Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 172 31. How exaggerated!
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Exhaling a breath of white air in the slightly cold night air, Carl watched the car that picked up the dangerous girl detective and Kenichi Shiro go away, and turned his head to look at Jade beside him: "Aren't you ready to leave yet?"

"You have to accompany the customer to deliver the goods."

Jed pointed at the things around him that he had packed and placed on the back of the mechanical dog and transported to the edge of the North Oak District: "Customer, you don't care about the fact that only half of the meat is left, so I can't be lacking in service."

"I think you can make up for it by using the fried pork chops that his kitchen made for me after you dealt with that scumbag just now."

Carl recalled the taste of the deep-fried pork chop that he and Kenichi Shiro had tasted before: "Your cooking skills are worth this apology. The pork chop was cooked perfectly, with the right amount of crispiness. It is the best pork chop I have eaten since I came to Night City."

"As long as you like it."

Hearing Carl's praise, Jed felt a little embarrassed. He had cooked an ordinary dish in a room full of bloody smell, so he really didn't deserve such praise.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about this. After all, even my boss praised you."

Carl said, "It's amazing that he can say it tastes good with that calm face. His expression and words are like two different people. It's amazing."

Speaking of this, Jed felt that Carl was more amazing because he cooked him right there in the bloody villa just because he was hungry.

"what"

Carl yawned and felt a little sleepy. In front of them, an NCPD law enforcement vehicle was slowly driving towards them.

"Too slow, Mr. Johnson."

"I haven't told you yet about you transferring the NCPD's line directly to your own port, Carl."

Johnson got out of the police car and said, "I gave you the operator channel, but I didn't ask you to use it directly. I thought you would use the monitoring method."

"So, Mr. Johnson, have you dealt with it?"

"Of course. Really, it would take me half an hour to be busy just for your spur of the moment."

Johnson looked at the lazy Carl helplessly and said, "Don't do that again if something like this happens. I can accept everything else, but writing a report or something like that will cost me my life."

"It must be your fault, Mr. Johnson, for not studying hard before."

"It's hard to handle government reports even if you study hard."

Johnson raised his hand, pointed his thumb at the law enforcers behind him, and said to Karl and Jed, "How about it, I'll take you back."

"Just take Jed there. My friend is coming to pick me up. Oh, and take the meat from the dog with you."

"Meat?"

Johnson looked at the thing on the back of the bionic mechanical dog, which was firmly fixed with a bracket, and his expression changed a little: "You are not going to ask me to collect the body again, are you? The body of such a powerful person is not easy to collect."

"Don't worry. The body of the noble was taken away by the trauma team in a hovercraft not long after he died. There is pork in here, half of which was wasted by that guy. Mr. Johnson, take this meat back and make a barbecue with your team. Just consider it my apology for bothering you."

"pork."

Johnson looked at the large bag on the back of the mechanical dog and realized that the pork Carl was talking about might not be the so-called synthetic pork, but the real pork.
Johnson swallowed his saliva: "You are bribing the police officer, do you know?" "Don't bribe, I thought about bringing you a meal of homemade braised pork, but when I called you, you were busy with police work, right? Bring it back for the team to taste, and..."

Carl spread his hands: "Is it strange that NCPD accepted bribes?"

"It's like I won't accept it. I'm just reminding you."

Johnson, who was particularly strong when carrying meat, easily carried the remaining 100 pounds of pork and put it in the trunk of the law enforcer, which was originally used to hold the prisoners. "If you continue to help like this, the people on my team will want to become your personal army out of gratitude."

"Now the NCPD is essentially taking money from various forces and dividing up the private armed forces into various factions."

"That's true, but I originally thought that my team wouldn't be like this."

Johnson complained: "Who would have thought that I defended the company and the upper management but failed to defend you. Now, when the people in my team heard that you were in trouble, they might come faster than me."

"Come on Mr. Johnson, this is not a private army."

Carl said, "Why don't I help those of you who can do things, but help those who only know how to take bribes but don't work?"

"You're wrong, Carl. In your opinion, you are only helping us out of kindness, but we can't forget this favor."

Johnson asked Jed to get into the police car. "In Night City, being able to show equal kindness and help others without asking for anything in return is already a very remarkable and admirable thing. I just want you to know."

The doors were closed, the windows were open, and the engine was started.

"If you have any problems, don't forget that we can help you too."

"It's the same for us, Carl. If you have any transportation issues, don't forget us. Everyone knows about this and wants to repay us!"

In the passenger seat, Jed also leaned out and waved goodbye to Carl.

Then, the vehicle turned, circled, and drove away into the distance.

"What an exaggeration."

Carl shook his head and didn't pay much attention to what Johnson and Jed said. He touched the bionic robot dog that came close to him and focused his attention on it:

"When Oliver and Jack come, you have to bring them and T-BUG along and ask everyone to help you come up with a name. Then we'll install some special equipment for you, so that you'll have a guard dog for your vehicle when you go out in the future."

We can't always put security equipment in the car, that would be too troublesome. To prevent car thieves, we have to use proper dogs that can guard the house.

The bionic mechanical dog, at least in appearance, looks like a dog.

Cardo took a few glances at the mechanical dog and found that the color scheme of the synthetic leather and bionic hair covered with this thing was, in general, mainly black and white, and it looked like
Husky?
No, this color combination is very strange. If Carl were to describe it, it would probably be more like .
panda?

Panda dog, what a strange look.

It looks silly, but in combat, its strength is comparable to that of a professional security guard. The machine gun on its back is expected to have the same firepower as the Type 31 heavy machine gun of military technology.
The bionic mechanical animal technology these days is really amazing.

(End of this chapter)