Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 350 112. Old Mexican Stir-fried Pork

Since Carl and his team set out from the border between Taiping State and Dog Town until they arrived in Saint Domingo, their vehicles had not been attacked along the way.

T-BUG detected several intrusions on the way, and she blocked them every time. This was the only intrusion that Carl's team and their employer suffered on the way.

The forces that had their eyes on Dexter DeShawn had already realized that the team escorting Dexter DeShawn was the KK team, and that group of forces obviously had no intention of fighting with the KK team.

The KK team is no longer an unknown mercenary team. Just hearing their name is enough to settle many things on the streets. Obviously, the forces that have set their sights on Dexter DeShawn do not have the intention of killing Dexter, or Dexter is not worth their high price to challenge the KK team's 100% mission completion rate.

"It's so quiet. Those guys are so timid."

Arriving in Santo Domingo, the escort had ended as agreed. V got out of the Thunderbolt Colby, apparently dissatisfied with the fact that the mission was completed without any attacks. "I was thinking that if the Voodoo Gang came, it would be a good opportunity to try out the swordsmanship I have practiced recently."

"Would you like to hear what you have to say?"

Oliver got out of the car. "Isn't it good to end the mission safely? Do we have to kill a few Voodoo Gang members? I feel like Carl now. I think you are becoming more and more murderous. Adam Hammer kills people when he is unhappy. Why do you feel like you are unhappy if you don't kill someone in a day?"

“I just want to hone myself.”

"Maybe it's because of your personality, V, that you're becoming stronger and stronger."

Jack also got off the car with emotion, and then looked at his employer Dexter DeShawn who also got off the car.

"You did a good job." Dexter DeShawn also spoke up at this time. He first praised Team Carl, and then looked at Carl: "The order is settled, and I have already transferred the balance."

"I got it."

Carl, who was sitting in the back seat of the car and guarding Dexter DeShawn the whole time, looked at the number that arrived in the account and nodded to Dexter DeShawn: "It's a good mission. We can contact you more often if there are missions in the future."

“Of course I will keep in touch.”

After getting off the car, Dexter DeShawn relit his cigar and took a puff. He is now really more and more satisfied with the KK team.

Along the way, every time the mysterious force (Voodoo Gang) invaded, they were able to repel it in the first place, and did not let the other party get any information about their vehicle. And relying solely on their reputation as mercenaries, they forced the Voodoo Gang to give up their goal of killing them. This kind of team is more worthy of Dexter DeShawn's trust than a team that fights the Voodoo Gang with real guns and achieves results.

The middleman industry is essentially a resale business. When selecting mercenaries, combat effectiveness and execution are naturally the most important criteria. However, if a team can meet these two basic requirements while ensuring the safety and security of the mission, it is undoubtedly a huge plus.

At least for Dexter DeShawn, he appreciates those teams that can rely on their reputation to deter the enemy and complete their mission safely, rather than those teams that need to go through many crises to complete their escort mission.

Watching Dexter DeShawn get in the ordinary Colby and leave, Oliver, who had not expected today to end so peacefully, stretched himself and said, "So, that's it for today. Guard one person, and we're done. Let's go eat?"

"Eating is fine."

Jack checked the time: "It's still early though. It's still some time before our usual lunch time."

"How about walking around the streets?" V suggested. He looked at the calm Saint Domingo and said, "I haven't been to Saint Domingo much."

"I'm tired of this place, but if you're interested, V, I know a good place to eat nearby. We can go there and have a cup of coffee first, then have some Mexican food when it's almost lunchtime. The owner has a private collection of goods, and since we know each other, he might even provide us with organic food."

Oliver was a native of Saint Domingo after all. He knew best what shops were around and which shops had good food. The shop he mentioned immediately attracted the attention of the other two.

“Mexican?” “Organic?”

Jack has a special liking for Mexican food, while Carl is very interested in organic food. Obviously, the store mentioned by Oliver just hits the spot for their lunch cravings.

"It looks like it was passed unanimously."

What are you waiting for? Oliver got in the driver's seat and said, "Get in the car. We're going to the southern part of Coronado Ranch. There's a restaurant called 'Lao Mo Xiao Chao Rou' over there. The food there is absolutely delicious."

"It should be my turn to drive today. Never mind."

Jack sat in the passenger seat, and then Carl and V immediately sat in the back seat of Hera.

As the vehicle started, T-BUG spoke in the voice chat at the right time: "Remember to bring me a burrito. If not, we can talk later."

"Won't forget it."

Oliver activated Hera while answering T-BUG's words.

The area they were in now was the river valley area of ​​Santo Domingo, but it was not far from the Coronado Farm. With Oliver driving, the transformed Hera took less than twenty minutes to reach what Oliver called the 'Mexican Stir-fried Pork'.

Lao Mo Xiao Chao Rou has a red sign. Looking through the open plastic door under the sign, waitresses wearing a uniform of orange tops and dark green skirts are serving dishes to customers in the store. Judging from the people and interior decorations, Carl feels like he has walked into a fast food restaurant similar to KFC.

After parking the car and getting out, Oliver called his companions to follow him into the restaurant. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he waved to a waitress: "Rachel, bring some good food, for four people."

The waiter whose name Oliver called turned his head. When he saw Oliver, his eyes lit up. After noting down the request of the customer next to him, he walked over quickly and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Oliver. I heard that you have become a big shot recently. Why did you think of coming to a small restaurant like this to eat something today?"

"I just happened to pass by. Let me serve you coffee first. You can wait for the food."

Oliver glanced around the shop. Apart from the single seat by the window, there were only four square tables, three of which were occupied, and only one square table had one person sitting at it.

He looked at the empty seat and thought that four people could sit at the table if he moved a chair. So he walked towards the man who was drinking coffee and patted his leather jacket from behind: "Hey, man, if you don't mind, can we share the table?"

"Ok?"

The man in the leather jacket turned his head, revealing a very familiar face.

(End of this chapter)