Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 244 6. Bald Middle-aged Man

"I'm sorry to have cost you a lot of money today, Carl."

"It's okay. After all, we agreed before that I would treat you once. I'm just completing what we agreed to do."

At night, walking on the walkway under the Night City overpass, Carl responded to Mann's thanks: "What's more, today's drink was discounted for me at 30%. It didn't cost me much at all. Are you trying to save money for me? I didn't drink much."

"The bottles I've drunk are almost filling up the bar, and I haven't drunk much yet. Don't compare Jack's alcohol tolerance with mine. He has an adjustable prosthetic body, so of course he can drink as much as he wants. But I've already reached my limit."

As Mann was talking, he suddenly realized something because he thought of Jack. "Carl, what do you think about me getting a Berserker type? Although I wanted to get a Sian Westin type some time ago, after thinking about it, I think Jack's style is more suitable for me."

"I think both are fine."

Carl looked at Mann's body and said, "But you have enough prosthetics now. Do you have hand tremors? If you feel like you are under a lot of pressure, I suggest you see a professional prosthetics doctor to prevent you from being unable to bear it. I have the phone number of a familiar prosthetics doctor. If you need help, I can contact him for you."

"Don't worry, we are all in this business, I am sure."

Mann placed his right hand on the projectile launch system installed on his left hand. "My current condition is better than ever before. What can go wrong with my brand new prosthetic body?"

"Prosthetics are not brand new and will not have problems. The burden is still the same, but old, second-hand, and unadjusted ones are more likely to cause problems."

Carl didn't say much about Mann's confidence. After all, judging from his appearance, Mann did not show any of the signs of being unable to bear the burden as Old Wei had said. His eyes were not blurry, and his hands did not tremble unconsciously. He looked quite normal.

Around Carl and Mann who were chatting were walking members of Mann's team.

David, Lucy, Sasha, Dolio, Rebecca, Qiwei, and Pila were all present. During the conversation between Carl and Mann, except for David, Dolio, and Sasha, who occasionally joined in the conversation to say a few words in gratitude to Carl for saving his life in the past, everyone else was actually very quiet.

The main reason is that, except for David, Dolio and Sasha, the rest of Mann's team have only had experience with Carl in accepting and carrying out missions. The only time they have cooperated on a common mission was the trip to the tank. They are not very familiar with Carl. In fact, if they did not know that Mann and the others were Carl's friends, most of the other people in the team would still have some fear of Carl.

Not to mention Lucy, who was pointed at with a gun by Carl's team when they first met on the subway, Qiwei, as a hacker, often visited various companies with lax security, and she saw a lot of performance of Carl's team among them.

Those fragmentary encounters and hostile records are actually quite simple to sum up, with only two possible outcomes.

Retreat and you will be reborn; do not retreat and you will be completely destroyed.

From the gang members hired by street-side companies to the agents and security teams sent by the companies, there is no difference.

Qi Wei looked at the black-haired young man walking beside her with a smile on his face. In fact, no matter how she looked at him, she could not find much threat from this young man. In fact, because Mann talked about his relationship with Carl during past missions, she had a normal impression of him. However, the recorded facts reminded her in her heart that this black-haired young man was one of the top mercenaries in Night City. As long as he wanted, even if her entire team was facing him, there would only be two results.

Fortunately, Carl and Mann are friends, so there is no need to worry about him suddenly going crazy and becoming an enemy.

Although this feeling was ridiculous, and she might even be despised by herself in the past, Qiwei felt relaxed when she understood Carl's strength and felt the kindness he showed. It was a feeling of relaxation that in a mercenary career where betrayal could happen at any time, as long as she did not do anything, she could feel at ease.

"Drip, drip, drip, drip." When Qiwei was thinking about whether she should talk to Carl and get to know him, the sound of liquid dripping and colliding could be clearly heard not far away. When the people walking over looked, they found that it was a bald middle-aged man wearing a coat on the outside and nothing inside. He was standing on the container and peeing in the iron bucket under the container.

Wearing only a coat, he was almost naked, and he was urinating on the street, showing his body and exposing his organs.
Quite normal.

If he hadn't been standing in a high position, no one would have cared at all because it was too common.

But it was precisely because he stood so high and urinated slowly and long, and the sound of urine dripping was annoying, so Pira in the team stopped when he walked to the side and shouted at the bald middle-aged man: "Hey, what's wrong with you, you idiot peeing in the street."

Pyrrha was a very active person. When the rest of Mann's team looked at him and prepared to leave as if they didn't see him, he approached the side of the container where the bald middle-aged man was, raised his modified golden slender fingers and smashed the container under the bald middle-aged man's feet:
"Damn guy, do you hear me? I'm talking to you."

In the face of Pila's performance, the bald middle-aged man didn't even bother to look away, and even didn't move his hands that were supporting his lower body. He continued to stare blankly at the trajectory of the liquid leaving his body, as if he saw something extraordinary in it. External matters could not disturb him at all.

"Ignore him."

Dolio glanced at the bald middle-aged man, and judging from his appearance, thought he was a lunatic who had taken too many drugs, so she didn't care much about him. She continued to move forward, while calling on Pyrrha to continue walking.

Pyrrha looked back at Carl who was walking in the team, thought about it, and felt that since there were people outside the team, he should not get involved too much with passers-by, so he prepared to leave. But just when Pyrrha was about to ignore the bald middle-aged man who urinated everywhere, his eyes inadvertently saw something from the bald middle-aged man's open windbreaker from below.

"Wow, what kind of prosthetic is this? It looks very powerful."

As a technical expert, Pila was immediately attracted by the prosthesis on the bald middle-aged man, which was different from those on the market. He climbed into the container, approached the bald middle-aged man, and his attitude suddenly became kind.

"My friend, this prosthetic model of yours is really unique. I guess you use it often."

Pyrrha stared at the bald middle-aged man's lower body, showing a subtle expression, half-clenched his hands, and moved them up and down: "This is..."

Just when he was halfway through his words, Mann, who was watching from the team, suddenly fixed his eyes.

He noticed that the right hand of the bald middle-aged man was detaching from the 'handle' below, and that the right hand was changing.

Mann was very familiar with that change because he had an identical prosthesis installed on his left hand.

Projectile launching system!

As Mann wanted to take action but was too late, the bald middle-aged man's right hand had transformed its projectile launching system and hit the defenseless jaw of Pila.

Then, pull the trigger.

　ps. I'm back late, sorry, luckily I got up early this morning and wrote one chapter () I'll stay up late and write another chapter later

　　
　
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