Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 200. The old captain's entrustment
"The personnel have been sorted out. This order was well done. It's closed."

After receiving the video footage from Mann and Brown, Carl sent them a message: "This mission is over. Come to the Wild Wolf Bar sometime and I'll treat you to dinner."

"Maybe it'll be a few days."

Mann replied: "After dealing with the Arasaka personnel, we have to stay out of the spotlight for a while. When we are free, we will definitely come over and let you treat us."

"Then let me know when you're coming, and I'll reserve the place in advance."

After finishing the information exchange, Carl watched Kenichi Shiro driving away. In his heart, he was a little worried that Chiyo, who was also in the car, would fight with Kenichi Shiro again on the way.

Probably not.

This is the situation now.
Carl shook his head and didn't care any more. Arasaka Haruko would take care of the affairs of Kenichi Shiro and Chiyome. This matter had nothing to do with him.

The call came.

"Karl, are you done with your business? Do you still need us as a backup?"

The call was connected and Jack's voice came from the other end.

"All safe."

Carl replied: "Mann and Brown handled it very neatly. The deal has been settled."

"It seems that our trip to wait for support has been in vain."

Oliver's voice also rang out in the communication. He said it was a wasted trip, but from his tone, he was obviously relaxed:
"So what do we say next? Where are you now? Do you want us to pick you up?"

"I'm at the gate of the afterlife."

"Next life?"

Oliver muttered, "That Kenichi Shiro, why did he put you here?"

"It was my own request. I came here to meet a middleman."

"middleman?"

Oliver said, "Is this business?"

"It's just an appointment. Is there anything we need to talk about in person? Do you want to come over and show yourself?"

"Who is that middleman?"

"Old Captain, Muammar Reyes."

"He, hasn't he just started working as a middleman? You said he was looking for mercenaries everywhere. I thought he was only involved in some small street jobs. How come he came in so soon and even made an appointment to meet you? Does he have any work on hand that requires us to do it at a high price?"

"I don't know, but we'll know when we meet. So are you coming or not? Or, as before, let me discuss the details of the commission?"

"Two minutes, right there."

Listening to the roar of the engine coming from the communication, Carl just hoped that Oliver, who was driving the Apocalypse Hera, could be steady and not hit anything.

While standing and waiting, Carl did not forget to send a message to the old captain: "Two minutes, right there."

"No problem. I have prepared a lot of money and wine for you. This meeting will definitely satisfy you."

"hope so."

Carl's impression of this middleman who sent him a message and asked him to put aside other work and do his job first was actually not very reliable. Normally, when a middleman is looking for a mercenary team that he has just met and has not established basic trust with, will he ask for a large sum of money right away? It sounds like he is trying to deceive people by saying that if he does this job, he will become famous and rich.

But Carl is really free now, so he doesn't mind taking a look. If this famous second-hand car dealer in the Santo Domingo district, a new middleman, performs the same as Faraday in the task, Carl can just turn around and leave.

There is no need to talk too much with idiots. Chatting any longer is a waste of time.

"T-BUG, do you need to keep an eye on this job?"

"I'm still modifying the ball. Just tell me when you're done."

"If it's about technical modification, I know someone here who is very good at this."

Carl thought about V in the Badlands: "My friend who was a wanderer, he is very skilled in this area."

"Wanderer, about the time I went to the Badlands, you guys knew someone during my outage, right? Give me his contact information. I just happen to have a problem with the line that I can't figure out, so I can ask him. If he can help, I can pay for remote guidance. But can the communication be connected?"

"He has been wandering around Night City recently and has been away from his family. There should be no problem with the communication line. I have sent him the number and I have also sent him a message to let him know. As for the remote guidance fee, I will pay for it depending on the situation. After all, this is for the team."

"No, I still have this little money. Anyway, to be honest, I will be the one who uses the ball the most in the future. I'll make the call now. I'll hang up first."

"Well, tell me if there's anything else."

After hanging up the phone and looking at the OK finger picture in the message, Carl ended the matchmaking and looked up, just as Jack and Oliver were walking over.

"Let's go and take a look together."

Jack said, walking closer to Carl: "If it doesn't work, just treat it as coming here to drink."

"Row."

After saying hello to his two companions, Carl and the other two entered the Next Life Bar. Their appearance attracted the attention of many mercenaries and company personnel who were drinking and discussing business on the bar seats.

A tiny voice sounded around Carl and the other two as they moved forward.

'The black-haired young man, the blond young man with a mustache, and the burly man dressed like a Valentino, these three people, can't be'

"KK, Oliver, and Jack, the trio with a great reputation on the streets recently. It is said that they will complete all the tasks assigned to them, and their customer satisfaction rate is 100%. Do you remember the news a few days ago that a group of nearly 100 nightwalkers in the Bad Land were wiped out? I heard that they did it."

"Isn't there 200 people? I heard that Oliver shot through 10 of them with one shot, using them as human targets."

"Nonsense, there are clearly 300 people. I don't know about the others, but I know Jack. He used to be a well-known figure in the Valentino Gang. When he was in the front, he often beat the people in the Vortex Gang and made them scream. They are just night wanderers with broken guns and broken cars. 200 people are not enough for them. 100 per person is normal."

Ignoring the whispers around them, Carl, Oliver and Jack came to the old captain's box as agreed.

As soon as it was opened, a man with long black hair and a purple-blue coat stood up and came to greet me.

"Welcome, welcome. Please take a seat."

"Old Captain."

Calling out the street name, Karl glanced around the box and found that he was the only one inside.

"You are so brave that you don't even bring a bodyguard."

Thinking of this, Carl and the other two sat down.

(End of this chapter)