Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 149 8 I am V

Chapter 149 8. I am V
There are six cars in total, so let's scrap two of them first.

Data flowed, and with the assistance of T-BUG, Carl smoothly connected to the control systems of the two fastest cars.

If it was some old-fashioned cars without control systems, Carl would be dreaming of hacking into the car and controlling it. However, it happened that the group of guys behind him, who might be night-wandering ghosts, had modified the vehicle very seriously. A good 'Thunder Corby C240T' was installed with all kinds of auxiliary machine guns and spikes. In this case, it would be too easy to control it.

After accessing and confirming the control, Carl gave an order without hesitation.

'Engine self-destructs.'

You are really courting death by driving this kind of modified car and racing with a car with hackers.

"boom!"

In the explosion caused by the engine detonation, the people in the two cars were killed, and the pursuing vehicles near the two cars were more or less affected, and one of them even spun to one side.

"Oliver, now!"

"I've prepared it long ago!"

Jack on the roof of the car roared, causing Oliver to suddenly turn the steering wheel. The centrifugal force generated by the rapid turn of the vehicle almost threw Carl out of the car.

However, you definitely can't care so much at this time.

"Kill them."

After opening his eyes, Carl held the gun tightly, looked at the vehicle that appeared in front of him due to the turn of the car, leaned out of the window and started shooting.

"Let's have some explosions, assholes!"

Leaving the driving to the vehicle control system, Oliver started the Swanwestin.

Then he took out a pile of grenades from the central armrest box between the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat. When the vehicle entered the convoy and passed through, he stuck his head out of the window and scattered the grenades with the rings pulled out like flowers from the sky.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

Amid the continuous explosions, Oliver grabbed the steering wheel again and gave the middle finger to the destroyed vehicle wreckage lying on the ground in the rearview mirror.

"If you dare to race against grandpa, wait until next life!"

"You guys really have road rage."

After turning around and shooting to kill the group of people who had jumped out of the car in an emergency, Jack tapped the roof of the car lightly with the butt of his gun, indicating that he could drive slower.

"So, who are these guys?"

When the few of them drove back and looked at the bodies and vehicle wreckage on the ground, Oliver, who got out of the car, asked this key question.

The other side opened fire, so in order to fight back, they killed all of them without even figuring out their identities.

"The devil knows."

Carl kicked the gun fragments on the wasteland: "They got into trouble for no reason, and died for no reason. They didn't even struggle to save their lives for us to torture them."

"We obviously didn't hold back when we dealt with them, so why are you blaming them?"

Jack turned over several bodies that had been shot to death, and then saw a symbol on their clothes.

This sign.
"It's really a night-walking ghost."

"The Whirlpool Gang in the Bad Land, I now understand that what he said is true, there are so many crazy people."

Karl shook his head: "We only have one car. Normally, we wouldn't have any serious gains. But they blocked the convoy right away. This is a crazy way of thinking. I don't understand it."

"Who cares? Compared to this, I am more concerned about whether there is anything worth looting from these guys."

Oliver turned over the body, but after searching for a long time, he only found a few hundred euros.

"Three hundred and thirty euros? No, that's too poor!"

"What do you expect from a night-wandering ghost in the Bad Land who lives from day to day?" Carl pointed at the destroyed vehicle and said, "The modified vehicle that they spent all their money on has been destroyed by us."

"The Night City Vortex Gang and the Badlands Nightwalkers, one who transformed himself, the other who transformed his car. To us, they are just a bunch of poor ghosts with nothing on their bodies."

Oliver shook his head helplessly: "Come on, let's get on with our journey. How's the contact with Dakota Smith going?"

"She said she had hired a special vagrant for us and he was waiting for us in the abandoned town ahead. She said she waived the agency fee for this job and used the 30,000 euros to find a qualified candidate. So the person who came this time will be someone very capable."

What Carl said made Jack understand something:
"The middleman waived the agency fee. She is so kind. Does she want us to help her next time?"

"It wasn't explicitly stated, but that's what it meant. However, they did help us get away with it once, so we have to accept that favor."

"Anything except some stupid shit like Faraday."

Dissing Faraday every day has almost become a habit for Oliver.

The group didn't talk about this topic for long because people were waiting for them and it would be inconvenient for them to continue chatting, so after packing up, they set off again.

The destination was not far away. After resolving these minor issues on the road, we drove for another half an hour and the abandoned town appeared in front of us.

"Karl, what did the homeless person we contacted say?"

"He sent a message. He seemed to have noticed us approaching. He asked if the approaching car was us. He was very alert. I have replied. They are watching us from the roof of the small bungalow at the entrance of the town."

"I've got it locked."

T-BUG's voice sounded: "There are three people up there. The one leading is already going down, and the other two are still on the second floor."

"Three of us, one person will go down to negotiate?"

As Oliver was muttering, the car stopped at the entrance of the town. Carl, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with the squeeze, urged Jack to get out of the car. He also got out of the car. When he looked up, he saw a young man with short black hair approaching in the distance.

"He looks quite young, is he reliable?"

Oliver's words made Carl almost roll his eyes at him.

Who are you hinting at?

"Come on, we'll know whether it's a mule or a horse after we take it out for a walk."

Carl, as the negotiator, walked towards the young man with short black hair, while Oliver and Jack stood there with their arms folded, waiting.

"Are you the person who entrusted you with this mission?"

After the black-haired young man walked over and said this, he looked at Karl carefully and added: “You are quite young, are you reliable?”

What a fool.

This was Carl's first impression of him. Generally speaking, he wouldn't say this in front of the client.

Putting this thought aside, Carl took the initiative to extend his hand to show friendliness.

"What's your name? I'm KK."

"KK?"