Cyberpunk: 2075

"The wind and sand are so big ah ah ah ah -

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"Stop howling, Carl. You don't want to be squeezed in the middle anymore. Just stay on the roof of the car and stay there for me. Hold on to the car and don't fall off."

Squeezed between V and Jack in the car, Oliver, who had enjoyed the crowded feeling that Carl had enjoyed in the past, was made agitated by Carl who was shouting on the roof of the car.

In this weather, I was already sweating while repairing the car, and being squeezed between two people made it even more boring. Who could bear to hear Carl screaming on the roof of the car at this time?

"But it's really big."

He used his arms to block the sand coming from the front. Carl, who felt that he must have eaten a lot of dust in his mouth, stopped howling, leaned over and lay on the roof of the car obediently: "I hate all two-seater cars!"

The base of the V car is the Tingwei Galina GA40XT, which is a two-seater car that wanderers often drive. However, when V got it, there was only one chassis left. After V's modification and pieced together, This car, which was made up of various messy parts and scraps, was given a new name by him, called "Snake".

Tingwei Galina GA40XT ‘Snake’.

Although the car always made jingling noises when driving, it was not slow in speed. After Carl barked a few times, he ate a mouthful of dust.

And his complaining words about hating two-seater cars made Jack in the car sigh:

"You have said this countless times Karl."

He said helplessly: "We are almost there. When the time comes, we will go to Taiping Prefecture to find some animal help. Are you still worried about not having a car?"

At worst, I'll drive one back when the time comes. "

"I know, but the problem now is that we don't know the territory of the Animal Gang yet."

"Didn't T-BUG give you Mr. Hanz's phone number? Didn't you call?"

"I woke up too early in the morning. You guys dragged me up before I even woke up. I even had breakfast in the car. The signal is not very good in the bad land. How can I fight?"

"Come on, you can call us again when we get closer to Taiping Prefecture. It shouldn't take long to communicate with the middleman anyway."

Listening to Jack's words, Karl, who was about to say something else, found that the communication signal when he took out his mobile phone became better.

"Okay, the signal is good, I'll call now."

Karl pressed the phone a few times, and then the number was dialed.

Although it’s okay to press without using your hands, making a phone call like this always feels like the past. In terms of habits,

Carl still likes to do it.

"Beep-beep."

The call was connected.

Before Karl could speak, a voice came from the other end.

"Is it KK? I'm Hanz. It's our first time meeting you. Welcome to Taiping Prefecture."

"Um?"

Listening to the indistinguishable voice coming from the other end of the phone, which seemed to have undergone some kind of sound processing, Karl raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Hands, I think this is the one who called me. How did you do it?" Know my phone number."

"I have the same problem. I can return it to you KK, but since we are all in the industry, it doesn't hurt to explain it clearly. Your newly purchased mobile phone number has also been circulated in the circle. I have already made a note here. Just wait. You came to Taiping Prefecture, but I didn’t expect that you would call me first.”

There was a sense of expectation in Mr. Hanz's voice: "The famous KK has come to Taiping Prefecture. Are you planning to do some commission? I happen to have a lot of tricky and troublesome things here that happen to be remunerative enough, waiting for you. Someone will handle it.”

"Although I don't mind doing missions, I'm still doing this work. Let's wait. Mr. Hands, I won't do any fancy cover-up. I want the Savage King, the temporary boss of the Animal Gang in the west. Where it is located, you can make a price.”

"Why did the Animal Gang get into trouble with you? It seems they are not very lucky."

Mr. Hands heard a different meaning, but he had no intention of delving into it. As for what the mercenaries were doing, if he didn't want to offend another middleman, it would be better not to explore more. Mr. Hands was not afraid of causing trouble.

But I don’t want to cause trouble.

Since it's not preparation for work, but a formal exchange of information, that's easy to say.

After pondering for a while, Mr. Hands said, "Can you wait a few minutes? I need to turn over it a little."

"It only takes a few minutes to get relevant information. He is indeed the most famous middleman in Taiping Prefecture."

"It's an exaggeration. Compared to the famous KK, I, a small middleman in Taiping Prefecture, am not that famous."

After a friendly business exchange, Mr. Hands quickly sent over the documents.

"The relevant information is in the attachment, but the validity of the whereabouts I can ensure is from seven hours ago. If it is wrong, then I can only hope that your mission can be adjusted."

"I received the documents."

Karl took a cursory look at the document, confirmed it was correct, and said, "I don't know how much the intelligence fee is. I'll transfer it now."

"unnecessary."

Mr. Hands said something similar to Badlands middleman Dakota Smith: "I would rather, KK

When the team has free time, they can help me deal with a few difficult things out of kindness. "

Another person who doesn’t want money, but wants favors.

Karl had to say whether these middlemen were shrewd, or he would just fall into this trap if they knew about it. But what I have to say is that this kind of behavior can really make Karl favor them in his inner balance of accepting tasks.

"Okay, if there is a suitable commission, please contact me."

After ending the communication, Carl, Jack and Oliver in the car said, "What were we talking about at the beginning? When we become famous, the middlemen will come to us instead of us looking for the middlemen. Do you remember?"

"I remember, I haven't forgotten."

Jack said: "Look now, if you are famous, you have to be busy. It's like the kind in the past where you could have a glass of wine after taking small jobs and play for a few days. Maybe you won't have time in the future."

"Don't talk nonsense Jack."

Oliver, who was about to be squeezed into an Oreo cookie, said:

"When we took on small jobs in the past, we didn't take a few days off at Carl's frequency. I feel like after this kind of middleman work is done, other middlemen know the news and give us rest and adjustment time to take on the next one. Life is much easier than before!"

"Much easier?"

"Do the math, do we have more free time than before? Now that we are famous, those middlemen are smart enough not to find us for tasks we are not qualified for."

Hearing what Oliver said and seeing that his face was almost distorted by the squeeze, Jack tried his best to lean to the side: "It seems like that."

"Entrust..."

V, who was driving beside him, was very concerned about the commission itself regarding the conversation between a few people: "The commission you made,

Is it very profitable? "

"Anyone with less than 50,000 euros, don't even think about coming to us now."

Oliver's words, which were half bragging and half true, made V, who was driving the car, instinctively tighten his hands.

"Five, fifty thousand euros?"

"That's right, if it's less than this number, we won't even look at it now."

“Bragging doesn’t mean drafting.”

Karl on the roof of the car said: "I think as long as you like the task, you can do it with 10,000 or 20,000 euros."

"One to twenty thousand euros, it's just something I can do..."

V took a deep breath.

I don't know why, but he was a little moved by Carl's proposal to invite him to become a mercenary. Is mercenary such a profitable industry?

If they can make a lot of money, can the tribe do the same?::