Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 204 63. Watching
"It really is like hitting the eggs with a small hammer, which opens the eyes of the chicks."

Oliver was saying something strange, and he didn't know where he had heard the Chinese proverb from. He felt that he had learned Chinese very well. He knocked the head of the fallen Animal Gang member with the gun in his hand. "This is the first time I've seen a guy who came to my door on his own initiative. I've really seen the world."

"Don't mess around with your messy idioms."

Karl complained and gestured to the residents who gathered around to watch: "It's nothing, go away, it's just a small conflict. I've called NCPD and they will be here soon."

"Little conflict?"

The residents of the super skyscraper who were watching the excitement nearby were very skeptical. They looked at the bodies of the Animal Gang members scattered all over the street, and then looked at the doors of their houses which were blocked tightly next to the bodies. What else could they say?

"I just hope the NCPD can come soon. The roads are blocked even when I'm going home."

"Karl, I don't think they can go home either. How about we move these animals and move them aside so that others can pass?"

Jack was quite kind-hearted. He knocked on the doors of those people, intending to make room for them, since they were all neighbors after all.

"Too."

Carl looked at the fleeing animals on the ground, who were eventually blocked and killed by them on the fourth floor, and complained: "It's troublesome to keep a life, but the corpse is easier."

"You can't just throw things from a high place. If you throw something from the fourth floor to the first floor, the whole thing will fall apart."

Oliver rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action with Jack when sirens sounded from downstairs, stopping Oliver who was about to take action.

"Why is Mr. Johnson so fast today?"

"Have you forgotten? Mr. Johnson has been in the city center recently. We moved to a new location because we thought a fight in the city center would cause him trouble. Watson District and the city center are next door to each other."

Listening to Karl's words, Oliver realized a little bit later: "Then did we finally cause trouble for Mr. Johnson?"

"Not really. We held back. This isn't our previous mission. There's a difference between cleaning up corpses in public and taking away living people. The former will eventually be handled by a company outsourced by NCPD. Mr. Johnson and his men have to maintain law and order, and they get nothing but work themselves to death. As for the latter, the living people can get a lot more from it."

Carl counted on his fingers: "The bribes from the gang and the bail money, this extra income is much more than the corpse."

As Carl said this, he certainly did not forget the heavyweights, as the strongest guy was lying on the ground.

"We can't let Mr. Johnson and his men take Johnny Handsilver away. Although I have already extracted his information, we still have a mission to accomplish with the old captain. The old captain asked us to kill him, but I thought that if we tie him up and send him to the old captain to let him deal with it, he might be more satisfied."

As Carl was speaking, he found that the message he sent to the old captain had received a reply, along with 12,000 Euros.

Old Captain: Alas, it has to be professional, and he actually let me handle it personally. It’s just a small amount of money, not a big respect.

"Look, they'll give you more money as expected."

After listening to Carl's words, Oliver, who had received his share of the money, now understood why their team had a 100% completion rate for the tasks and a 100% positive review rate.

With a guy like Carl who considers his employer, how can it not be 100% certain?

The NCPD was very fast, or rather, Mr. Johnson and his team were very fast. It didn't take them long to reach the fourth floor.

"Hey, Mr. Johnson, good evening." Under the brilliance of Night City, there is no difference between night and day, but Carl still greeted him according to the time.

"There are quite a few people here today, Carl."

There was no need to speak, as some police officers had already started the procedure with ease. Mr. Johnson, who had nothing else to do, walked up to Carl and greeted them: "Good evening, Jack, Oliver."

"Good evening, Mr. Johnson."

After a simple greeting, Johnson glanced at the Animal Gang lying on the ground and said, "So what happened today? Why are you at your door? Are you here to seek revenge? Are you so bold?"

"No, the mission target drove here himself."

"Driving here yourself?"

Johnson was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Animal Gang lying on the ground with a bit of disbelief: "Don't tell me that they wanted to find a place to fight you, but they ended up looking for it and came to your doorstep."

"Although I also think it's outrageous, but this is how it is."

"Tsk tsk."

Johnson looked at the burly Animal Gang on the ground, his eyes fixed on their heads. "It has to be the Animal Gang. You guys are so active in this area that even the street sweepers who just opened this morning know everything about it, and they're rushing over to deliver it."

"So it's rare for us to be amused while on a mission. Their intelligence is really not well-informed."

Karl said, remembering something, and pointed to Johnny's silver on the ground: "By the way, Mr. Johnson, you can't take this person away. He is entrusted by the other side. A car will come to pick him up later. I will send you the identification code of the car. Please help me move him to the back seat of the car when the time comes."

"It's just a small matter, it's easy."

Johnson nodded indifferently, then glanced at Johnny Silver, and felt that he looked more and more familiar. "Who is this guy? Why does he look so familiar?"

"Johnny Hand Silver."

"Ah, who are you talking about, Johnny Silverhand?!"

"Johnny Silverhand, just an imitator and admirer of Johnny Silverhand."

"Oh, I heard it wrong. In order to communicate with you casually, I specially installed a Chinese voice pack. The name does sound similar."

"It's okay, Mr. Johnson. I can understand you now in English, Japanese, Spanish, etc."

At least Carl had learned languages ​​from Mewtwo, and now he was proficient in most of the languages ​​of Night City.

While Carl and Johnson were chatting casually, the tenants of the building who were watching nearby were already numb.

People like them who can barely pay their monthly rent have no money to buy Mewtwo or use the related equipment in the room, so they are not very clear about the identities of Carl and others, but they are not stupid.

Where does this neighbor who can easily defeat so many animal gangs and casually talk with an NCPD sheriff come from?
Would a person of this level really live in such a poor place with a rent of 1,000 Euros a month?
(End of this chapter)