Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 273 35. New Police Officer

'What is inside this chip?'

Carl, who was thinking about this question, was not too focused in the following cleanup operation because of his curiosity. When his thoughts were interrupted by a hand patting his shoulder, the nine former scavengers who had stolen the recording of Mewtwo were already lying on the ground.

"What are you thinking about? I thought you would be in a hurry to clean up these guys who messed with Mewtwo, but it seems like you're distracted the whole time?"

V patted Carl on the shoulder and glanced at the body on the ground, which was full of disbelief. Under the dim light, the body did look a bit like Carl. He said, "Is it about the chip? If you're really curious, why not just plug it in and see what's inside?"

"That's too risky V."

Carl shifted his mind away from his thoughts and shook his head: "Let's go back and use the equipment to check. That way it's safer."

"Is that so?"

V, who had always inserted a chip whenever he had one during his wandering career, didn't quite understand why Carl was so cautious, but he still kept in mind his companion's caution.

Unknown chips cannot be randomly inserted into the chip slot
"I've called Mr. Johnson and his team, and I've told them about these pirated Mewtwo. They'll destroy the unnecessary parts properly. So, is the deal settled?"

Jack came over and looked at the body.

"This deal is closed."

Carl looked at the communication and saw the priest who had transferred the money. According to the time he transferred the money, it was probably when Carl and his friends just entered the building.

Do you know that these guys can't escape?

After sending a message to the priest that the mission was over, Carl turned to look at V and asked, "How does it feel to be on your first official mission as a member of the team, V? You killed seven people by yourself today."

"It feels similar to clearing out the Luan Dao Society camp?"

V thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe, it should be even easier?"

"It seems that this kind of small job is really nothing to you."

Carl nodded slightly.

V's combat capability was pretty good. There weren't many wanderers in the entire wanderer tribe who could drive a broken car across the Badlands alone. And after arriving in the city, he replaced the old operating system that was covered in gravel and blood, and installed prosthetics such as Apogee Swanstein. Now V's combat capability was catching up with Jack and Oliver. In fact, in comparison, from Carl's point of view, it was impossible to tell who was stronger.

"We can go back and ask V to try the training chip."

Speaking of training chips, Carl remembered what he considered to be the basic combat power comparison standard in the training chip, that is, Mr. Johnson.

I wonder how many Mr. Johnsons V can fight.

Standing on the first floor, watching Mr. Johnson walk quickly toward him after getting out of the police car, such an impolite comparison flashed through Carl's mind.

"Karl, haven't seen you for a while?"

I never thought that Carl in front of me was comparing himself to Mr. Johnson in his head. He seemed to be in a very good mood today. When he came over, he even greeted Carl. It had been a long time since we last met.

"I haven't seen Mr. Johnson for some time."

Karl was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a young police officer in police uniform, with the brim of his hat pressed down, walking slowly towards them.

Seeing his approaching steps, Carl recognized who he was. He couldn't help but smile and greeted him: "Andy, I haven't seen you for a while. It seems that you have dealt with those bastards." "Mr. Johnson helped me."

The brim of Andy's hat was slightly raised, and his face appeared from under the police hat. Now, there was a smile on his face: "With the help of the police investigation and the pretense of accepting bribes, Mr. Johnson gave me the opportunity to sneak into the store during the chaos and get rid of those bastards."

“How many have been solved in total?”

"Four of them were involved in human trafficking. I didn't let any of them go. I personally sank the leader to the bottom of the river."

"Not exposed?"

"If you expose yourself."

Speaking of this, Andy turned his head and looked at Johnson, and Johnson said, "The middleman you bought the intelligence from helped us a lot later, and also covered up our tracks."

"Wakako helped?"

Carl was a little surprised. When he first connected, Wakako was willing to sell the information only for his sake. But when Carl and his friends left Night City for the Badlands, Wakako actually helped out later.
But Carl soon figured it out.

Back then, Andy was just a half-disabled, lone mercenary, which is certainly not the same as it is now.

A useless mercenary and a mercenary who has the help of NCPD and is capable of killing his own enemies within the Tiger Claw Gang are obviously two different concepts. The former may bring harm to himself by providing timely assistance, while the latter is icing on the cake and he has to accept this favor.

"This group of middlemen are worthy of being famous in the district. They are really unwilling to suffer any loss and are unwilling to make less profit."

Carl, who understood the meaning behind this, shook his head, and then turned to Andy, but did not say anything. He just patted Andy on the shoulder and walked past Mr. Johnson, leaving only one sentence:

"You have to help me be an insider, Andy. I'm still waiting for you to collude with me and find a chance to bring down Mr. Johnson, who has become the director."

"You're thinking about getting me down before I even become the director, right, you brat?"

Helplessly turning his head to look at Carl who was getting into the car, Mr. Johnson noticed that there was one more person in their team.

Is that the new member named V that Carl mentioned?

It seems that not only are we changing, they are changing too.

Johnson thought about the first time he and Carl met, when Carl dared to face the situation of cyberpsychosis alone, and then looked at the team today.

It took only four months to go from obscurity to fame in Night City.

I really don’t know how much he will grow next.

The King of Night City?

Or.
Mr. Johnson pressed the brim of his police hat and walked towards the building. "Follow Andy. This is your first time, right? Get used to it."

He said: "It may not be long before you have to do this kind of thing."

Sheriff is the highest position in Night City, and he can lead the team everywhere.

Mr. Johnson's recent achievements are enough for him to get something and talk to his superiors about a higher position.

(End of this chapter)