Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 242 4. Strange Female

"Hey, David, good morning."

Looking at the yellow-haired young man who was walking slowly from a distance and wiping the blood on his hands, Carl, who had gotten up in the morning and was drinking synthetic milk on the street corner, greeted him: "Did you take care of the person?"

"very smooth."

David, who now looks like a blond young man, nodded and said, "They all thought that I hadn't discovered their tracking. They thought that I was just a student, so it would be easy for them to take me to a place and kill me."

"There are no traces left on the road?"

"Lucy is watching for me."

"Lucy."

Karl thought for a moment: "That shouldn't be a problem."

As for Lucy's level, Carl had a brief competition with her when they first met her. Overall, she was considered to be an excellent hacker, although not as good as T-BUG.

"I haven't seen you for a month. You look different now."

Carl said, taking a closer look at David now. "You are wearing a bulletproof vest, and then installing subcutaneous armor under your skin. And the gun on your back is Ajax? You look like an elite mercenary."

Looking at David's current appearance, no one would ever associate him with David, the good student in the college. The difference between the two people in appearance and temperament is too great.

How should I put it? The mercenary David now looks very confident, and people can tell that he must be a good fighter just from his appearance.

"He looks like an elite mercenary now."

However, David's expression did not last long. After hearing Karl's compliments, he soon showed a shy look that did not match his appearance. He touched the back of his head with his hand: "I feel that I am still far from Karl and the others."

“Be confident and have self-confidence.”

Karl said, a little strangely: "Isn't today Tuesday? Is it okay for you to come out early in the morning? You killed that group of people, so you should go back. Although there is no surveillance, Lucy is helping you deal with the subsequent troubles, but you left for such a long time during school, it should also arouse suspicion, right?"

"I'm taking a day off today."

David was obviously prepared for this. He was no longer the young David he used to be. He was very organized. "I was not supposed to be in the academy today. I just deliberately sent a message to the number they were monitoring about trading with you, and that lured them out."

"To the number that is already being monitored"

Carl suddenly realized: "No wonder you insisted on using another number to send me messages. You even specially created another number. It turns out that the original number was monitored. Mann thought you were just doing it for the confidentiality of your identity."

"I came up with this idea because of Lucy's reminder. In fact, it was the same as what Mann said at the beginning, for the confidentiality of my identity. But halfway through, I thought of a way to use it. My other number was deliberately known to them and monitored by them. I guess I used this to make some arrangements."

"Nice brain."

With such a flexible mind, it is no wonder that David can rank among the top in an academy that relies heavily on financial resources.

"So this matter is over?"

He came out because of David's request, but found that he didn't need to seduce at all. He just sent a few messages to expose his location, and David solved all the problems. This kind of thoughtfulness and relaxation gave Carl nothing to do on this day off.

Carl's initial plan was that David would go back to school and he would deal with the group of people. In the end, David didn't need to go back to school, and he dealt with the group of people. Carl just drank milk and watched the whole process. So...
What else can you do?

Is it white?

Listening to Carl saying that the matter was settled, David nodded, but he obviously knew that Carl was very idle. After all, it was no secret that Carl's team was resting, so he invited Carl: "Would you like to go to the afterlife? Mann and the others are staying there."

"Want to go for a drink?" Carl was free anyway. While the other members of the team were resting, Carl really had nothing to do, so he might as well go meet the members of Mann's team and have a bite to eat and drink.

Carl still remembered that he owed Team Mann and Team Brown a treat. They had made an appointment when they were on the mission to deal with the ninjas, but they hadn't had time because they went out to avoid the limelight. Although he originally wanted to treat them at the Wild Wolf Bar, he thought that he could do it in the next life.

I went there today and invited you.

With this thought in mind, Carl and David walked and talked, and arrived at the afterlife amid passers-by's curious glances at David because he was fully armed.

The bodyguard at the door, Emerick, was an old acquaintance. He had already made way when he saw Carl. The bodyguards who were secretly holding guns ready to deal with the troublemakers also lowered their guns.

"Good morning, KK, you free?"

“It’s a rare day off.”

Carl motioned David to go in first while he chatted with Emeric: "It's your boss in the next life, Roger, who is just standing there like a sparrow. We should have taken a break a few days ago, but after we finished the task, she sent us another job and insisted that we rush to help her. It was only finished yesterday."

Emeric had a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't. After a slight change in his expression, he said, "Our boss is here today."

"It's okay. I didn't say anything bad. It's better than those mercenaries secretly calling her a bitch."

Karl waved his hand and said, “Then I’ll go in first. If you’re thirsty later, I’ll buy you a drink when you change shifts.”

"Then I will definitely be there on time."

Karl nodded and walked into the afterlife. As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar person sitting next to him.

"Hey, old captain, are you meeting with the mercenaries to assign tasks?"

Hearing someone calling him by his nickname, the old captain turned around, and when he saw it was Carl, he started to complain:

"You guys need to rest. I, the middleman who works so hard, have to do a lot more work because of you guys. Some of the work was originally intended for you, and others was done because you guys started to cause trouble. Someone has to deal with it. It's a lot of work. I've been busy since early morning, and I've handed out a lot of stacks of bills."

"Why, are we born to work for you, rotating all year round without even a few days' rest?"

Carl complained about the old captain and cursed with a smile: "You have done too many tasks. You really don't treat people as outsiders. What a bullshit middleman. If you have the ability, pull up your pants and take up your gun."

"Get lost. I'm afraid my gun might scare you. Next time, go and complain to your annoying father. We're talking now, so just do what you need to do."

"Go, go, go."

Most of the middlemen who have cooperated with Carl till now are serious and methodical. Carl has only met one middleman like the old captain who calls him "brother" and "dad". But it must be said that because of this attitude, Carl's team has done the most tasks with the old captain in the past month, and they are also the most harmonious.

In short, it is definitely much better than Faraday who is also from the Saint-Domingo area.

I don’t know if it was because of Oliver’s influence, but in the middleman business, Carl, who was accustomed to treating Faraday as a lower limit, walked into the bar and then saw Mann and others drinking at the bar.

They also saw Carl and were about to say hello when a loud voice spread throughout the Next Life Bar.

"After all this back and forth, the partner you introduced to me is from the Luan Dao Society. If I hadn't happened to meet another wanderer on the previous job and knew his identity, I would have been tricked by him without even knowing it. Is this how you let me do things?!"

A female voice mixed with anger was heard in some private rooms in the bar. Carl looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was a woman with yellowish skin, a high black bun, and mixed Indian and white features, who was yelling at Rogge.

Someone yelled at Roger, what happened?

(End of this chapter)