Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 398 11. Night Arrives
"Will you prepare the same amount today?"

"as always."

"That guy has a really good appetite."

With emotion, the kitchen helper assisted the waiter to put a pile of food on the dining cart: "Hurry up, if you go too late, that person might scold you again."

"A guy who just relies on his cousin."

"Be careful what you say. If someone hears you, you know what will happen."

After arranging the food neatly, the kitchen helper waved his hand and said, "Stop talking, just go and deliver it. Anyway, you just have to endure it for a few more days and it will be over. Once another hotel is coordinated for check-in, he will leave Los Angeles."

"I shouldn't have delivered the meal that time. After I delivered it once, everyone asked me to deliver it by name. I'm too cautious."

Although he complained, the waiter did not hesitate to act. After making sure that the food was safely placed, he quickly pushed the food cart out of the kitchen.

Four roast chickens and two kilograms of butter bread were neatly arranged on the dining car, next to them were four jars of jam and two fried eggs, as well as forty slices of bacon, two sausages, and four large plates filled with raspberries and other fruits.

For an ordinary New American family, these foods are almost enough for the whole family to enjoy for a whole day. However, for the big shot living upstairs, these foods are only his share for breakfast. What's worse, these foods are not enough to meet his high requirements for food. He also needs to pair them with California wine delivered from downstairs to barely meet his expectations for breakfast.

"What a great eater, that presidential candidate."

When the waiter pushed the cart out of the kitchen, he did not realize that as soon as he appeared in the restaurant, he was being stared at, and that the gaze followed him.

Oliver's eyes moved slightly to make sure the waiter remained within his sight. At the same time, he continued to complain about the presidential candidate's appetite on the communicator: "This guy's stomach is simply a bottomless pit. He eats more for breakfast than I eat in a week."

"You're exaggerating. You must eat more than this in a week."

Carl glanced at the waiter who was pushing the dining cart, and said on the commuter while drinking coffee, "But I just hacked into the kitchen camera and saw that the meat, fruit, and eggs are all genuine. If we only consider the price, his breakfast may indeed be comparable to your food expenses for a week, or even a month."

"Thinking back to what we ate when we first arrived in Los Angeles, it was really like 'eating hard at the bottom and eating hard at the top'."

Jack, who was sitting next to Oliver, didn't even glance at the waiter. He just asked in the communication: "Has the identity been confirmed? Is the person who delivered the meal the presidential candidate named Thomas?"

"When I hacked into the kitchen surveillance system, I heard a sentence in the conversation between the kitchen helper and the waiter, 'a guy who just relies on his cousin'. This big shot who relies on his cousin and lives in this hotel should be the presidential candidate. Unless it is such a coincidence that there happen to be two people in this hotel who rely on their cousins ​​to hold high positions and are both big eaters."

"But whether it's really such a coincidence or not, we have to take action."

Oliver watched the waiter push the food cart onto the food delivery elevator, and watched the floors jump as the elevator door closed. He asked Carl, "Do you want to act now, Carl?"

"Not urgent."

Carl drank his coffee slowly.

"The presidential candidate has been staying in the room and has not come out. It is obvious that he is prepared for something. If we go there rashly now, it may alarm him. If he pulls out his gun in response to the stress, I can't expect me not to shoot him in the head first. We are here to find something, not to help our client assassinate the presidential candidate. That is another price. The money given by the client is only enough for us to help get the things back."

"But he has been staying in the room and won't come out. If we go into the room, we will definitely alarm him, right?" Oliver watched the elevator rise to the upper floors. "Carl, have you thought of a way to get him out so that we can go in and search?"

"I do not know what to do."

Carl said honestly, "The presidential candidate is obviously on guard. What can I do? We can't just set a fire to smoke him out. This is not catching rabbits. And I have no doubt that even if we want to set a fire to smoke the presidential candidate out, he will definitely take the document with him before leaving the room. It will be even more difficult to do it when there are many people outside. If the item is lost and a search is carried out, we will all be exposed."

"That"

"There's no way to get him out, but I have a way for us to go in and search for things."

Carl's words made several companions a little confused. Jack asked, "Someone else is in the room. Should we search in front of him?"

"correct."

Carl felt that his friends had been fooled. "He has to sleep in the room, right? We can just go in and get the things when he's asleep. He can't be like Superman, the office dog, taking medicine all day long without sleeping. Those office dogs who take medicine like this will die of overwork after a while."

"Stealing things while others are sleeping."

Oliver was a little skeptical. This was too standard a practice of thieves that had existed since the origin of mankind. Could it be trusted?

"It's okay. If he wakes up, we can just manually help him sleep."

Carl drank the coffee in the cup indifferently: "Just make sure the biological monitoring signal does not detect coma. Anyway, we will escape after we get the stuff. When he wakes up, we will be out of Los Angeles and in the Bad Land. The sky is high and the birds fly freely."

"Now then?"

As Oliver asked, he saw V walking towards him slowly.

“Karl, I have installed hidden cameras on the dining car as you said.”

"Well done."

Carl nodded: "If there is a camera, the identity can be completely confirmed. In terms of speed, it turns out that you who have the apogee should come."

Anyone in the team can install a hidden camera at a moment when no one is aware of it, but V is the safest one.

"As long as the identity can be confirmed, we just need to wait for the night to come." Carl said, turning to Oliver: "Now, go buy me another cup of milk coffee, bodyguard, I need another cup."

"So you have arranged everything."

Oliver scratched his hair and said, "Okay, Master, I'll go buy you another drink."

After a leisurely rest time, night comes.

(End of this chapter)