Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 28 6. Bills and Waste

"You should wipe your face first."

After hesitating for a moment, Blanca took out a handkerchief and handed it to Carl: "You can't walk on the road like this."

"My appearance?"

Carl realized it later and found the glass fragments in the room to look at his reflection. After seeing the appearance of his face, his expression became a little ugly: "I was wondering why my face feels sticky."

Carl wiped his face with the towel, and after wiping it clean, he handed the towel back to Blanca.

"Thanks."

'Would a normal person use someone else's handkerchief to wipe the blood off their face and then hand it back to her without hesitation?'

Looking at her handkerchief that was still dripping with blood, Blanca's mouth twitched. Considering that the other party had done a great job, she endured it and took the handkerchief back. Then she saw Carl starting to turn over the bodies of the Whirlpool Gang and others.

"what are you doing?"

"Looking for money, picking up guns and selling them for money."

Don’t you know that mercenaries are looting as a matter of course?

Carl glanced at his employer. How could this rich man not even pick up the money that fell on the ground?

Realizing that she had asked a stupid question, Blanca felt that her brain was not working very well in front of this killer.

Under Blanca's gaze, Carl took ten minutes to loot the money and guns, and then the two of them did not delay upstairs any longer. Everything was done, and there was no need to stay any longer.

When he walked downstairs, Carl searched the belongings of the three bodies at the door, and then looked at the car that brought them here. After all, he did not take the car away.

It’s not that Carl didn’t want to take the car away, but nowadays all cars have special locking and authentication procedures. He didn’t have special unlocking tools, and he had just started learning hacking skills, so he had no way to take the car away.

"Do you need me to take you there next?"

Carl was willing to give Blanca a ride, considering it as a reward for the other party's quick payment.

"No, my car is here."

Carl watched the artificial eye in Blanca's eye flash, and then a 'Villefort Curtis V5000 Courage' drove automatically from a distance and slowly drove in front of the two of them.

[Villefort Curtis V5000 Courage]: The most valuable model produced by the Villefort factory. Its simple and elegant appearance is very popular among corporate people, politicians, and gang leaders. Although it is prone to failure, its sturdy body manufactured in cooperation with military technology can ensure the safety of people in the vehicle.

The driver's door opened automatically. Blanca got in but didn't rush to close the door and drive away. Instead, she kept one foot on the floor mat and one foot on the ground outside the car and invited Karl: "Would you like me to give you a ride?"

A smile appeared on her face at this moment: "Just think of it as a chance for more cooperation in the future."

It seems that this phone number will be dialed frequently in the future.

With this in mind, Carl rejected Blanca's kindness: "I can walk back by myself."

"Ok."

Seeing Carl's refusal, Blanca did not ask again. She waved goodbye to Carl, sat up straight, closed the car door, and drove away, while Carl watched from behind for a long time. A few minutes later, Carl sighed, "That car is at least 370,000 euros. My commission is really too little."

Carl thought 50,000 Euros was a lot, but compared to the car that the employer drove away casually.
“I have to work harder next time.”

Carrying a lot of bags and walking towards the southern part of Watson District, Carl also browsed the prices of related vehicles in his mind while walking on the road. As a result, he accidentally saw an advertisement.

"Want to travel through the stars? Want to step on the moon? Now you don't need 10 million or 1 million to go to the moon. You only need 250,000 euros to do it. It's better to act now."

Moon travel?

Nowadays, even traveling to the moon is possible.

I'm a little moved.

Carl still had a bit of yearning for the starry sky, and then just below the price of 250,000 for a three-day and two-night trip to the moon, he also saw the cost of settling on the moon, the relevant procedures and processing fees, and the total price was .
Five million euros.

This does not include the price of purchasing houses on the moon, etc.

Carl was a little curious about the price of houses on the moon, so he looked up relevant information and saw the relevant prices on Night City News Channel 54.

'The price of an immigrant house is 100 million euros. Although the price is a bit high, it is nothing compared to your safety. ' (In-game News)
One hundred million.

Carl did a quick calculation and concluded that he would have to do the same commission as Blanca's two thousand times to get that much money. Based on the standard of ten deaths in each mission, twenty thousand deaths would be required to make one hundred million. With this number of deaths, the entire Vortex Gang would not have enough to die. Instead of that, he might as well find a company executive to have a talk.

Fortunately, I don’t plan to settle on the moon, but I can try to go there for fun when I have time.

And going to the moon is no different.

Carl looked at the examples that Channel 54 used to illustrate the formality and safety of the immigration they recommended. Some companies deceived people into working on the moon in the name of an immigration paradise. He could only say that the company's behavior was the same wherever it went and it would not change.

No matter their bodies were bound by the earth's gravity, or seemed to be flying freely in the starry sky, they were ultimately dazzled by the neon lights that seemed brighter than the sun.

Looking at the increasing number of billboards after he left the industrial area in the northern part of Watson District, Carl thought about it and decided to try steak tonight.

Worm steaks may actually contain six times the protein of real beef.

Except for the two Saratoga submachine guns produced by Military Technology, Carl sold all the other guns. With the money plus the commission and the miscellaneous money he looted, Carl's account was close to the unprecedented height of 60,000.

I turned around and threw a submachine gun to Jack, and then I looked at what kind of prosthetics they wanted, so I could lend them some as a payment.
After becoming rich, Carl obviously became much more arrogant. While thinking about the use of the money, he walked into a restaurant on the street and ordered a rib steak worth twenty euros, which he had never ordered before.

It only took two minutes for the steak synthesized by worms to be served. On the piece of meat, synthetic bones made of hydroxyapatite were inserted as decoration for the rib part of the rib steak, which looked quite realistic.

Not to mention, the appearance is already 80% similar to the real rib steak Carl has eaten.

I don't know what it tastes like either.
A few seconds later, Carl's face twisted as he used his knife and fork to cut off a piece of soft beef and put it into his mouth to chew.

Damn, this money is a waste.

(End of this chapter)