“You have good intentions, right? I have seen Andy and his sister a few times. I was the one who arrested Andy when he was a mercenary in a street gunfight. They are not bad people, but they just can’t survive in Night City and have to start from the streets. After Andy became famous, he spent a lot of money to send his sister to a private academy. He is as desperate as you to take missions. He just wants his sister to live a decent life. I can’t stand seeing this kind of thing happen.”

The engine roared and started.

"Second, it's a commission from an old friend who used to be a journalist. Her name is Regina Jones now. She is a middleman who has just become famous in Watson District. She said that there might be a way to suppress cyberpsychosis. She wants us to save Andy's life and send him to her."

"Suppress cyberpsychosis?"

Carl felt a little unconvinced: "Is it possible? Once this thing gets sick, it will never come back."

"Let me tell you a secret that has been spread on the streets for a long time. 'All the people in the Violent Terrorist Squad are cyberpsychopaths.'

Guess where they got so many cyberpsychopaths and how they suppressed them."

"You mean, the Violent Terrorist Squad will select cyberpsychopaths to put in their team, and have a special way to suppress them?"

Listening to Carl's words, Johnson showed an expression that he had said nothing: "I can only say I don't know."

You are addicted to hiding things, right?

Although the Violent Terrorist Squad is actually an independent organization, it is also a member of the NCPD in name. You, the NCPD sheriff, are pretending.

Isn't this a clear indication?

"Come on."

Carl leaned back on the backrest of the co-pilot of the law enforcer,

"You want to stay alive, right? How much is the reward?"

"I will apply for a bonus for you, and Regina said that if we send the person over, she can give you 10,000 euros."

"10,000 euros?"

Carl hasn't taken such a small job for a while.

But...

"Just make do."

Just consider it as Andy's face for killing through the clouds alone for his sister.