Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 226 85. Christmas

If Carl had to say something was different about Night City on Christmas Day, there was.

For example, there are more advertisements on elevator screens that chatter about their Christmas products, and there are also "moose" dressed in Christmas costumes, walking around the streets, asking if you want to ride them and experience the feeling of "soaring into the sky" like Santa Claus.

Looking over the body of a 'moose', Carl could only say that this kind of pom-pom design on the chest that intentionally highlights certain parts must have been guided by a professional behind the scenes.

'Today's business may be good.'

"Karl, you actually look at them too?"

Walking beside Carl, Oliver, who had just returned from the Bad Land, followed Carl's gaze and found the 'moose' he was looking at. He glanced at the man and looked at Carl in surprise: "I thought you were not interested in this."

“I am a normal male.”

Carl complained about Oliver's words: "Why do you think I would not even glance at a nicely dressed and good-looking person of the opposite sex passing by?"

Carl still took a look at it, although he didn't look at it for long.

"I've seen you show special attention to certain women before. For example, yesterday I thought you were going on a date with Blanca, but halfway through you told me that you had finished the commission. At that time I felt like, 'Ah, this is Carl', you know?"

“That’s not a conflict.”

Karl was too lazy to pay attention to Oliver. He looked at V, who was invited to the city for dinner again, and asked, "V, how is it, how do you feel about the city today?"

"I can only say that city people always like to do something fancy."

V glanced at the red fishnet stockings of a woman wearing Christmas clothes passing by and nodded slightly. "But don't say it, it's a feast for the eyes. In the Bad Land, such clothes will soon be filled with sand and dirt. You can only see them in the city."

"Got you guys."

Jack, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "There's plenty of time to talk about this kind of thing. We have to get going now and do our work first."

Tonight is Christmas Eve. Although Mrs. Wells doesn't like those special Christmas celebrations, such as turkey, Christmas tree and so on, nor does she want to make the whole bar decorated with such things, there is one thing she is still happy to provide for these children, and that is the Christmas cake she ordered in advance.

An expensive, big cake made with real eggs and butter.

The shop where this cake was ordered was located in the Watson district, but it was a special workshop that required a special password to be passed. Now Carl and his friends wanted to take the cake back.

Now it is very close to the agreed transaction time. If Carl, Oliver and V delay any further, the people on the other side might become suspicious and temporarily cancel the transaction and change the venue.

After all, that thing is quite expensive, costing thousands of Euros. This kind of specialized custom-made workshop is much more serious in its attitude towards handling things than some illegal prosthetics, weapons and drug transactions.

There are many people in Night City who have ordered cakes from them on Christmas Eve. If someone discovers their whereabouts and follows the clues to the place where the cakes are stored and destroys or steals them, the loss of the custom-made workshop will start from hundreds of thousands of Euros.

"The amount of Christmas cakes fired each year has never reached double figures. Be careful."

Jack shook his head. He wasn't afraid of a firefight or anything like that. He was just afraid that the cake might get damaged. "Misty still wants to have a sweet cake."

Misty will naturally come to the Wild Wolf Bar party tonight. Since that meeting, the tense relationship between Mrs. Wells and Misty has eased a lot. Occasionally, Mrs. Wells will send a message to ask Misty to come and have dinner together, just the two of them, because Jack is always busy. Now their relationship, in Jack's words, is that Misty is more like Mrs. Wells's child than he is her son. "Misty, do you want to eat?"

After hearing Jack's words, Oliver, who was originally somewhat relaxed, became more serious: "We can't let her down."

Oliver doesn't have many friends, but he cares about every one of them. If Misty wants to eat cake, then he must deliver the cake to her safely.

"Drip."

Carl received the message and took a look: "T-BUG has arrived at the Wild Wolf Bar and seems to be drinking. Lao Wei said that he still has a lot of surgeries to perform, but he will be there on time."

As he spoke, Karl looked at the other messages.

Oliver's friend Jed, whom he met during that detective mission, replied to apologize that he happened to be taking inventory today and didn't have time to come, but he had already sent corn to the Wild Wolf Bar as a party gift.

Mr Johnson.
Oh hoo.

Christmas, when Carl and his friends are relaxing, happens to be the busiest time for Mr. Johnson and his NCPD colleagues.

Even cake robberies can reach double digits in one night, not to mention other things. Mr. Johnson said he will be busy all night and can't come over.
Then, a batch of liquor that had been seized and inspected in the morning was sent to the Wild Wolf Bar so that they could have a good drink tonight.

Black police, he is so greedy.

I have to remember to leave some things for them and send them over when I’m done with my work. I can also rent a delivery drone to deliver them over.

Just as Carl finished reading the message from Mr. Johnson and the others, Oliver asked, "Did Mr. Johnson and the others send any messages? Oh, they should be very busy tonight."

Halfway through his speech, he realized what was going on and scratched his head: "The friends I know here are all busy, do you know any other friends?"

"I know quite a few."

Jack said, but shook his head: "But you know, they are basically all from the gang. They usually drink at the Wild Wolf Bar. My mother knows them all. They have no intention of joining the party tonight. They all rejected my invitation, saying that they wanted our mercenary team to have a good rest."

"The person he knew was Jack. He might not be familiar with us."

Carl had met Jack's friends a few times, but he had only said hello. It would be more or less awkward for strangers to meet unfamiliar people. Perhaps that's what the men from the Valentino gang thought.

"And they're going to help me keep an eye on it tonight."

"Help Jack keep an eye on you, what do you mean?"

Carl asked in confusion, but Jack just shrugged and said, "It's just like Oliver's Sixth Street Gang. Not all of the Valentino Gang is united. Some of the people in it didn't get along with me when they were in the gang. Gangs are all about business. Drinking is fine, but when it comes to interests, they get more anxious than the other."

"It seems that all crows are black."

Carl shook his head and realized that their destination was already within sight.

(End of this chapter)