Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 249 11. Private life
The second day of rest for the team.

Carl opened his eyes in bed.

There was no emergency communication.

Karl got out of bed and walked to wash up while looking at the messages that had been sent during his sleep, which were not particularly urgent.

The first thing I looked at was Oliver and his friends' information.
It's a photo show off.

Next batch.

Middleman information.

There's nothing new here, I just told myself that if I'm about to end my break, remember to contact them first.

Next batch.
There is no new information about other friends I know.

Ok.

After washing up and reading the message, Carl had nothing to do.

When I was doing the task, I didn’t realize that I had so much free time when I was free.

What to do today, go out for a nice meal, then come back and watch a day of super dreams?
But the recent Mewtwo movies are nothing good. All the skills that should be learned have been learned. Most of the Mewtwo that keep launching new seasons are just lame ducks, relying on the popularity of the first season to sell them. The quality is completely inferior to the original, and the experience is completely unremarkable.

Although JK is a pretty annoying guy, one has to admit that his super dream movies are indeed top-notch in Night City. Without him, there are not many interesting super dream movie editors in the city.

After thinking about it, Karl looked at the names of several people in the communication and sent messages to them respectively.

"Mr. Kenichi Shiro, what are you doing recently? Do you need me to help you with anything?"

"Blanca, how is the deployment of the prosthetics going? When can I expect to receive it? Are there any new commissions? Are there any people in the company that you don't like?"

Kenichi Shiro: No need. I will contact you if there is anything. Don’t send messages if there is nothing else. The line is not secure.

Blanca: It will probably take about a week or two. As for the commission, let's talk about it after I return to Night City. I just left for Seattle. How come you would take the initiative to send me a message? It's really rare. Do you miss me?
Carl glanced at Kenichi Shiro's message on his phone and replied to Blanca: "No, I just have nothing to do."

"Didn't your team take a break recently? Are you ending your break on the second day?"

"I originally wanted to watch a Super Dream movie and have a good meal to get through the day, but there aren't many good Super Dream movies to watch recently, and eating doesn't take much time, so I thought I'd just do some private work while my teammates are resting."

"You don't want to find a middleman?"

Blanca, who was on the hovercraft, looked at Carl's message, glanced at the secretary opposite her, and after confirming the itinerary from her, she continued to send messages to Carl: "They will definitely welcome you to end your rest early."

"As for the middleman, it must be done by the team together. After all, you never know when you might be tricked. It's safer to have teammates around. But if it's your private job, I can rest assured."

Be a little more reassured about yourself
Blanca was stunned when she saw this.

Is this something Carl would say?
Is there anything wrong with the communication line?

Is the person opposite me really Carl?
Blanca urgently contacted her subordinates in Night City and asked them to confirm that the person she was communicating with was indeed Carl. She was a little surprised and sent a message:

"You trust me, aren't you afraid that I will sell you out now?"

Blanca has never forgotten the question Carl once asked her, which was whether he would kill her in the end because of her betrayal. Now, Carl actually said that he trusted her.

Biological monitoring.

I'm not dreaming.

Blanca couldn't help but ask again: "I am the corporate dog you said could sell people out for profit." "Then what I trust is probably your vision."

Blanca looked at the text sent by Carl.

"I won't be sold until you sell me for a good price, right? Your vision should not be as bad as Faraday's."

Faraday.
It was Blanca who introduced this middleman who had close ties with their military technology on the street to Carl. However, Faraday broke off cooperation with Carl's team in order to gain short-term money from one or two missions. After that, he became a joke in the middleman circle.

What Carl meant was that he didn't think Blanca would become such a joke. He believed that even if Blanca really wanted to sell herself, she would sell her at a price that would make her excited.

But it was what Calmin said, that he believed that if Blanca really sold herself out, she could get a good price, that made Blanca silent.

Believe in your own eyes, betray the trust?
So open and aboveboard, so undisguised.

That's Carl's style.

A unique style that can only be seen in him.

Just like the sun in the sky, it is unique.

"People like you really shine."

Blanca's eyes moved slightly:
"Just consider it as being happy about your praise. If you want to kill time, I do have an internal task that I originally wanted to assign to my subordinates. Let me make it clear first, since it was not originally intended as a commission, I will not pay you for this job, but you can take a few things away from the task."

"Get something?"

Carl had already gone downstairs and was eating spaghetti with tomato sauce at a food stall. After swallowing a mouthful of noodles covered with tomato sauce and feeling the chewy noodles made of pure wheat breaking between his lips and teeth, Carl sent a message in reply:

"Is it a commission for transportation or escort?"

“Remember my past position?”

Carl still remembered Blanca's past position.

"About company transportation?"

"Yes, I have been promoted now and am in charge of another aspect, but the people who stayed in my original position are my subordinates. Recently, we have been cooperating with the Rangers in the Badlands to secretly intercept Arasaka's goods. If you are interested, I can arrange for you to meet my subordinates and take a trip to the Badlands."

"Recently, you have been secretly intercepting Arasaka's goods. Aren't you afraid that Arasaka will find out? What makes you take such a risk and keep doing this?"

"It's just some equipment, and we're not sure how Arasaka will transport it. The goods on the Badlands are just a route that happens to be managed by my subordinates. The real main personnel are all watching over the sea, so, are you interested?"

Karl thought for a moment.

"I'm interested. After all, I'm free."

"Then you really can't take your time. I've sent her my number, and I've already told her to contact her in detail. She's one of the best people under me right now, and she might be able to move up at any time. Remember to help me evaluate her loyalty, and I'll talk about the reward later."

Blanca sent a communication code, along with a name and introduction.

Meredith Stout, director of military technology transportation.

The director of military technology is also called the director like the one in Arasaka, but in fact, the position is just a little higher than that of ordinary employees. It is a real middle-level position. In comparison, it is probably the position of Section Chief Arasaka.

In terms of this position, it is only one level lower than Blanca.

In Arasaka, this is already a position where one could even think of committing insubordination.

(End of this chapter)