Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 101 79. Car and Subway
After the two scavengers in the lounge were taken care of, the remaining five scavengers did not survive long in front of Carl's team. It took them about two minutes from the time they entered the door to handle everything.

"You have to wash yourself well when you come to my house later."

Looking at David, who had fired four shots in the previous battle and killed two scavengers in total, including the one killed by the knife, Carl commented on the blood on his body: "But now I understand why Arasaka always likes red and black clothes. It turns out that this is stained with blood, but it's not too obvious."

“Did I do it?”

Smelling the blood, David began to breathe heavily after the battle.

"Of course you did, David."

Oliver slapped him on the back, almost making David stumble: "I told you, you did a great job. You are now qualified to have a good meal of braised pork."

"It's obviously me who's going to cook, why do you make it sound like you're the one doing it?"

Karl complained and asked David: "How about it, David, can you still eat it?"

"I can."

David adapted quickly: "I'm Black Chao Meng, not for nothing."

"That's fine. You can keep the Kenshin. I'll recommend a gun store on the way to school that has discounts for buying four boxes of bullets together. Then you can go to the shooting range to practice reloading and aiming. It's a bit of a waste of bullets to kill one person with four bullets."

"One out of four, David's shooting skills are pretty good."

Jack searched the scavenger's suite and found nothing valuable except some second-hand junk prosthetics. He then went to their computer and looked through the email records:
"It is indeed this group of people. They haven't deleted the threatening email they sent to Lao Wei. Let me see, there are also records of their kidnapping."

"This way, it might be easier for NCPD to find the victim's family."

After sending a message to Johnson, Carl took a bag full of things and handed it to David.

"what is this?"

"It's the scavenger's gun. I picked it up when I was checking it. It's not of good quality. You can find a weapons store to sell it for some money. You can use it as pocket money."

Carl and his friends are no longer interested in the money that this kind of gun can earn now, but it is just right for David, who is using it for the first time.

"Can I?"

David was a little surprised and delighted when he saw the money Carl handed to him, which was his first income.

"You've dealt with two of the seven, which is more than me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Carl stuffed the bag into David's arms. "But you have to be careful not to let your mother find out. Since she has worked so hard to support you to go to Arasaka Academy, she must have thought that it would be best for you not to get involved in street things. You have basically learned almost everything this time. Next, you just need to go to the gun store occasionally to practice continuously. We don't have anything else to teach you."

There is nothing more to teach you. This sentence is of course a lie, but Carl said it anyway.

After all, David's family is not a family with a strong gang atmosphere like Oliver and Jack's, so it is better for him not to get involved too much in the mercenaries on the streets.

"There's nothing to teach me."

David heard the hidden meaning in Carl's words, which was that this time was the last time.

Really, just seeing the world.
In his heart, David couldn't help but compare the current acceptance with the rejection he had in school. Compared to going to school, perhaps what he longed for more in his heart was the same mercenary life as Carl and the others.

But he also knew that this was indeed the end, because.
Thinking back to his mother's hard work and her expectations of him, and looking at Carl, Oliver, and Jack, David didn't say anything willful after all, but just nodded: "I understand."

"But I'm still willing to come to my place for free meals."

Karl smiled and patted David on the shoulder: "I don't mind friends coming to my house for dinner. It's a good opportunity to test my cooking skills."

"Ah."

With David nodding and the sound of police sirens approaching in the distance, this pre-dinner exercise was over, and now it was time to go get paid. "Mr. Johnson."

After going downstairs, Carl talked to Johnson who came over about the relevant matters, and handed him the small piece of paper he had picked up when he left.

"Old William Hot Dog?"

Johnson looked at the piece of paper in his hand, feeling a little puzzled.

"When we were dealing with the scavengers before, two residents gave us a promotional flyer. I think the picture is okay, so I recommend it to you."

"Please recommend something to me that you haven't even tried yourself."

"Since they didn't make any noise to disturb us, let's do them a small favor."

Carl was originally planning to strike up a conversation with Johnson, perhaps asking him to come over to his place after get off work and get some meat, when Jack's voice came from a distance.

"Karl, this is not good."

"what happened?"

When Carl looked over, he saw David and Jack gathered around his car, and Oliver had a very ugly look on his face.

"When we went up, a car thief pried open the car door. Although he didn't drive away, he damaged all our tires."

"what?"

Carl walked over quickly to take a look and found that it was true. There were obvious signs of lock picking on the car door. Judging from the gap between the car door and the car body, the other party's actions were very urgent.

"How could we encounter such a thing?"

When Jack was hanging around on the streets, he had done a lot of car thefts like this, but he didn't expect that he would be pecked in the eye by a goose after hunting geese all day, and the old car thief had his car stolen today.

"Well, that's nothing to be angry about though."

Karl looked at Oliver’s gloomy face and continued, “But we may have to take the subway back today.”

"Don't let me find that little thief, or I'll have to hang him up and beat him with my belt."

Oliver, who obviously had the deepest feelings for cars among the group, said this harshly.

He could understand those who made a living on the streets, but it was another matter if they messed with him. If he really caught a thief, although he would not kill the car thief as easily as the company dog, he would definitely give him a good beating.

Carl shook his head, quickly accepting this as the biggest damage of the day, and looked at Johnson who was walking over.

"Mr. Johnson, we'll make a car repair call later. Can you stay here and let the people over there take my car to be repaired? We have something to do tonight and have to go back early."

"It's okay, go ahead. After all, you have done us a great service today. This is nothing. Go back early."

Johnson glanced at David, whose uniform was stained with blood: "He needs a good shower too."

"Sorry to bother you, but this is not a big deal."

Carl, who had changed his clothes in the vehicle before the mission, thought about it and asked David to change into the Arasaka uniform he had left in the car.

"There's a little height difference, so you put on your clothes first. Take the bag with your clothes and come to my house to wash them."

Under Carl's instructions, David, carrying two bags containing guns and clothes, followed Carl, Jack and Oliver to the subway he took every day to and from school.

The moment he stepped onto the subway, he suddenly noticed a flash of white out of the corner of his eye.

(End of this chapter)