Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 225 84. Ended
"Well, I did a good job this time, didn't I? I'm a professional."

When Blanca heard what Carl said while being surrounded by his subordinates, he was stunned for a moment and then sighed deeply.

She moved her lips, wanting to say a lot, but after thinking for a while, she just said helplessly: "It is indeed professional."

"I won't let you down."

Karl smiled and said, "There were three attackers this time. I dealt with them all. I just don't know how many more there are."

With other people watching nearby, Carl naturally couldn't say openly that he and Blanca were clearing up the deal with those people, so he just hinted to Blanca to tell him by saying he didn't know how many more there were.

After all the calculations, Carl has dealt with five former ACPA trainees, and he wants to ask about the progress of the mission.

"You're done."

Blanca looked at what she had asked her subordinates to investigate, with a complicated expression: "The people who attacked me this time were traitors in the company. Five of them died when they fled the company. The one you killed was the last one who was dissatisfied with me."

"So, it's over?"

Long-term entrustment concluded?

"ended."

This deal is settled.

"That"

That's a good reward.
"We'll talk about it later."

Let’s chat privately later.

Under the watchful eyes of other military technicians, Carl and Blanca had a conversation that only the two of them could understand. Then Carl looked at the half-collapsed Spanish restaurant and questioned Blanca with his eyes.

Blanca, who thought he was asking if they wanted to continue the date, shook her head and said, "I have to go back and deal with related matters this time. They dragged me into this. I can't let them off no matter what."

After all, she is now the manager of a department. How dare those bastards do such a thing!
Although Blanca felt sorry that her date was interrupted like this, she was very satisfied with the short time she spent chatting with Carl. It felt like it was enough.

At the very least, she understood what kind of person Karl was, and understood that she could trust him and try to get close to him.

"finished."

Blanca was in a good mood when she saw Carl showing an inexplicable expression of regret after hearing that the date was over.

It seems that I am not the only one who feels regretful.

But before Blanca, as the older 'sister', could sympathize with the 'younger brother' on the other side of the date and say something to comfort her, the next sentence that Carl muttered to himself made the words she was about to say get stuck in her throat.

"I was thinking of taking this opportunity to pack some food for Jack and the others, but now it looks like I'll have to pay for it myself."

Blanca looked sideways at the Spanish restaurant, which was somewhat damaged but the kitchen was still intact, and thought about Carl's previous behavior of putting her in the kitchen.
Could it be that, in his subconscious thoughts, the kitchen staff and himself are beings that need to be equally protected?

"Your blood pressure is rising and has exceeded normal values. Please pay attention."

Listening to the prompt from the detection chip, Blanca clenched her fists, rushed to Carl and threw a word.

"I've booked the restaurant for tonight. You can eat as much as you want and ask him to cook as much as you want. I'll pay for it all!"

"Really?!"

While Carl was surprised and thinking about bringing food to Jack and the others, Blanca had already turned and left.

"Take care, and let me know if you need anything next time. See you next time!"

Listening to the happy farewell words from Carl behind her, Blanca paused for a moment and then quickened her pace.

Beside her, a woman who served as her secretary quickened her pace and asked, "Minister, how should we deal with this matter?"

"I want them dead."

The secretary was stunned for a moment. She had never expected to hear such harsh words from Blanca, who usually had a cold face. So she couldn't believe it and asked again, thinking that she had misheard, "Sorry, Minister, I didn't hear clearly." She paused and stared at the secretary with a pair of eyes, causing her body to stiffen. Then Blanca almost spoke word by word into the secretary's heart:

"I said, I want them dead!"

"But Minister, will that be..."

"I'm in power now, and many people don't seem to be convinced. This time, I have to make them understand who is in power."

Blanca said this, and because she tilted her head, she saw Carl out of the corner of her eye.

He was walking happily towards the Spanish restaurant.

"We need to make them understand who is in charge."

"I heard you clearly, Minister. You don't have to say that."

The secretary wanted to say something, but looking at Blanca's expression, she wisely shut up and just nodded.

Turning around and continuing walking, Blanca's expression gradually calmed down. After sitting in the car that came to greet her, she became even more indifferent as before.

'Research department, research department.'

You can pick out ten elites from a million people and use them to assassinate me, right?

Then just wait patiently.

Ten elites out of a million people are nothing. Even Night City with a population of seven million can easily produce seventy of them, not to mention the entire New America.

Don't let me find any traces of you.
I'll let you know how this mercenary team, which is at the top of the seven million people, kills people!
"Hmph hum~ hum hum~"

On the other side, after Blanca left in the car, Carl sat in the restaurant and asked the shocked chef and waiter a question: "Do you have insurance here?"

The two people who still had some residual fear looked at Carl who was sitting there with a smile, and listened to his words that sounded like a chat. Their hands and feet trembled unconsciously, and they stopped while thinking about their answers.

Then, the husband who was married to the chef and worked as a waiter in the store replied with a smile:
"I bought it. Home insurance. After all, even if the city center is safe, there are always accidents."

"That's not bad. I was worried that you wouldn't have the money to open a store this time, so I was wondering if you needed a partner. After all, the food in your restaurant tastes really good."

"If there is a next time, you are welcome."

The chef also smiled at Karl, and then stood up: “But now, let’s get back to the original matter. Guest, what do you want to eat? We should continue to entertain you.”

"Can I order off the menu?"

"of course."

The chef put on his apron again: "After all, all the expenses in our restaurant tonight have been booked, right?"

"You're not too tired, are you?"

"rest assured."

The waiter gave Kalbi a thumbs up and said, "My wife is the most amazing chef in Night City."

"Come in and help, don't just talk. There's only one guest, so you have to help in the kitchen."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Watching the couple start to get busy, Carl sent the good news to Jack and others on the communication.

"Midnight snack is ready. Our long-term commission has also been completed. We can start selecting military technology prosthetics."

　ps. Today's little knowledge, among Japanese positions, the section chief, who is one level below the director, is a very common setting in animations, such as the famous Hiroshi Nohara and Shinsuke Nobi. This is considered a standard middle-level position.

　　
　
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