Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 248 10. Director

"Wakako, do you have any information about the top leaders of the Tiger Claw Gang?"

"A high-ranking member of the Tiger Claw Gang?"

Wakako, who was on the communication line, heard Carl's request, and her first reaction was: "Did any of them offend you?"

"I think there is no need for the middleman to ask about the reason for the client's mission, right?"

Carl had no intention of explaining to Wakako, but Wakako had already heard something.

"Then it seems that I have to pity those who have provoked you. But Carl, you should be very clear about one thing. I am also involved with the Tiger Claw Gang. This price may not be too cheap."

"Don't worry, the people I need are not the high-ranking officials related to you. I know the rules. The people I want should be considered your enemies. I want all the high-ranking officials of the Tiger Claw Gang who manage Genting."

"From Genting."

After all, he was a well-known middleman and local boss in the Westbrook area. After listening to the list Carl wanted, Wakako quickly connected it with some intelligence she had known in the past and found out what he was planning to do.

"Is it about the kidnapping of people to Genting?"

Karl didn't need to say anything, he already understood, and didn't feel any danger from this matter. He even knew that he could make a profit. Wakako continued, "Their list is not difficult to get, but their whereabouts will cost extra."

“That’s really calculating.”

Karl had to admire Wakako's cheekiness: "You already know that this matter is in your favor, do you still plan to ask for more money?"

"It's just a small business. If the real client is you, Karl, I naturally wouldn't ask for more. Considering our good cooperation, this money is nothing, but..."

Wakako spoke slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, the real client you asked was the mercenary who had just recovered from his injuries and was planning to buy information from me. So, you can't give me a discount on this money."

"Even if I buy it for you?"

"If you hadn't asked him to do it, he wouldn't even be qualified to buy information from me. He took the information and planned to die. His confidentiality is too poor. If other people knew that I sold the information, my shop would not be able to run well."

"So if I buy it, it's a guarantee, right?"

"After all, there is a difference between selling information to a lone mercenary who will die if he dies, and selling information to KK, isn't there?"

"alright."

My underwear has been seen through, what else can I do?

These well-known middlemen in the region are indeed shrewd people. They know to what extent things must be done and understand to what extent things should be done.

Carl looked at the money Andy had placed on his side and asked, "How much do you need?"

"Fifty thousand euros, not a cent less, but also not a cent more."

Fifty thousand euros was definitely not expensive to buy the life-threatening intelligence and whereabouts of the Tiger Claw Gang's top brass in Genting. Apparently, Wakako had made a certain discount in this regard, and the money that belonged to Andy in Carl's hand was more than enough.

“When can I get it?”

"It won't be long."

Karl, who had worked with Wakako on several missions, could understand the time.

In other words, about two to three days?

"The money has been sent. When the time comes, you can send that information to this number."

"Don't worry, I know the rules."

Wakako received the money and hung up the phone after leaving this sentence. Carl looked at the remaining 148,405 euros in hiring fees. After thinking about it, he kept 405 euros and sent the remaining 148,000 euros to Mr. Johnson.

Johnson:? Carl: Take him to see a prosthetic doctor. I'll give you an address. Have you heard of Dr. Victor in Watson District? Take Andy there to get a new prosthetic.

Johnson: No, Andy gave you all this money as a reward for buying intelligence.

Carl: I've been paid.

Carl looked at the new income in his account and said, "This money is my investment for Andy. After he finishes dealing with those people from the Tiger Claw Gang, I want him to join your team, Mr. Johnson."

JOHNSON: In my team. Why?
Carl: I want to place some of the people I invested in into the NCPD.

Johnson: Hey, what are you talking about openly? I can arrest you for saying such things in front of the sheriff. And what do you mean by planting your people? Are you treating NCPD as a gang base?

Carl: It’s not the same now.

Seeing what Carl said, Johnson wanted to refute, but he couldn't.

Johnson: So, in addition to being a mercenary, you're also planning on being a gang leader?
Carl: That's not the case.

Carl thought for a moment and sent a message: "I just put some people in the biggest gang in the city to prepare for future contributions. To put it nicely, Mr. Johnson, you can regard this as some kind of bribery."

Personnel Bribery
JOHNSON: Carl, are you going to do anything?

Carl: I just thought of a sentence.

JOHNSON: One sentence?

Carl: The police have to be good people.

Mr. Johnson took a long time to reply:
"Good people, there are no good people in this Night City."

"Then slowly try to become the director and be a good person, Mr. Johnson."

Night City is an independent city, and its laws happen to be somewhat different from those of the new United States. That is, under the laws of Night City, the director of NCPD can be nominated from the lower levels instead of being appointed by the mayor. One of the reasons for this is certainly that NCPD has essentially become an independent agency and only listens to orders from the mayor, but more of a reason is the game played by major companies, which are unwilling to let the mayor control more power.

Each state in the new United States has its own police agency. As an independent city-state, Night City manages an area that is both a city and a small country. Its police positions are mixed with regulations from various countries, and the positions are finally clearly divided into five classes.

Ordinary police officers, then the police officers in charge of ordinary police officers and streets, and above them are the sheriffs who manage a team. Above the sheriff are the captains of the police stations who manage two to three teams and the region, and above them are the deputy chiefs and chiefs.

Mr. Johnson may have only been sheriff for three months, but who says he can't move up a level?

At least Carl has considerable confidence in Mr. Johnson.

As for Mr. Johnson, he stared at the words Carl said about making him the director for a long time.

It's been so long that he himself doesn't know what he is thinking about.

But his heart, the heart in his chest, the heart that was slowly illuminated, began to beat before he could think it through.

Inwardly, the answer came faster than his.

This answer made him answer Karl involuntarily:

"Then I'll just rely on your bribe and try my best."

He became a policeman at the age of eighteen, worked as a patrol officer for sixteen years, and wasted eleven years as a police inspector. Now, because of a word from a young man, he plans to start working hard in middle age.

It sounds like a joke.

But Mr. Johnson, be prepared to try.

after all
Even if it is a joke, it is always worth making people laugh.

(End of this chapter)