Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 302 64. Long-lost friend

Wearing an Arasaka soldier's combat uniform and standing at the edge of the hall, Carl felt that life was truly wonderful.

When I worked for Military Technology, I had to wear the Arasaka soldier combat uniform. Now when I work for Arasaka, I still have to wear the Arasaka soldier combat uniform. Is this uniform bound to me? No matter which company it is, they like to use it, right?

Even though he complained in his heart, Karl had to admit that these clothes were indeed rare and high-quality clothes.

It won't be too restrictive, weapons can be hung everywhere on the body, and the protective power is good. If you sell the set of clothes like the one Carl is wearing, it might fetch several thousand Euros.

It's just that I have to wear an Arasaka helmet and I can't even show my face, which is quite frustrating.

"Cough cough."

When Carl was thinking that it would be fine for him to lean against the wall since no one had arrived yet, he saw V, who was not wearing a helmet and was wearing the same combat uniform as him, walking towards him with his hands behind his back, and deliberately coughed twice when he came in front of him.

"what."

"Number Four, are you monitoring carefully?"

V, who was wearing a badge with the words "Captain of the Second Combat Squad" on it, looked very respectable. He looked at Carl and said in a serious manner, "You better watch carefully and pay attention to the situation."

"Fuck you."

Carl raised his middle finger to V from under his glove: "He's a hangman. Since his face is not famous, it's his ability to be a captain who can show his face, right?"

"Haha, I feel weird too."

V smiled, pulled at the clothes that made him feel a little uncomfortable and said, "I've never tried this kind of clothes before, but when I put them on, it does feel like I'm wearing a layer of dog skin. How about the tone I just imitated, is it similar?"

"It's like a piece of shit. The superiors in Arasaka are arrogant and commanding to their subordinates. Your tone is so fake, it sounds wrong."

Carl complained, looking away, looking at the large empty banquet hall, and asked V: "How are Oliver and Jack doing over there? Are the other people coming in soon?"

"No, the people in charge of rechecking at the intersection are Arasaka's own combat team. They are watched by the Kenichi Shiro you mentioned. I don't need to be present in that area at all, so I came over to take a look at you."

V glanced at the wall next to where Carl was standing. There seemed to be nothing there, but V knew that there was a hidden emergency elevator there. They had come up through this elevator, and Carl's task today was to guard this elevator.

"Speaking of which, Carl, have you met Adam Heavy Hammer? Isn't he the current security chief of Arasaka Tower? How come I haven't seen him from beginning to end?"

Thinking of the guards reminded V of the famous legend, Adam Hammer, who even he, a former wanderer, knew about. He was curious as to why the security chief did not show up when today was supposed to be a security matter.

"Maybe it's guarding there, but we just can't see it."

Karl's eyes swept across the cameras placed between the chandeliers around the banquet hall: "After all, through surveillance, the people in the monitoring room can see the situation in this banquet hall more clearly than we can."

"That may be the case. It's a pity that T-BUG can't come for this mission, otherwise I would like her to help us connect to the camera to see what the situation is like inside the Arasaka Tower."

"Come on V, no matter how awesome T-BUG is, she may not be a match for all the hackers in Arasaka Tower. We are just here to get paid to be security guards, so let's not get into all that nonsense."

Carl always felt that V was good at making trouble. Hacking into Arasaka Tower, is this something that ordinary mercenaries would dare to think about? "So we are just going to be security guards today?"

"Otherwise, that's 150,000 euros per person. It's not too much to just watch the scene. We are mercenaries. We will do anything if we are paid enough. What's more, this is considered a good job."

"Is it true that nothing will happen?"

"Don't always think about doing more work for others V"

Carl was a little speechless about V's personality. Just like when he first met V, he took 30,000 euros and insisted on coming with two companions to help his team fight night ghosts. V's work spirit was too reliable. He always thought that he had to do work worthy of the money after getting paid, and he did things beautifully for the sake of his employer. There was nothing wrong with this, but the problem was that the concept of money and work matching was based on his standards. In the mercenary industry, his spirit of money and work matching could be regarded as disrupting the market.

Thinking about the work that V thought he could do in the discussion team, Carl found it outrageous. For a few thousand euros, he was willing to clear out an entire gang's place without leaving any survivors. This was the first time Carl took the job and he didn't feel so wronged.

"People are coming."

Just when Carl was about to discuss the market situation of middlemen and mercenaries with V, his eyes caught sight of a person walking in at the entrance of the hall. After that person, more people kept coming in, which made him interrupt the conversation.

"Has it started yet?"

Looking back at the appropriately dressed personnel in various formal attire, V nodded to Carl and walked towards the area he was responsible for.

It is now 6:20 in the evening, a normal time for the start of a party.

The banquet hall where Carl was located was on the highest floor among the four-story banquet halls. Those who were qualified to enter this banquet hall were at least section chief-level figures in Arasaka Corporation. Compared with the people Carl had seen, the most basic personnel were all at Tanaka level.

This is the Tanaka who was unfortunately expelled from the mission of Cybertron and fell into the hands of Mann and his men.

Carl's eyes under his helmet were calm towards these people who were chatting and walking in the banquet hall. He did not feel that they were so great or of such high status.

At least I have killed the vice president. Although I haven't killed the board director or minister-level staff at the next level, it's not impossible to try if I get the chance.

I hope I don’t have to kill anyone unexpectedly today.

While watching the flow of people, Carl suddenly noticed a hint of blue out of the corner of his eye.

Azure?
This hair color is not uncommon in Night City, but Carl inexplicably feels that the blue color is quite familiar, and even has a sense of nostalgia for not having seen it for a long time.
He moved his gaze and followed the blue color, and then he saw a pair of purple pupils.

The one with the long blue hair in a ponytail is a girl with purple pupils.

The girl has an average-looking face, with patch-like prosthetics on both sides of her cheeks.

Seeing her, Karl couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

He didn't expect to meet her today.
This friend whom I haven't seen for a long time.

　p.s. Typhoon Bebejia is coming to challenge me. I will update the battle tomorrow - it will win, it is the challenger.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)