Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 11. The company dog ​​appears
"Jack, come over and have a drink with us."

Jack Wells had just walked into the Wild Wolf Bar when the member of the Valentino Gang, who had just shouted to Mrs. Wells that he wanted to have a drink with Jack, immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to wave to Jack to come over and sit with them.

Before Jack could say anything, Mrs. Wells, who was holding a plate, stopped them first: "Jack, you're just in time. Come over and help me deliver these things to the two guests over there."

"I know, Mom."

Having been drafted into the army just after returning home, Jack Wells could only express his apologies to his friends who invited him to drink with his eyes. He took the plate steadily from his mother's hand, walked towards Carl and Oliver, put the plates down for them, and sat down next to them.

"What's your name, mano (brother)?"

Jack Wells, the real person appeared in front of him, but to Carl, who had met Victor before, well, he was just ordinary.

"Karl."

Karl picked up the sweet tea he had poured into the glass and took a sip: "You can call me KK."

This sweet tea tastes like iced black tea.

"Oliver."

Oliver also picked up his bottle of cold beer and gestured to Jack: "Your name is Jack, I just heard it, let's drink together, I don't mind meeting new friends."

"That's just right."

Originally, Jack was just a little worried about his mother's bar because he saw these strange mercenaries, so he came to test the bar. However, he found that these two people were not as dangerous as he had imagined, so he immediately accepted Oliver's invitation.

He got up and ran to the bar in his house. After getting a bottle of beer like Oliver's under his mother's nagging, Jack also cut a plate of Spanish ham slices (ingredients unknown) and brought them over. On the way over, he did not forget to apologize to Valentino who had invited him just now on behalf of his friends: "I may have something to do later today, so I won't drink with you. I'll stay here to accompany my new friends."

"Then you must come next time."

"Of course!"

Jack, with a smile on his face, put down the slice of Spanish ham, sat down, and took a big sip of beer.

After finishing his drink, Jack looked at the two people again and said, "Let's eat some ham together. It looks like you two friends are mercenaries?"

"The team was just formed yesterday and hasn't received a single mission yet."

Carl drank his iced tea and stuffed a piece of French fries into his mouth. He found that the fries were fried crispy and delicious. "I heard that I might find a job at the Wild Wolf Bar, so I came here early in the morning."

"Is this the team that was just formed yesterday?"

Jack heard Karl's words, and surprise flashed in his eyes: "Looking at your outfits, you don't look like them. Is there someone guiding you from behind?"

Mercenaries who have just entered the industry often do not understand the importance of weapons and armor. Even though the Wild Wolf Bar is full of mercenaries who do not even have middlemen, they have experienced life and death several times and seen countless teammates die before they realize the importance of bulletproof vests or subcutaneous armor. They have only seen those legendary glorious scenes on the streets, and there are many young people who just want to become mercenaries without any preparation.

"I guess I got help from a prosthetic doctor named Victor. He's really a good guy."

Oliver didn't think too much about Jack, who looked honest and trustworthy, and not as fierce as he had been when he came in. He just said it was not a big deal. Carl noticed that Jack was a very careful person, and he was tricked into talking to Oliver after just two words.

But this really doesn't matter, so Carl stuffed a few more fries into his mouth.

This stuff is indeed fried and delicious, but unfortunately the Wild Wolf Bar does not provide pepper salt or ketchup, not even mayonnaise.

"Victor?"

Hearing this familiar name, Jack immediately realized that the Victor mentioned by Oliver was most likely the Victor he knew.

"Is that Victor from Watson?"

"Well, do you know him too?"

"Of course, brother, we are old acquaintances."

The smile on Jack's face became even brighter, and he gave up the last bit of temptation in his heart towards Oliver and Carl. Anyone who could be helped by Old Wei actively could not be a bad person. Now it seems that he is really going to have two more friends.

After Carl joined the conversation, they chatted for a few more words about Lao Wei, and then Jack talked about his own situation: "I am now a mercenary who has just entered the industry not long ago, just like you. I have already taken on a few tasks, but they are all small matters;
As for the middleman, I know one, but I feel that my level is not high enough, and I don't want to bother him yet. I want to improve myself first, so that at least other middlemen can assign tasks to me based on my strength rather than my relationship."

"You have ambitions, Jack. Unlike me, I always rely on my dad and sister. If it weren't for Carl, I wouldn't have thought of how to get out on my own."

Oliver really admired Jack for being a man who had completed several missions and had connections without using a middleman. However, he glanced and noticed that Carl was almost finishing his fries while chatting.

Jack had already noticed the almost empty plate in front of Carl, and said with a little pride: "Carl, how do these fries taste? My mom fries them, and I've been eating them with corn chips since I was a child and never get tired of them."

"It does taste good, but I think it would be better with some ketchup."

"Yeah, I think so too, but my mother has never been willing to do so. She likes the original flavor." Jack felt that he and Carl got along very well in this regard. His tone was a little excited, and he wanted to drag Carl to give his mother some advice. However, before he could do so, a new customer walked in from outside the Wild Wolf Bar.

"Those in suits and ties are corporate dogs."

Oliver lowered his voice and spoke, and just as he said, the person who walked into the Wild Wolf Bar with a frown was a female company employee who was well-dressed and made up. She looked pretty, but her appearance was ruined by her arrogant demeanor.

"Keep your voice down, or we'll get bitten by the dog."

Jack also lowered his voice and put on a mocking smile on his face.

Not many people would like to see corporate dogs who work for big companies, look down on ordinary people, but kneel faster than anyone else to those above them.

"She looked over here."

While Jack and Oliver were talking with their heads down, Carl's calm voice immediately made them raise their heads, and then the two of them looked at the corporate dog in high heels walking towards them with a glare on his face.

"I heard it. What kind of prosthetic hearing is so sharp?"

(End of this chapter)