Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 186 45. Super Dream Recording
When the police officers were almost done cleaning up, Carl walked up to Johnson and was about to say hello to him and leave when a police officer in uniform approached cautiously with something in his hand.

"Is something wrong?"

Johnson, who originally wanted to talk to Karl, glanced at the police officer. The expression he showed to this subordinate was not like that to other subordinates. He was a little serious: "Did you find anything during the search?"

"No uncle, just"

This female police officer, who looked about the same age as Oliver, was a little afraid of Johnson. From the way she addressed him, she seemed to be Johnson's junior.

"It's called a job title at work!"

"Yes, Sheriff Johnson."

"Ah."

After nodding to his junior, Johnson said, "What's the matter?"

"Actually, I recorded Mewtwo before."

"kindness?"

Johnson's voice made the female police officer lower her head unconsciously. She raised the recording device in her hands with both hands and presented it to Carl, who heard Mewtwo and looked over keenly.

"I was originally planning to record the duty records, but with the addition of Mr. Carl and the Terrorist Squad, I think this Mewtwo might become popular."

Ordinary Mewtwo with street gang fights is in short supply, not to mention Mewtwo with heavyweight characters such as Carl and the Terrorist Squad. In this police Mewtwo, the recording is still from a bystander's perspective. It can be foreseen that there are no prohibited elements, and the audience's acceptance is wider. Perhaps it will not be difficult to even top the list of Mewtwo in Night City this month.

Mewtwo will be popular.

Karl heard the hidden meaning of this: "You want to sell it?"

"Well, the NCPD duty records of the Chaomeng store are all from my business and the money I made."

The female police officer glanced at Johnson and said, "It can be used to help the sheriff get through to higher-ups."

"what?"

Johnson was stunned when he heard this: "Make connections, what are you talking about?"

"Uncle, you don't think that your promotion from police sergeant to police captain is really because of your merits, right? Uncle, you are too honest. If you don't pay, how can you get promoted? You have been a police sergeant for many years."

The female police officer shrank her head and said, "If you don't get married and focus on your work instead of trying to curry favor with your superiors, they will only treat you as a tool."

Hearing his niece's words, Johnson was a little bit unbelievable: "What did you do behind this promotion?!"

He was promoted from police captain to sheriff. Wasn't it because he handled the cyberpsychosis incident? Wasn't that enough credit?
"I didn't want to tell you, but Mr. Carl is here this time. I have to ask for his permission to sell Mewtwo. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother telling you this. Why do you think I always ask for pocket money? Why is my father always in financial difficulties? Why do other people in the team often do private things? Isn't it to collect enough money for you to bribe the people above?"

The female police officer said: "You obviously know how to accept bribes from companies to improve the conditions in the team, but why don't you know how to bribe the people above you? If you don't pay, there is no way you will be promoted in the police station."

Hearing this shocking fact, Johnson subconsciously glanced around at the NCPD officers around him, but everyone in his team lowered their heads, as if they didn't hear it.

"Then the deputy director, that bastard who usually has a stern face, called me over and praised me with a disgusting look, saying that I finally grew up. What he meant was..."

Johnson understood.

This means that enough money has been paid.

"I really thought he was crazy."

While Johnson was a little distracted, the female police officer was already looking at Carl expectantly.

"Mr. Carl, is that okay?" "I don't mind."

Carl thought for a moment and said, "When marking them, just don't put on the cyberpsychopathic label. If you put it on, remember to mark them as members of the Terrorist Mobile Team."

"Thank you very much!"

The female police officer, who was obviously older than Carl but was extremely respectful to Carl, showed a delighted expression: "This super dream film will definitely be popular. If it is sold, maybe it can improve the equipment of the team, or help uncle to operate further."

"There's someone I know who's becoming more and more powerful in the NCPD. It sounds like they're trying to plant someone in the police station."

Jack, who had come over to tell Carl to leave, listened to the whole conversation and couldn't help but say, "It feels really amazing. I used to be caught by NCPD on the streets a lot."

"Jack, if you commit a crime in front of me, I will arrest you too."

Johnson, who had recovered a little, still responded to Jack's words.

"You are a well-known troublemaker in the Heywood District within our police station. If it weren't for our acquaintance, I would have warned you long ago."

"Don't worry, I'm very honest now."

Jack winked at Carl. “Is that so, brother?”

"You don't even believe what you said. I don't want to go to Mr. Johnson to pick him up. It will be embarrassing."

After Karl complained, he nodded to the female police officer:
"When Mewtwo is done, send me a copy. I've seen the NCPD duty records you recorded. I really like the one in the fourth episode where you're facing the Uzumaki Gang emptying the magazine. It's high-quality and beautiful. Oh, I almost forgot, do you know my address?"

"No, can you add me as a contact?"

It's quite novel. After interacting with middlemen who always know my number and address, I almost assume that everyone knows my number and address.

After exchanging contact numbers with the female police officer, Carl also said goodbye to the NCPD including Johnson:
"There is nothing for us to do here. See you all next time."

"Wait a minute Carl, there's something else."

As Johnson was speaking, a remittance message came in.

"You forgot that this matter is over and it's time to collect the money."

If Mr. Johnson hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten about it.

Carl took the job, so he still has to collect his pay.

Carl looked at the money that came into his account.

"Ten thousand euros, exactly. The order is settled."

As a mercenary, this deal represents the end of this time.

Karl waved his hand: “If you have such a good job in the future, remember to call me again.”

Watching Carl and Jack get on the Sky Hera driven by Oliver and fly away, Johnson praised Carl for his good work, but he looked at Andy on the ground who had been controlled, injected with anesthetics, and was now in a coma.

"Is it easy to live?"

Sigh.

"Besides you, which other mercenary would seek justice for others for 10,000 euros and dare to face the terrorist squad?"

(End of this chapter)