Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 207 66 Mr. Hands

Chapter 207 66. Mr. Hands
“The sandstorm is so strong—”

"Stop howling, Carl. Who told you not to be squeezed in the middle anymore? Stay on the roof and hold on to the car. Don't fall off."

Oliver, who was squeezed in the middle of the car by V and Jack and had enjoyed the feeling of being crowded like Carl in the past, became irritated by Carl shouting on the roof.

I was already sweating from repairing the car in this weather, and I was squeezed in the middle by two people, which made me even more stuffy. At this time, I had to listen to Carl screaming on the roof of the car. Who could stand it?

“But it’s really big.”

Carl used his arms to block the dust from the front. He felt that he must have swallowed a lot of dust in his mouth. He stopped howling and leaned over to lie on the roof of the car. "I hate all two-seater cars!"

The basis of V's car is the Thunderbolt Gallina GA40XT, which is a two-seater car often driven by wanderers. However, when V got it, only the chassis was left. After V's modification and piecing together, this car made up of various messy parts and waste materials was given a new name by him, called "Viper".

The Gallina GA40XT 'Viper'.

Although the car made a lot of clanging noises while driving, it was not slow. Carl honked a few times and got a mouthful of dust.

He hated the complaints from the two-seater car, which made Jack sigh:

"You've said this countless times, Carl."

He said helplessly, "We're almost there. When we go to Taiping Prefecture to look for animals to help, are we still worried about not having a car? At worst, we can just drive one back."

"I know, but the problem now is that we don't know the territory of the Animal Gang yet."

"Didn't T-BUG give you Mr. Hands' phone number? Didn't you call?"

"You woke me up too early in the morning. I was still asleep when you woke me up. I even had breakfast in the car. The signal was not very good in the Bad Land. How could I make a call?"

"Come on, wait until you get closer to Taiping Prefecture, then call them. It shouldn't take much time to communicate with the middleman anyway."

Listening to Jack's words, Carl, who was about to say something, found that the communication signal on his mobile phone had improved.

"Okay, the signal is good, I'll call now."

Carl pressed a few buttons on his phone and the number was dialed.

Although it is possible to do so without pressing the buttons, making phone calls this way always feels a bit old-fashioned, and Carl still likes to do so out of habit.

"Beep-beep."

The call was connected.

Before Carl could speak, a voice came from the other end.

"Is this KK? I'm Hanz, nice to meet you, welcome to Taiping State."

"Ok?"

Listening to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, which seemed to have been processed and sounded indistinguishable, Karl raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Hands, I think this is the one who called. How did you know my phone number?"

"The same question can be returned to you, KK. However, since we are all in the same industry, it doesn't hurt to explain it clearly. Your newly purchased mobile phone number has already been spread in the circle. I have already made a note of it and am waiting for you to come to Taiping Prefecture. However, I didn't expect that you would call me first."

Mr. Hands' voice was filled with anticipation. "The famous KK has come to Taiping Prefecture. Is he planning to do something for you? I happen to have a lot of difficult and troublesome things that pay well, waiting for someone to handle them."

"Although I don't mind doing missions, this job is in progress. Let's wait, Mr. Hands. I won't cover it up in fancy words. I want the location of the Savage King, the temporary boss of the Animal Gang in the west. Name your price."

"How did the Animal Gang mess with you? It seems like their luck is not good."

Mr. Hands heard something different, but he didn't intend to delve into it. If he didn't want to offend another middleman, it would be better not to delve too much into what the mercenaries were doing. Mr. Hands was not afraid of causing trouble, but he didn't want to cause trouble either.

Since it's not preparation for work but a formal exchange of information, then it's easy to say.

Mr. Hands hesitated for a moment before saying, "Can you wait a few minutes? I need to look through it a bit."

"You only took a few minutes to get the relevant information. You are indeed the most famous middleman in Taiping Prefecture." "You are over-praised. Compared to the famous KK, I am just a small middleman in Taiping Prefecture. I am not that famous."

After a friendly exchange of business compliments, Mr. Hands quickly sent over the documents.

"The relevant information is in the attachment, but the validity of the whereabouts I can guarantee is seven hours ago. If there is any error, then I can only hope that your mission can be adjusted to some extent."

"I received the document."

Karl took a quick look at the document, confirmed it was correct and said, "I don't know how much the intelligence fee is, I'll transfer it now."

"unnecessary."

Mr. Hands said something similar to the Badlands middleman, Dakota Smith: "I would rather the KK team, when they have time, would help me deal with a few tough matters out of kindness."

Another person who doesn't want money, but wants favors.

Carl had to say whether these middlemen were smart or they knew he was being tricked. However, he had to admit that this kind of behavior could really make Carl lean towards them when it came to accepting tasks.

"Okay, if you have a suitable commission, feel free to contact me."

After the call ended, Carl said to Jack and Oliver in the car, "What did we say at the beginning? When we become famous, the middlemen will come to us, not us looking for the middlemen. Remember?"

"I remember. I haven't forgotten."

Jack said, "Look now, now that you are famous, you have to be busy. In the past, you could have a drink after taking a small job and have fun for a few days, but maybe you won't have that anymore in the future."

"Don't be crap Jack."

Oliver, who was about to be squeezed into an Oreo cookie, said:
"When we took small jobs before, we never had a few days off because of Carl's frequency of taking tasks. I feel that after this kind of middleman work is done, other middlemen will know the news, giving us time to rest and adjust to take on the next job. Compared with before, it is much easier!"

"Much easier?"

"You can figure it out. Do we have more free time than before? Now that we are famous, those middlemen are smart enough not to find us for unqualified tasks."

Hearing Oliver say this and seeing that his face was almost distorted by the squeezing, Jack tried to move to the side and said, "It seems so."

"Commission."

V, who was driving nearby, was very interested in the commission itself. "Are the commissions you do profitable?"

"If you need less than 50,000 euros, don't even think about coming to us now."

Oliver's half-boasting and half-true words made V, who was driving the car, instinctively clench his hands a little tighter.

"Five, fifty thousand euros?"

"Yes, anything less than that is not worth it now."

"Boast without preparation."

Carl on the roof said, "I think as long as the task is interesting, I can do it for 10,000 or 20,000 Euros."

"One or two thousand euros, and it's just enough to do it"

V took a deep breath.

For some reason, he felt a little moved by Carl's proposal to invite him to become a mercenary.