Cyberpunk: 2075

Since Carl and his team set off from the border between Taiping State and Dog Town until they arrived in Saint Domingo, their vehicles were not attacked along the way.

T-BUG noticed several intrusions on the road, and she blocked them every time. All the intrusions Carl's team and the employer suffered on the road were just that.

The forces that targeted Dexter DeShawn had already noticed that the team escorting Dexter DeShawn was the KK team, and that group of forces obviously had no intention of fighting with the KK team.

The KK team is no longer an unknown mercenary team. Just hearing their name is enough to settle many things on the street. Obviously, the forces that targeted Dexter DeShawn did not have the idea of ​​killing Dexter, or Dexter was not worth their big price to challenge the 100% mission completion rate of the KK team.

"It's so quiet, those guys are so timid."

When they arrived in San Domingo, according to the mission agreement, the escort had ended. V got out of the Thunder Colby, and was obviously dissatisfied with the fact that the mission was completed without any attack: "I was thinking that if the Voodoo Gang came, it would be a good opportunity to try out the knife skills I have practiced recently."

"Do you want to hear what you have to say?"

Oliver got out of the car: "Isn't it good to end the mission safely? Do you have to kill a few Voodoo Gang members? I am like Carl now.

I think you are getting more and more murderous, V. Adam Heavy Hammer kills people when he is not happy. Why do you feel that you are not happy if you don't kill people for a day?"

"I just want to hone myself."

"Maybe it is your temper, V, that will make you stronger and stronger."

Jack also got out of the car with emotion, and then looked at his employer Dexter DeShawn who got out of the car with him.

"You did a good job." Dexter DeShawn spoke at this time. He first praised Carl's team, and then looked at Carl: "The order is settled, and I have already paid the balance." "I received it." Carl, who was sitting in the back seat of the car and guarding Dexter DeShawn the whole time, looked at the number that arrived in the account and nodded to Dexter DeShawn: "It's a good task. You can contact me more often if there are tasks in the future." "Of course I will contact you more..." After getting off the car, Dexter DeShawn relit his cigar and took a puff. Now he is really more and more satisfied with the KK team. Along the way, every time the mysterious force (Voodoo Gang) invaded, they could block it back in the first time, without letting the other party find out any information about their vehicle, and relying on the reputation of mercenaries alone, they forced the Voodoo Gang to give up their purpose of killing them. This kind of team is more worthy of Dexter DeShawn's trust than a team that fights the Voodoo Gang with real guns and bullets and achieves results. The middleman industry is essentially a resale business. When selecting mercenaries, combat effectiveness and execution are naturally the most important criteria. However, if a team can meet these two basic requirements while ensuring the safety and security of the mission, it is undoubtedly a huge plus.

At least for Dexter DeShawn, he appreciates those teams that can rely on reputation to intimidate the enemy and complete the mission safely, rather than those teams that need to go through many crises to complete the escort mission.

Watching Dexter DeShawn get on the ordinary Thunder Colby and leave, Oliver, who didn't expect today to end so peacefully, stretched and said, "So, that's it for today. We'll escort one person and end it. Let's go eat?"

"Eating is fine."

Jack looked at the time: "But it's still early. It's still a while before our usual lunch time."

"Then take a walk on the street?"

V suggested, looking at the calm Santo Domingo: "I haven't been to Santo Domingo much."

"I'm tired of this place, but if you're interested, V, I know a good place to eat nearby. We can go there and have a cup of coffee first, and then have some Mexican food when it's almost lunch time. The owner there has a private collection of goods. Since we know each other, he may also provide us with organic food."

Oliver is a local of Santo Domingo. He knows best what shops are around and which shops are delicious. The shop he mentioned immediately attracted the attention of the other two.

"Mexican food?" "Organic food?"

Jack has a special liking for Mexican food, while Carl is very interested in organic food. Obviously, the store mentioned by Oliver just hits the two people's desire for lunch.

"It seems that it has been passed unanimously."

What are you waiting for? Oliver sat in the driver's seat: "Get in the car, let's go to the southern part of Coronado Farm. There is a restaurant called "Old Mexican Fried Pork" over there. The food is absolutely delicious."

"It should be my turn to drive today... Forget it."

Jack sat in the co-pilot seat, and then Carl and V immediately sat in the back seat of Hera.

As the vehicle started, T-BUG also spoke in the voice at the right time: "Remember to bring me a burrito. If not, then let's talk about it later."

"I won't forget."

Oliver answered T-BUG's words while starting Hera.

The area they are in now is the river valley area of ​​Santo Domingo, but it is not far from the Coronado Farm. With Oliver driving, the modified Hera took less than 20 minutes to reach what Oliver called "Old Mexican Fried Pork".

Old Mexican Fried Pork has a red sign. Looking inside from the open plastic door under the sign, waitresses wearing orange tops and dark green skirts are serving dishes to customers in the store. Judging from the staff and interior decoration inside, Carl feels like he has walked into a fast food restaurant similar to KFC.

After parking the car and getting out, Oliver called his companions to follow him into the restaurant. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he waved to a waitress: "Rachel, serve some good dishes, four people. ”

The waiter called by Oliver turned his head and saw that it was Oliver. His eyes lit up. After noting down the needs of the customer next to him, he walked over quickly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Oliver. I heard that you have become a big shot recently. Why did you think of coming to this small restaurant to eat something today?"

"Just passing by, coffee first, food can wait."

Oliver's eyes swept around the store. In addition to the single seat by the window, there were only four square tables in the store, and three of them were full of people. Only one square table had one person sitting.

Looking at the empty seat, he could move a chair to seat four people, so he walked towards the man who was drinking coffee with his head down, and patted his leather jacket from behind: "Hey, buddy, if you don't mind, can we share the table?"

"Huh?"

The man in the leather jacket turned his head and revealed a very familiar face.