Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 19 19. We've arrived
"Did you guys do a big job this time?"

In Victor's prosthetic clinic, Victor asked casually while treating Jack's wounds.

"I guess so. It was a company dog's mission. I almost lost my life there."

Jack said, "We sold the guns and other things. Each person got 40,000 dollars in bits and pieces. The guys in the Whirlpool Gang couldn't be sold for a good price. The only thing we kept was a Crusher shotgun."

"It's good to bring back life."

Victor took out a barrel of suture equipment and pressed it on Jack's hand. After a click, the wound was sutured. After completing the final treatment, Victor patted Jack's intact arm, stepped back a few steps, walked to his chair and sat down: "It's done. When you leave, take some pneumatic syringes with you. Next time you encounter something like this, it will be much better to give yourself a shot first."

"How much for the treatment plus the pneumatic syringe, Old Wei?"

"Congratulations to you guys for completing a great job. This time it's free."

Victor casually waved at Jack who wanted to pay, as well as Carl and Oliver who were waiting nearby: "Just take care of my business in the future."

"Ding."

Victor started watching the boxing matches on the computer again, which he never seemed to get tired of.

"Thanks, Lao Wei. I'll bring some food and drinks and we can have a couple of drinks later."

Jack moved his shoulders and when he found he could move them easily, he walked towards Carl and Oliver: "Okay, now let's go celebrate the successful completion of this job."

"Do you have any restaurant recommendations?" Oliver said, "I'm not very familiar with Watson District."

"There's a nice Japanese restaurant in the Kabuki district. How about eating there?"

Jack said, looking at Carl, seeking his opinion.

"Japanese food?"

Karl hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: “Okay, I haven’t eaten there for a while, so I can try it there, but isn’t the Kabuki Hall a place where people play with people, and there are also good restaurants?”

"After playing for a while, the group of people must eat something. Don't worry, the Japanese food there tastes very good, although I have never really eaten any authentic Japanese food."

With Jack's strong recommendation, the three of them got into Oliver's car and drove to the Kabuki Hall. On the way, they also discussed how they planned to spend their 40,000 yuan.

Forty thousand euros in Night City is enough to at least exceed the family assets of 90 percent of the people. Even among mercenaries, few can save such a large amount of money. Most mercenaries live day by day and spend all the commissions soon after they get them. Even if they can save money well, it is very difficult for them to save more than ten thousand euros.

The strength and equipment of the lower-level mercenaries may not be as good as those of ordinary Uzumaki Gang members.

Jack was the first to think about how he would spend the money. "I should save up 10,000 to buy a car or a motorcycle, and use the other 30,000 to go back to Old Wei to get some subcutaneous armor. The armor on this madman from the Vortex Gang that I met today was so strong that even a copperhead couldn't penetrate it. I can be very awesome after I get a set of subcutaneous armor."

The reason why Jack paid to get a new set of subcutaneous armor from Old Wei, instead of bringing back the dead member of the Whirlpool Gang and removing her prosthetics to put on himself, was because Jack was a man of Mexican descent. Although Mexicans often talked about death, they respected death very much. It was not Jack's nature to move the body of a dead person. Moreover, it would make him feel like a scavenger. He hated scavengers the most.

Secondly, the prostheses from other people have basically been adjusted by prosthesis doctors. It is difficult to match second-hand ones to the body. Even if they are matched, there will be various problems, and they may also provoke cyberpsychosis. There is really no need for that. Cyberpsychosis is a mental illness that is triggered by the body's inability to withstand the strange feeling that does not belong to its own body after the prosthesis is installed. Such people often become dangerous and crazy due to the overload of the prosthesis or the extreme collapse operation. Even the NCPD cannot deal with cyberpsychosis. In Night City, such mental illnesses will be specially handed over to another group of people to deal with. Jack does not want to become such a person just to save money.

Oliver was a little curious about Jack's spending plan, and what car he was going to buy with the 10,000 yuan he saved. "10,000 yuan should be enough for an ordinary second-hand car, right? What car do you want to buy, Jack?"

"At least you have to buy a four-seater car."

Jack said, feeling his body and Carl's body huddled together in the passenger seat: "At least, there should be more seats than your car."

"Tsk, I originally used this car to pick up girls, what are you dissatisfied with letting two grown men sit in it? Besides, this car is worth 29,000 Euros if it's second-hand."

Hearing Jack complaining about his beloved car, Oliver was dissatisfied and fought back, which led to Jack's questioning.

"You're using this van that only homeless people like to pick up girls?"

"The girls in our Santo Domingo area are more down-to-earth."

"Forget it. It's not like I haven't seen any girls from Saint Domingo. The east of your place is a wasteland, and it's blown by sandstorms all day long. Their skin is very rough, but they have all kinds of demands. Our girls from Heywood are hot, passionate, and honest."

"I thought the girls in Heywood were too promiscuous. I said a few words to them and then got in the car and went home."

"Come on, you two."

Seeing that the two people were making more and more noise, and that they were about to squeeze him into a Muggle, Carl stopped the two people from making meaningless comparisons and brought the topic back to the original track.

"Compared to this, Oliver, how are you going to spend your money?"

"me?"

Oliver thought for a moment and said, "Let's rent an apartment first. Sleeping in a car or a hotel is not a problem. Then, go get some prosthetics for yourself. You can't survive as a mercenary without good prosthetics. Then, as you said, I'll try to be a team doctor or a sniper. By the way, Jack, I plan to find an apartment in Watson District. Do you have any recommendations?"

"It's a super skyscraper in Little Chinatown. The rent there is not bad, and there are cheap restaurants nearby, so it's convenient to eat."

“That place.”

Oliver remembered that it was the place where he and Karl met, and he still had some impression of it. Thinking of this, he glanced at Karl: “Karl, what about you, what are you going to do?”

He remembered that Carl didn't have a place to live either.

"I'll go check it out too. If it works out, I'll live there too. It's close and convenient. As for how I'll spend the money other than rent, I haven't decided yet. But I'll probably go check out some good pistols and get one. I have to replace the Lexington anyway."

Chatting along the way and following the navigation, the three of them arrived at their destination.

(End of this chapter)