Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 40 18. Big job
When a person refuses to listen to reason no matter how hard you try, using fists can often make him understand something, and that's what Carl did.

"Jack, move aside."

"Karl?"

Jack, who had been trying to persuade Carl the whole time, didn't notice what Carl did. After he subconsciously made way, he noticed Carl with his fists clenched and Oliver carrying a medical box.

In an instant, he understood what his two friends were planning.

"Well, it looks like my kind little lesson from Jack Wells has to come to an end."

"What little class is over?"

The man with half a mechanical face was still wondering what the big man who was persuading him was saying, when he saw Carl coming over. The prosthetic eye on half of his face flashed, and when he was about to scan Carl, Carl had already punched him in the face.

The impact of the fist was so strong that the half-faced mechanical man felt as if his face was dented by the punch. His body leaned back uncontrollably from his seat and he was about to fall off the bar stool. However, before that, Carl had "kindly" grabbed him with his other hand.

"What are you doing!"

The half-faced mechanical man with slurred speech felt that his face was a little dislocated. He couldn't understand why he was talking to someone just fine, and suddenly an inexplicable person came up and punched him.

"Nothing, I just felt very upset that you didn't answer my question, so I was going to beat you up."

"Huh? What's that?"

Without waiting for the half-faced mechanical man to finish his words, Carl's next punch hit him in the face again. Because his neck was firmly grasped, the half-faced mechanical man had no way to ease the impact. He could almost hear the sound of his neck bones moving under this punch.

"Well, mixed"

Before he could finish his words, Carl's fist came again.

"Say or not."

"Say your mother"

fist.

"Say or not."

"I said, are you sick? You..."

fist.

"Are you willing to tell me now?"

"you"

fist.

After more than a dozen punches of intermittent speech, in front of the stunned old man being treated by Oliver, the company dispatched personnel who had looked so majestic and arrogant just now now had a bloody face. Several teeth on the half of the flesh face were broken and fell out, and the half of the mechanical face also had signs of slight concave.

"Really? My hand hurts."

Carl shook his hands. The half-mechanical-faced man in front of him was really stubborn. Carl's hands were turned red by the reaction force of his face, but he still didn't say anything.

"Why don't you ask?"

"Didn't I ask you?"

fist.

"You didn't ask."

The half-faced mechanical man no longer wanted to try to resist. He now strongly suspected that this guy might be a cyberpsychopath.

"Can't you answer if I don't ask?"

Fist. Carl frowned. He didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn that he didn't even understand that "Just because I didn't ask doesn't mean you can't answer."

Doesn't this guy know how to act according to other people's moods?

"me."

The half-faced mechanical man is completely certain that this guy is a cyberpsychopath. He now just wants to leave the bar and run back to the company.

This damn place is too dangerous. Something could happen even when you're on field work.

"Drip drip."

Just when the half-faced mechanical man was about to be hit by a few more punches from Carl and then thrown out of the Wild Wolf Bar, Carl's communicator rang.

"KK, I have a commission here that I think you might be interested in."

The middleman Faraday finally sent a commission.

Now that he had a commission, he had no time to care about the company's people. After Carl knocked the half-faced mechanical man unconscious with another punch, he asked Jack to help carry him out and throw him away. Then he took the half bag of French fries he had taken from Oliver and placed it in front of the old man.

"Eat something. Don't worry. If you encounter this kind of thing again, come to the Wild Wolf Bar to find me. I am willing to deal with as many unreasonable company dogs as there are."

Karl smiled and said, “As long as you can take care of Mrs. Wells’ business more often in the future as before.”

Looking at Carl's smile, the old man's lips moved, and then he looked into his eyes that did not contain any falsehood, and nodded heavily.

The old man didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say to thank the person who was willing to help the low-level people like them so that the other party would really understand his gratitude.

The youth and sunshine are completely different from this rotten Night City, as if they have never fallen into it.
This kind of sunshine is really desirable.
Carl, Oliver and Jack returned to their seats.

"I thought you'd throw a few more punches, and you were willing to share the fries."

Facing Oliver's curious look, Carl was quite serious. "I have a commission. I have no choice. As for French fries, my attitude has always been that food can soothe a tired soul. That's why I have such high standards for food. The other party is injured. What's wrong with giving them French fries to comfort them?"

"After all, these are the best fries in Night City, right?"

Listening to Jack's words, Carl agreed with him, but rolled his eyes at Jack himself: "If you had done it earlier, it wouldn't be my turn."

"If you had come later, I might have started beating you, too. I was just trying to figure out how much force I could use."

After listening to Jack's answer, Carl knew that what he said was true, because when Carl went over, he found that Jack's fists were clenched.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the other stuff. At worst, we'll just fight each time we see each other. Faraday has come to commission us, so let's all take a look."

Carl then shared the commission information that he had not had time to read with Jack and Oliver, and then started to read it.

Without looking at anything else, they scrolled straight to the bottom to look at the reward. Then Oliver exclaimed, a little bit unbelievable.

"Three hundred thousand?!"

“Is it the Euro?”

Jack was also a little bit unbelievable.

“It’s the Euro.”

After being shocked, Oliver's expression became serious: "It looks like a life-threatening job."

If a middleman like Faraday could give a commission of 300,000, he would definitely take no less than 300,000. In other words, this is a commission that is truly worth 600,000 euros.
Basically, they are going there with the intention of taking their lives.

Whether it is the life of the middleman, the life of the client, or the life of the mercenary.

The big job that I had been longing for has finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)