Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 39 17. Dare to cause trouble?
"Counting the 10,000 euro reward from the NCPD, the 60,000 euros in savings, the 10,000 euros for buying real meat, and the 31,000 euros for buying a car, in the blink of an eye, only 20,000 euros are left."

Sitting in the Wild Wolf Bar, which had almost become a stronghold, Carl counted the euros he had left on his fingers and felt like a poor man again.

"You still have 20,000 euros, but I only have a few hundred euros left."

Oliver said, "I bought a Midnight Military SOR-22 kinetic precision rifle and gave myself a nanofiber prosthetic, and my bank account was wiped out."

[Midnight Military Industry SOR-22]: A powerful semi-assault rifle, built specifically for the military. It is plain and deadly without any embellishment. Although this heavy rifle, which is quite suitable for charging into battle, requires a good endoskeleton and muscle bundles to bear its force, its powerful firepower is enough to satisfy anyone.

【Nanofiber】: Synthetic muscle fiber.

As he said that his savings were almost gone, Oliver looked at the SOR-22 that he had leaned against the bar, his eyes revealing a deep sense of satisfaction. It was obvious that this weapon was originally made for soldiers, and it pleased him as a former member of the Sixth Street Gang.

“I don’t have as much savings as Carl has left, but it’s still something.”

Jack, who was drinking, looked at Oliver's weapons with envy and said, "It's just that I still need a certain amount of prosthetics and weapons to satisfy me."

"I think that after prosthetics and weapons, we should also add motorcycles."

Carl chewed the fries Mrs. Wells brought over and said, "Jack, haven't you always wanted to buy an ARCH motorcycle?"

"That requires money, brother."

Jack's face showed a rare look of distress: "If you want to be a big shot, you have to take enough jobs first, but without enough weapons and prosthetics, you can't take those big jobs. You can only save the motorcycle for now."

"There will always be a living Jack, there will always be a living Jack."

Carl stared at the phone number of the middleman Faraday in the address book, but he felt that this middleman was not very reliable.

They were given a small job as a test, but no more work was assigned to them after that. They were not given a definite answer as to whether they could do the job or not, which was really a headache.

Just when Carl was thinking about whether to take some ordinary daily jobs, there was a very noisy noise coming from the wine table not far from them. When Carl and the other two were attracted and looked over, a man was holding a wine bottle and hitting another man opposite him on the head.

"Bah!"

The sound of the bottle breaking was quite clear in the bar during the day. Almost instantly, the entire bar fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the table where the incident happened.

"Can you really do it, bastard? Give me your answer, and stop hesitating."

The man who opened the bottle of wine and poured it on the man opposite him looked to be in his twenties, about the same age as Jack. He was wearing a jacket and half of his face was embedded with a mechanical face. The expression made by the machine and the flesh seemed quite impatient.

Carl didn't have any impression of him, as he was probably not a regular at the Wild Wolf Bar. However, he had some impression of the man sitting opposite him, whose head was bleeding and whose scalp was covered with shards of glass, but who didn't dare to cry out in pain.

I remember that he was a driver doing business in Heywood. He would often come to the Wild Wolf Bar for a drink after work. He was in his fifties and people called him Lao Huo Tou, meaning an old man who often ran goods.

Among the civilians of Night City, a man in his fifties running goods on the streets can indeed be considered an old man.

"What happened is this."

After all, the Wild Wolf Bar was opened by his mother, so Jack naturally had reason to stop the dispute. He immediately stood up and walked towards where the old man was. Carl gave Oliver a look, and Oliver understood and followed Jack. Carl first poured the French fries on the plate on the table into the small plastic bag given by Mrs. Wells, and then walked over while eating the French fries.

The crispy fries that had just been fried would become soft if eaten slowly. When Carl arrived, the conversation between Jack, who was in charge of mediation, and the half-faced mechanical man also made him understand the general situation.

To put it simply, the half-faced mechanical man is a field investigator sent by a military technology company. He is tracking down Heywood's freight situation, and the old man happened to pass by the route where Heywood transported supplies to the municipal center these days, so he came to the old man to ask for clarification, but the old man just hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.

"Is the old guy running the route for the military technology company?"

"No, he just ran the relevant route, and he had no contact with military technology."

After hearing Oliver's answer, Carl felt a little confused.

"Since it's not the old man who is responsible for losing the military technology, to be more precise, it's the company that has the problem and needs to ask the old man, why is it now the company's staff who are asking the old man to hand over the information?"

"Company staff, that's how it is. To them, the old guy is just a street vendor. He's nothing. So they take it easy."

"So, this is a threat, right?"

Relying on the power of the company behind it to make threats.

Carl looked at the old man who had done nothing wrong but was cut on the head just because he couldn't speak clearly. The blood kept flowing and he didn't even dare to wipe it. He was trembling and didn't dare to resist at all. Then he looked at the arrogant company employee who looked like it was your fault if you didn't help us, and he understood.

"Come on."

Carl walked to the bar, where Mrs. Wells had already taken out the medical kit and was ready.

"Mrs. Wells, do you mind if I help you clean up?"

"What are you talking about, kid? It's really great that you're willing to help."

"That's good."

Carl walked back with the medical kit and handed the kit and his half bag of chips to Oliver.

"I'm leaving the treatment of the old man to you. Remember to handle it carefully and don't steal my fries. I'm watching them. There's still half a bag left."

Oliver stared at Carl, then looked at Jack who was still saying something, as if he understood what Carl was going to do.

"I won't steal food, leave it to me to deal with it, but don't break anything."

"I know, Jack has a very good temper. For a guy like this..."

Carl rubbed his fists and walked up.

"I can't even break a cup if I try."

He actually dared to cause trouble in the Wild Wolf Bar for no reason. Who gave him the courage?

(End of this chapter)