Cyberpunk: 2075

"How do I know if it's real or fake?"

After understanding what the weapon shop owner meant, Carl's first reaction was this.

These weapons have obvious signs of use, and have been used by people, but there is no evidence on the weapons to say that they were used by celebrities, and they are not like precious treasures that have been specially issued with certificates. They are all weapons that can be mass-produced. Who knows whether these weapons have been used by celebrities or scavengers?

"I only sell things and introduce them, and I don't give evidence."

Faced with Carl's questioning, the sturdy shop owner showed a rather cold attitude that was different from the owners of other weapon shops. If his appearance was not deliberately disguised, it can only mean that the sturdy shop owner really trusts the things in his shop and did not lie.

Carl glanced at him.

Data flow.

The polygraph based on physiological reactions ended.

He did not lie, or in his subjective opinion, he did not lie, but it is not ruled out that there are special prostheses to help him adjust..

The basic trust is there, you can try it first.

Carl looked at the weapon closest to him, which was a very common Constitution Military Defender light machine gun.

This light machine gun is often seen in street gunfights, and is often used by those who have been modified with gorilla arms and subcutaneous armor. Let them take this gun and even fight one against a hundred in street gunfights. Carl has seen a lot of them in past missions;

And the light machine gun he noticed was obviously modified by the previous owner. Carl can clearly see the design that fits the palm from some of its details, which can make the holder hold it more steadily when using this machine gun.

Interesting.

Just looking at this gun, Carl can think of the scene when it is used.

A mercenary or gang member is fighting against many people alone, holding this kinetic light machine gun to face the enemy, while shooting wildly, while using the strength of his arms to suppress the raised muzzle, facing the bullets sweeping from the opposite side, and walking straight towards the enemy.

"This gun looks unusual."

Carl looked up at the burly shopkeeper: "What's the origin of this gun?"

The shopkeeper just followed Carl's line of sight, glanced at it casually, and gave an answer: "Have you heard of a legendary mercenary named Sunrise in Night City in the past? This is what the mercenary used at the time."

"Sunrise?"

Listening to the shopkeeper's pronunciation, Carl compared various languages ​​in his mind and determined that he was talking about 'Sunrise', which means sunrise in English.

And Carl happened to be familiar with this name.

Carl had certainly heard of the legendary mercenary Sunrise.

He might not have known it before, but after getting familiar with the members of Mann's team, he more or less knew some of the past situations of the members of Mann's team.

The father of the siblings Pyrrha and Rebecca was once the legendary mercenary Sunrise in Night City. Although his name may not be as famous as Carl's now, he was also an important presence in the Afterlife Bar when he was active;

Under his protection, Pyrrha and Rebecca once enjoyed a comfortable life. However, with his disappearance and the disappearance of Rebecca's mother when she was six years old, their lives changed drastically;

The former partners in the Sunrise team used all means to rob him of the inheritance he left for his children, and even the bank deposits disappeared mysteriously, leaving the two young children on the streets without support.

Fortunately, among Sunrise's acquaintances, there are middlemen like Okada Wakako who are nostalgic. With her help and support,

Pyrrha took care of his sister Rebecca while taking stable jobs provided by Okada Wakako on the street. This job provided them with a guarantee of life until they met Mann and joined his team.

This experience involving Pyrrha and Rebecca is not very bizarre, nor is it common. It can only be said to be a very ordinary street girl story. However, if this gun is really owned by the mercenary Sunrise, it is quite interesting.

"I remember that Mann and his men seem to be in Dog Town now, so I'll buy some gifts for them."

Thinking so, Carl asked about the price of the gun, and then got a slightly exaggerated number.

"10,000 euros?"

Dare to ask for 10,000 euros for a gun that is not known to be real?

Although it is nothing to spend this little money for a familiar friend, Carl does not want to be a sucker. As the saying goes, who knows whether this gun is real or fake.

"If you are not satisfied, you can choose not to buy it."

The sturdy shopkeeper only said this sentence. Obviously, he did not intend to give Carl any discount or explanation.

The attitude he showed was to buy it or not.

Whether this was overconfidence in the authenticity of his goods or the attitude he showed, Carl was not sure, but when he glanced at the remaining weapons the next moment, his eyes paused.

His sight stopped at a weapon in the middle of the cloth, which was a pistol.

"Can I pick this thing up and have a look?"

"Yes, but not for more than thirty seconds."

After getting the permission of the burly shop owner, Carl picked up the pistol without hesitation, checked it briefly, and smiled.

"It seems that the things you sell are all genuine, shop owner."

Karl's words stunned the shopkeeper. For the first time, this shopkeeper, who had a very indifferent attitude, had an inexplicable look on his face.

He had always only listened to customers who wanted to verify the authenticity for themselves. This was the first time he heard this kind of customer take the initiative to praise that what he was selling was genuine.

Although he is indeed confident that what he sells is genuine, why does he feel that this customer is more confident than himself?

Looking at the pistol in the young customer's hand, the shopkeeper thought for a while and introduced it: "This gun is..."

"No need, I know who this gun belongs to and how much it costs."

The shopkeeper who was interrupted mid-sentence was stunned for a moment again. He was even more confused by Karl's way of playing cards that didn't follow the rules at all, but he still subconsciously said the price: "Twenty thousand a handful. , after all this is..."

"This is KK's gun, right."

Karl held the humble letter in his hand and smiled broadly.

Long time no see, old man.

Ever since I lost both hands on that trip and you flew to who knows where, I never thought that I would see you again one day.

"Here's thirty thousand euros."

Carl glanced at the shopkeeper. Before the shopkeeper could react, his 30,000 euros had already arrived.

"Obviously I haven't mentioned my account yet!'

The shop owner's pupils shrank sharply, and then he looked at the young man who picked up two guns and wanted to leave, but subconsciously stopped him.

"Wait a moment."

"Well, is there anything else?"

The young man turned around.

"Don't you think it's expensive?"

"What's the price?"

Carl smiled brightly.

"Do you think you are better at spending money than me?"

A mere 20,000 euros, nothing compared to the meeting with the old man. After all, if this strong man or the person behind the acquisition hadn't retrieved the gun for him from the ruins of who knows where, Carl and this old friend with some memories will be missed,

For this meeting, even if the gun is his own, it doesn't matter if he pays 20,000 euros.

There must be some reward for finding lost and found property. As for why 20,000 yuan was given, I can only say...

I'd love to.