Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 338 100. Taking office as Deputy Director

"Dear viewers, this is News Channel 54. We have just received a shocking piece of news. According to the latest police report, the newly appointed chief of NCPD met with an accident in his private residence and unfortunately died.

The incident occurred at 8:55 this evening at the chief's private residence. According to preliminary investigations, the chief's body was found in his home. The residual alarm and surveillance data at the scene showed that this was a murder case. At present, Captain Johnson of NCPD has blocked the scene and is fully investigating the matter. NCPD said in a statement that the unfortunate death of the chief is a huge loss to the entire Night City. During his tenure, the chief has been committed to combating crime and protecting the safety of citizens. His death is a loss to the entire society.
NCPD reminds citizens that the case is currently under investigation and citizens should remain vigilant. If you have any clues, please contact NCPD in time. At the same time, NCPD also calls on citizens not to spread unconfirmed news to avoid causing unnecessary panic. We will continue to pay attention to this matter and provide updates to everyone as soon as we get more information. Please continue to pay attention to News 54 for the latest reports;

Thank you for listening, this is News 54, we will continue to bring you the latest news and information, please stay tuned."

Chewing the slices of Iberian ham, Carl felt the perfect amount of salt and meat spreading in his mouth. After turning off the news on TV, he took a bottle of purified water from the small refrigerator in the room, checked it briefly, and then drank it.

"Gulu."

With the sound of swallowing in his throat, Carl let out a long breath: "I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten tonight. Fortunately, there is something to eat here."

"Don't eat at a crime scene!"

Listening to Carl's voice that didn't care about himself, Mr. Johnson, who was standing in front of the bed where the NCPD chief's body lay, and was thinking about how to deal with this matter properly, turned his head. He looked at Carl, who was eating and drinking with kitchen items and walking around the house, and said:

"Why did you stay and watch me deal with things today? Are you planning to help me?"

"It's a title after all, it's not good to just leave."

As he spoke, Carl took a piece of soda cracker and chewed it and swallowed it. After eating it completely, he said, "Who told you, Mr. Johnson, to assign us the identities of assistants as soon as you came? The investigation has just begun, and the assistants have run away. It's not good at all."

"You don't look like you intend to be a good assistant."

Mr. Johnson complained speechlessly, and turned around to see two people coming out of the bathroom, "Well, it should be you, pay attention, there might be other people coming over later, don't be so casual, as if you were at home."

Hearing what Mr. Johnson said, Jack and Oliver, who were wearing bathrobes, felt a little embarrassed. However, Oliver was thicker-skinned. After a brief moment of embarrassment, he came over with a smile and asked:

"Um, Mr. Johnson. The clothes I brought are still being washed in the washing machine. Do you have any extra police uniforms? Can I work for you as a temporary NCPD worker?"

"Don't talk so nicely, Oliver, you boy"

Johnson recalled the embarrassing situation when he first arrived, when he almost failed to identify the people from the two black balls and was so nervous that he almost drew his gun. He sighed helplessly:
"You are about the same height as Andy. Andy should have spare police uniforms. Ask him to borrow one. As for Jack, none of the teams I lead have a body type that fits his. You can figure it out on yourselves."

"I've already brought the clothes."

Speaking of Andy, Andy arrived. He walked into the room from somewhere else and threw two sets of clothes to Oliver and Jack.

"I have it too, isn't it the size that doesn't match up?"

Jack was a little surprised when he saw the NCPD uniform in his hand. "I'll find a similar one in the team. There's no one that fits the bill exactly. It might be a little tight, so you can just make do with it."

Andy smiled at Jack and walked towards Carl. "How is the food here? Carl, if you are not used to it, why don't we go to a nice restaurant after we finish, and have dinner together."

"It's actually okay. After all, the chief of the NCPD knows how to enjoy himself. But the portions are not very large, so they can only be eaten as snacks. Let's go have dinner together later."

Carl was naturally happy to accept his friend's invitation, but the dinner they were having was ruthlessly interrupted by Mr. Johnson:
"Don't even think about going to eat. This is a very tricky matter. Andy, you come back with me to deal with it. The other members of the team have already discussed this situation and are going to give you the credit for arresting the 'murderer' who assassinated the NCPD chief. When the time comes, I'll move, and you should follow."

"I?"

"You, get ready to be the chief of police. The higher-ups have already notified me that the deputy chief will be promoted to chief. He wants me to take his place. I will set up a special response team and you will be the leader. You can pick the most capable people to join. I will give you the best equipment and you will be in charge of any emergency."

"I'm just a newcomer. This speed doesn't comply with the regulations."

"The director of a bureau is directly parachuted in. What rules are there?"

Mr. Johnson said this with a subtle tone: "And this is what our incoming director wants to see. He is fed up with the terrorist mobile team that follows orders but not declarations, and he is eager to have his own people."

"The deputy chief is the one who accepted the bribe and made you, Mr. Johnson, the sheriff. It seems that he treats you, Mr. Johnson, as his own."

"maybe."

Johnson listened to Carl's words without commenting.

He slowly walked to the edge of the room where the former NCPD chief lived, opened the curtains, and looked at Night City through the bulletproof glass.

The brilliance and height were all imprinted in his eyes.

"No matter what kind of changes it makes, it will always be better than the current NCPD."

The NCPD is an underfunded, underequipped, and apathetic organization. The officers' job is thankless, and even if the lower-level officers successfully solve a case, they will not receive any rewards. Instead, they may be punished for touching on corporate and gang deals. However, although they are still restricted by the corporate side, they can at least breathe a sigh of relief.

"Deputy Director"

Mr. Johnson sighed.

(End of this chapter)