Cyberpunk: 2075

"The personnel have been dealt with. This order is well done. It's closed."

After receiving the video from Mann and Brown, Carl sent them a message: "This mission is over. When will you come to the Wild Wolf Bar to get together? I'll treat you to a meal."

"It may take a few days."

Mann replied: "After dealing with the Arasaka personnel, we have to stay out of the limelight for a while. When we are all free, we will definitely come over and let you treat us."

"Then let me know in advance when you are coming. I will book the place in advance."

After the information exchange, Carl watched the car driven by Kenichi Shiro go away. In his heart, he was a little worried that Chiyo, who was also in the car, would fight with Kenichi Shiro again on the way.

It shouldn't be.

The current situation is like this....

Carl shook his head and didn't care any more. Kenichi Shiro and Chiyo were handled by Arasaka Haruko. This matter had nothing to do with him.

The call came.

"Carl, is your matter over? Do you still need us as a backup?"

After the call was connected, Jack's voice came from the other side.

"Everything is fine."

Carl replied: "Mann and Brown solved it very well, and the deal has been settled."

"Then it seems that we who are waiting for support have made a wasted trip."

Oliver's voice also sounded in the communication. He said it was a wasted trip, but from his tone, he was obviously relaxed:

"So what should we do next? Where are you now? Do you want us to pick you up?"

"I'm at the door of the next life."

"Next life?"

Oliver muttered: "Why did Kenichi Shiro put you here?"

"I asked myself. I came here to meet a middleman."

"Middleman?"

Oliver said: "Are you here for business?"

"It's just an appointment to meet. Is there anything to talk about in person? Do you want to come and show yourself?"

"Who is the middleman?"

"Old Captain, Muammar Reyes."

"He, hasn't he just started working as a middleman? You said he was looking for mercenaries everywhere. I thought he was only involved in some small street things. How come he came here so soon and made an appointment with you? Does he have any work on hand that requires us to pay a lot of money? "

"I don't know, but we will know when we meet. So are you coming or not, or do you want me to discuss the specific matters of the commission as before? "

"Two minutes, I'll be there soon. "

Listening to the roar of the engine on the other end of the communication, Carl just hoped that Oliver, who was driving the Apocalypse Hera, could be steady and not hit anything.

While standing and waiting, Carl did not forget to send a message to the old captain: "Two minutes, I'll be there soon."

"No problem, I have prepared a lot of money and wine for you. This meeting will definitely satisfy you."

"I hope so."

Carl's impression of this natural middleman who sent a message to him and asked him to put aside other work and do his work first is actually not very reliable.

Normally, when a middleman is looking for a mercenary team that he has just met and has not established basic trust with, will he start with a large sum of money? This sounds like a scam that he will become famous and rich if he succeeds in this deal.

But Carl is really free now, so he doesn't mind seeing if this famous second-hand car dealer in the Santo Domingo area, a new middleman, performs the same as Faraday in the task. Carl can just turn around and leave.

There is no need to talk too much with idiots. It's a waste of time to chat a few more words.

"T-BUG, do you need to watch this job?"

"I'm still modifying the ball. Just tell me when you've agreed."

"If it's about technical modification, I know someone here who is very good at this."

Carl thought about V in the Badlands: "My friend who was born a wanderer, he has good skills in this area."

"Wanderer, the person you knew during my previous trip to the Badlands, right...Okay, give me his contact information. I just have a problem with the line that I can't figure out. I can ask him. If he can do it, I can pay for remote guidance. Can the communication be connected?"

"He has been wandering around Night City recently and is far away from his family. There should be no problem with the communication line. The number has been sent, and I have also sent him a message to let him know. As for the remote guidance fee, I will pay for it depending on the situation. After all, this is something for the team."

"No, I still have this little money... Anyway, to be honest, I will use the ball more in the future. Then I will call him over here and hang up first.""

"Well, tell me if there is anything else. "

After hanging up the phone and looking at the K finger picture in the message, Carl ended the matchmaking and looked up. Jack and Oliver just came over.

"Let's go and take a look together."

Jack said, approaching Carl: "If it doesn't work, just treat it as a drink."

"Okay."

After greeting his two companions, Carl and the other two entered the Tomorrow Bar. Their appearance attracted the attention of many mercenaries and company personnel who were drinking and talking business on the bar seats.

A small voice sounded around Carl and the other two who were moving forward.

The black-haired young man, the blond young man with a mustache, and the burly man dressed like a Valentino. These three people, could they be... '

KK, Oliver, and Jack, the trio with a great reputation on the streets recently. It is said that as long as a task is handed to them, there is no task that they will not complete, and the customer satisfaction rate is 100%. Remember the news a few days ago that a group of nearly 100 night wanderers in the evil land were wiped out? I heard that they did it. '

"Aren't there 200 people? I heard that Oliver shot through 10 people with one shot, using them as human targets.'

Nonsense, it's obviously 300 people. I don't know about the others, but I know Jack. He used to be a well-known figure in the Valentino Gang. When he rushed to the front, he often beat the people of the Vortex Gang and made them scream. They were just night wanderers with broken guns and broken cars. 200 people were not enough for them. 100 per person was normal.'

Ignoring the whispers around, Carl, Oliver and Jack came to the box where the old captain was according to the agreed place.

As soon as the box was opened, a man with long black hair and a purple-blue coat stood up to greet him.

"Welcome, welcome, please sit down."

"Old Captain."

Calling the street name, Carl glanced around the box and found that he was the only one in it.

He is so brave that he doesn't even bring bodyguards.'

Thinking so, Carl and the other two sat down.