Cyberpunk: 2075

"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..."

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 mío (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."