Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 145 4. Mission and meeting blue eyes again

"Afterlife, I love afterlife so much."

"Jack, this isn't the first time you've come here, so why is that so?"

“You don’t understand Karl. Isn’t it a new life every time you come? Otherwise, how can it be called the next life?”

Emeric Bronson, the bodyguard at the gate of the next life, looked at the three members of Carl's team approaching, didn't say anything, but silently made way.

"Good evening, Emeric."

When Carl saw Emeric, he stopped talking to Jack and enthusiastically greeted this afterlife bodyguard whom he had only seen for a few seconds.

"Good evening, KK."

Nodding, Emeric reached out and pushed open the door of the bar. Then, the familiar green light shone out, casting a green glow on the bodies of several people.

“It still smells like hell.”

Shaking his head, Carl walked into the bar and sat down at the bar with Oliver and Jack.

When Claire, the bartender from the next life, saw the three people sitting down, she took the initiative to come over and smiled at them.

"What would you like to drink today?"

"Just three sodas, no drinking today."

Jack said this, and Claire, who didn't drink, understood something. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled understandingly: "Looking for a job?"

"You can't get drunk while waiting for work."

"Do you want me to help you spread the word? With your fame, I don't know how many people want to find you to do work but don't have a way to get you in. I guess people will come to chat with you soon. I'll pour you soda water right away. Do you want it cold?"

"Then do us a favor and say we're waiting for work. Three cold drinks."

"Okay, please wait."

Claire said this and turned to the other side.

"Would you like to order something else to eat? Drinking water alone is tasteless."

Jack turned to look at Carl, but was greeted with a roll of the eyes from Carl.

"Come on, I know there's nothing good to eat here. I saw it last time I was here. It's just vending machine food. I'd rather not eat that."

"Young Master's food requirements are still so high. If you were the person in charge of the Whole Foods factory, I doubt I would have to worry about eating weird things in the Whole Foods factory."

"Come on, I won't eat anything from Whole Foods even if I'm in charge."

Time passed quickly as Carl's team chatted casually. When Claire brought them three glasses of soda, which made Oliver feel like going to the bathroom, someone came to them.

Judging from the way the person came, he was just an ordinary office dog. After he found Carl and the others, he didn't say anything else. He just came over to say a word and handed over a note.

"This is the number of a gentleman who has booked a mission with you in advance."

Carl looked at the office dog as he put down the note and walked away, thinking about the content of his words.

"Have you booked the mission in advance?"

Are there people like this?
Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

It was the figure of a middle-aged man with an artificial eye that glowed blue.

'I will contact you as soon as your mission is over.'

Carl had some impression of this blue-eyed man who had mysteriously approached Carl and his two companions when they were drinking in the Wild Wolf Bar, and who immediately told them that they were carrying out a mission commissioned by military technology to investigate the cyborg.

At that time, I remember that I was confused for a moment. I didn't even add the communication method, so how could he contact me? Now it seems that it is not difficult for him to find me.

Jack also recalled the middle-aged blue-eyed man who acted mysterious and spoke strangely. He stared at the note on the table and then looked at Carl: "What does this mission say?"

"We don't have any missions right now, so let's take a look. If there's a problem with the mission and we haven't paid the deposit, we can just not take it. Although that guy seems to have some intelligence connections, his cooperation is so weird that it's not reassuring."

Karl said this, picked up the note on the table, and then called the number on it.

"drop."

Almost at the moment the call was made, the call was connected, as if the other party knew that Carl would call within this time and was waiting there.

"Hey, are you the one from before?"

"If you mean the middle-aged man with blue eyes who approached you at the Wild Wolf Bar, that was me."

There was indeed a strange flavor to the way he spoke, as if he was describing something from a very objective perspective.

"So, you know we are free now, and you plan to discuss with us the long-term mission you mentioned before?"

"That's right. But before that mission, I believe that your trust in me has not yet reached the passing line. Therefore, we can carry out a basic cooperation to get to know each other and establish a better foundation of trust."

"It sounds like you're a middleman. What's your name? What's the mission?"

Could it be someone like Faraday?

When Karl was guessing this, the other party's voice came over along with documents and a sum of money.

"You can decide what to call me. The file has been transferred. There is also a deposit. If you are willing to accept it and build a foundation of trust, you can collect it after reading it."

Although he speaks in a strange and formal way, he is very generous.

Seeing that the deposit was a full 60,000, Carl became curious about what kind of task this guy would give.

“Can I send the file to my teammates?”

"Good partnership is the first step to mission success."

I mean, it should be possible?
After talking to Oliver and Jack, Carl sent the file over and opened it to read it himself.

Then, the key words caught his attention.

Military technology, Engineer Thomas Stein, Wanderers, Kidnapping
A military technology engineer, a man named Thomas Stan, was attacked by a group of vagrants called Night Walkers outside the city while following a transport convoy. The entire transport convoy was hijacked, and he was the only one who survived. He was also kidnapped, and biological monitoring could not find any trace of him. The middle-aged man with blue eyes hoped that Carl and others could go to the Badlands to find the trace of this group of vagrants and rescue Thomas Stan.

Someone from military technology?

Could it be that the middle-aged man with blue eyes is from the military technology department?

This would explain why he knew the information about Cyborg and came to me after I completed the mission, because he was an insider and naturally knew the news.

But
Carl felt something strange.

When he was talking to the blue-eyed middle-aged man, his attitude towards both Arasaka and military technology was as if no secret could be hidden from him. There was also a kind of bland, neutral and condescending feeling in his words. Could such a person be someone who works with military technology?
Hard to understand.

I don't understand.

Company affairs are troublesome.

However, trouble always has its benefits.
Carl stared at the amount written in the appendix by Blue Eyes after completion.

The rewards for company-related tasks are really so generous.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand.
One hundred and fifty thousand.

It’s almost the same amount of money that was used to deal with former Lieutenant James Norris.

(End of this chapter)