Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 290 52. Entrustment
'What a strong security guard.'

Facing the security guard, Carl had to admit that among the security personnel, except for the members of the Animal Gang, he had never seen anyone stronger than this black man.

"Could this be from the Animal Gang? But looking at his body, there doesn't seem to be any obvious traces of hormones. It looks like he has trained himself. It's strange that a security guard in a small bar can have such a physique."

Carl could feel that the burly black man was staring at him under his sunglasses. He responded to his gaze, but the burly black man turned his head away.

He took a step back and made room for Karl, apparently recognizing him and letting him pass.

Carl didn't pay much attention to the black security guard. Although Carl always had a strange feeling about this strange security guard, as if this black strong man was very similar to someone he knew, he couldn't remember how they were similar for a moment, so he let it go for the time being and prepared to go in and talk to Dino about the mission.

Carl followed V into the bar, which was dim even during the day. He saw Dino sitting on the sofa in the corner. He was about to say hello to him when a sudden flash of inspiration made him pause.

He recalled what this strange similarity was.

The behavior and actions of this strong black man always give me a sense of exemplaryness.

If Carl had to describe what being a model was, he really couldn't say it, but he could say that the other person's standing posture was very standard.

It is so standard that in Mewtwo, people who have such a standing posture have to make adjustments step by step to achieve it.

This kind of person is just standing there, but he doesn't seem to be relaxed at all, and he looks like he can attack or escape at any time.
There is no sense of flaws.

With the support of the computing power of the access warehouse, Carl can now easily judge the opponent's weaknesses or blind spots at a glance. Carl has become accustomed to the feeling of summarizing information and integrating it into himself, so he doesn't pay special attention when looking at people. But now that he thinks about it carefully, he can't see any flaws in an ordinary security guard that he can judge at a glance.

Carl had only felt this kind of exemplary sense of standard from Mr. Kenichi Shiro. Even the murderous Adam Hammer had never given Carl such a feeling. It was like the difference between a textbook and a wild way.

His curiosity was aroused, but everyone in Night City has secrets, and Carl would not rashly explore other people's deeply hidden secrets, so after pausing, he resisted the urge to turn around and take another look, and continued to walk towards Dino.

"It can't be like in Super Dreams, where he's some ace agent hiding his identity. Being a security guard would be a waste of talent."

Carl sat next to Dino's seat. Dino saw Carl approaching from a distance and said nothing. He just nodded at Carl and handed him a chip.

Carl didn't have the habit of inserting chips in person, so his mobile phone now had this function. Carl took the chip and inserted it into a groove on the top of the phone. As the chip, which was only five centimeters long, entered Carl's phone, various information began to flash on the screen.

"Where did you get this phone? It actually has this function. It looks quite trendy."

Dino watched Carl's actions, his face slightly raised under his sunglasses, a little curious.

"It's specially modified. The principle is not complicated. It just converts the access port. Apart from the fact that it gets hot when reading and may explode, there are no other disadvantages."

Hearing Carl's calm response, Dino's expression froze slightly. He asked tentatively, "Is the explosion power of this thing strong enough?"

"generally."

Carl looked at the content on his phone and said, "It's just like a modified, weakened fragmentation grenade. It won't matter if it kills one person." "What's the range?"

“Less than two meters.”

Daino looked at the distance between himself and Carl, and moved a little to create some distance.

He was an old middleman and was not afraid of anything. Death was commonplace to him. However, there was a difference between being beaten to death and being killed by a hot cell phone. At least the former was not a humiliating death.

I have heard that Carl has a very wild personality and a tendency towards cyberpsychosis. Dino has never believed it in the past because Carl is polite in communications and is efficient in taking on tasks. However, seeing is believing, and when they actually met, he found that he may indeed have a little bit of that tendency.

Carrying a modified mobile phone at all times, knowing that it may explode if a chip is inserted into it, but still using it as a matter of course, makes Deino feel that it is like carrying a bomb spark with him because it is suitable for lighting a cigarette, and then lighting it from time to time.

Carl, who was being watched by Dino, didn't pay attention to Dino's performance. His hands easily blocked the heat of the phone and read the information very quickly. After reading the content that could be displayed, Carl pulled out the chip, looked at Dino, and uttered a word with a sense of doubt and inquiry to him:

"Sparkling?"

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Watching Carl pull out the chip and then move it back, Dino said, "It's a highly addictive hallucinogenic drug. It's the latest product. It was secretly made by the Tiger Claw Gang. If you take too much at once, it can burn your neurons and make them glow."

“Addictive drugs.”

Carl had another word to describe this thing in his mind, which made him frown.

"So what do you want me to do in this job? Your chip only contains some flashing transaction records and situations. This is not really a job. If you want me to help you trade this, then forget it."

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to do this for me."

Daino waved his hand. "Although a can of this stuff could be worth tens or even millions of euros, I still won't touch it. Rather, I plan to hire your team to destroy this stuff that was recently sent from Kabuki. I found that the Tiger Claws secretly built a manufacturing plant in the city center, so I want you to find it and destroy it."

"How can I know you're not trying to destroy it and do it yourself? From what I've heard, you seem to be dabbling in some aspects?"

"Please KK."

When Dino talked about this drug with Carl, who was particularly sensitive, he was very frank:
"I won't do anything too much about this matter, because that would definitely get me into trouble. I just occasionally help people make doping drugs for use in sports competitions, pure stimulants, to improve sports skills, and to play with the perfect combination of physical and artificial bodies. Even this is just a dispensable industry. I have no interest in selling addictive drugs to the lower classes. It's better to say that I don't like those nasty things."

Carl stared at Dino.

'Heartbeat detection, breathing judgment, pulse beating. I'm not lying. My body doesn't have any prosthetics related to hormone regulation, so the possibility of covering up is not high.'

After making a basic judgment, Carl spoke: "I agreed to this job. Now, tell me about it in detail."

(End of this chapter)