Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 346 108. The middleman that T-BUG knows
'This is News Channel 54. Today, we have an important personnel change news to share with you.

“After a rigorous evaluation and review, the NCPD has announced a significant organizational change. We are honored to announce that Mr. Johnson, a native of Santo Domingo, has been officially appointed as Deputy Chief of the NCPD. This decision was made in recognition of Mr. Johnson’s long-standing outstanding contributions and leadership in law enforcement.

Mr. Johnson has served in the police force for many years and is known for his strong sense of justice and unremitting commitment to public safety. His promotion is not only a milestone in his personal career, but also an encouragement to the entire NCPD team.

In his new position, Mr. Johnson will be responsible for overseeing the day-to-day operations of the NCPD and working closely with the Chief to develop and implement strategies to combat crime and protect the safety of our citizens. We are confident that his leadership will bring new energy and direction to the NCPD and further enhance the safety and stability of our neighborhoods.

We look forward to Mr. Johnson continuing to demonstrate his professionalism and commitment to the public good in his new role, and to our city becoming even safer and more prosperous under his leadership.

Thank you for watching, News 54 will continue to bring you the latest news and updates, next is the weather forecast and sports news, please stay tuned.'

Listening to the news broadcast on Channel 54 on TV, Jack took a bite of pizza and said to Carl who was sitting next to him: "Carl, it seems that Mr. Johnson has been officially appointed as deputy director."

"I'm listening. Is it only officially announced today? It's been three days. The NCPD is really slow in handling the matter."

Carl, who was eating the French fries in front of him and was thinking about what he saw in the house a few days ago, was attracted by the news that Mr. Johnson had officially taken office.

Ever since the day when the NCPD chief was assassinated and the crazy scavenger killer was arrested and shot himself with sixteen bullets, it was actually a foregone conclusion that Mr. Johnson would become deputy chief. The following time was just a process of internal discussion and decision-making within the NCPD, but such efficiency can only be said to be in line with the NCPD's consistent style.

In an ordinary city, it would be nothing to take three days to decide on a deputy director, and there might not even be a successor after ten days or half a month. But this is Night City after all, and NCPD is the organization nominally responsible for the security of the entire city. Even such an organization that should have taken emergency action took three days. It can only be said that the internal situation of NCPD may be even more chaotic than imagined.

But at least Mr. Johnson has now become the deputy director of NCPD.

"When I was a kid, I fantasized about having someone to back me up in the NCPD so I could act without any scruples. I never expected my childhood fantasy would come true."

Oliver switched the TV channel and his eyes fell on the reports on other news channels about Johnson's appointment as deputy director. On the screen, Johnson was wearing a neat police uniform. Looking at Johnson's appearance, he couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Are we now the kind of mafia bosses in gangster movies who can reach into government agencies?"

"You should watch less gangster movies."

V, who was just coming out of the elevator, heard what Oliver said and walked over to say, "If the gangs in Night City were really like those in gangster movies, there wouldn't be all kinds of commissions to solve them every day."

"Did you just go for a morning exercise, V?"

Carl turned around and looked at V's clothes, and found some blood on them: "You are really hardworking. Have you taken on Regina Jones's job again?"

"I took a small job dealing with scavengers nearby, and I ran into a cyber psychopath who was going crazy. Regina said she would keep him for her, so I knocked him out and sent him over. The cyber psychopath put up a fierce resistance, so it took a little effort." V explained, hanging his bloody coat on the coat rack next to the elevator. He walked over, took a breath and sat on the sofa. "It's so early in the morning, I haven't even had breakfast, and I'm fighting a madman. It feels really bad."

"Have some French fries. They are semi-finished products made by Mrs. Wells. You can eat them after frying them at home. I made them. Try them."

Carl moved the plate of fries he was eating over and asked:
"That cyberpsychopath won't be hard to deal with, will it?"

"It's OK. Generally speaking, it was resolved in less than a minute. For those who can't keep up with my speed, I can just cut the tendons in their legs and stop them from running. What to do next is just a matter of means. I almost couldn't hold back during the fight. At the last moment when I was about to chop off his head, I remembered that Regina wanted to keep him alive, so I stopped. The knife stopped at his neck, only cutting less than a centimeter of flesh, and the blood splattered on me."

"It may be a problem of angle. Try changing the direction next time?"

Oliver and Jack felt a little numb as they listened to V and Carl eating French fries and chatting naturally about dealing with cyberpsychosis and holding back.

The two of them are not bad now, and they are the best mercenaries among the best in Night City, but there is still a big gap between them and their two companions who can hold back at the last moment when fighting cyberpsychopaths.

Carl's situation is understandable, after all, he has become stronger step by step under his nose, but what's wrong with V? When he first came to Night City, his ability was just so-so, even worse than them. Didn't everyone do big jobs together? V usually only took small jobs, such as killing scavengers. How could he fight a scavenger and get better every day? In the blink of an eye, even fighting against cyberpsychosis became a piece of cake.

Could it be that killing scavengers is the same as killing monsters to level up in a game, where you will become more skilled if you kill more?
It was natural for Jack and Oliver to not understand, because they only knew that V took on small jobs in his free time, but they subconsciously ignored what V meant by free time.

Take a walk to have breakfast, do a task, go to the bar to party, do a task, and during the task, do a task.

He has a training chip installed almost 24 hours a day, even when sleeping, and trains himself around the clock. According to V's talent, he can be a scavenger, let alone a cleaner, even if he practices at home. With such training, how can he not be strong?

What's more, although V's training is just about dealing with scavengers, it is actually about tapping into his past combat experience and gradually integrating the past and the present. In addition, he has adapted to the installed prosthesis with the help of combat. With all these factors combined, how can his progress not be fast?

As Carl and V were chatting, the fries in front of them were gradually finished. Just when V was still feeling a little hungry and was eyeing the pizza that Jack had not finished, T-BUG walked out of the room.

She lay on the railing on the second floor and said to the four people sitting on the sofa on the first floor: "A middleman I knew in the past is planning to return to Night City. Because he doesn't want to go through the inspection outside the city, he plans to enter Night City from Taiping State. He contacted me and wants to entrust someone to escort him there. Carl, are you interested in this mission?"

"T-BUG, the middleman you knew in the past?"

The four people were attracted by T-BUG's words.

(End of this chapter)