Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 404-17. Return to Night City
"Let them pass."

These were the second words spoken by the officer who broke up the confrontation after his arrival.

"Let them pass?"

It was not difficult for the personnel at the checkpoint to understand this order, which made them involuntarily look at the leader who had just been sent down from above.

A group of vagrants carrying highly dangerous things, just let them go?

Even if they accepted bribes, there is no reason for them to be so open about it. After all, they have to go through the procedure, such as temporarily detaining them and then releasing them after a few minutes. With this kind of behavior, these people can still get a piece of the bribe, but letting them go without showing them a penny is too unruly.

Not understanding the confusion of the checkpoint personnel around him, the male police officer, who was very unfamiliar to Carl and his companions, walked quickly up to them.

"Do you need me to assist in transporting the vehicle, Mr. KK?"

"KK! ?"

When they heard this title, the checkpoint personnel, who were originally a little noisy and somewhat dissatisfied because they thought they had not received a bribe, suddenly quieted down.

What did they hear?
KK?

It’s KK!

Feeling something was wrong and silently putting down the Ajax in his hand, the checkpoint personnel who were originally surrounding Carl and his friends began to look carefully at the gray-haired young man who looked like a wanderer, and then saw some familiarity in his face.

There were grains of sand in the young man's hair, and his face was covered with traces of dust and soot, but one could still see a pair of bright eyes on that face covered with sand and dust.

those eyes
Depend on.

It's me.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and at the same time some checkpoint personnel realized belatedly what they had just done.

They held guns and pointed them at KK.

You should have said it was you earlier!
"Ok?"

After his name was called, Carl realized something belatedly. He wiped his face and looked at the sparsely falling gravel before he realized something.

Oh, he was wondering why the people at this checkpoint were so tough. It wasn’t at all like the checkpoint that one could pass through by giving a bribe as rumored. It turned out that he had been pushing the cart all the way with his face covered in dust, so they didn’t recognize him.

He patted his face, and the sand in his hair fell off. Carl felt that he had at least a pound of sand on his body today. He couldn't help but sigh that the wind and sand in the bad land were so strong that he almost made a sand mask for himself.

Without a hat, there is no protection against sand.

After his face was a little refreshed, Carl looked at the strange NCPD officer standing in front of him: “Do you know me?”

Hearing Karl's voice, the NCPD officer nodded, then moved closer and lowered his voice: "I'm the deputy chief's man."

"Mr. Johnson? I don't think I've ever seen you under his command."

"I used to work in the Investigation Department. I knew the deputy director, so he transferred me to this lucrative job. I didn't expect to meet you, Mr. Karl, a few days ago."

It turns out that they are still people who have connections. However, Karl has nothing to say about this kind of favoritism and fraud. After all, it is convenient for him. If it weren't for the police officer's recognition of them in the situation just now, Karl might have to let all the personnel at the checkpoint here have a good "sleep" today.

Karl thought for a moment and said, “You just said you can help transport vehicles?”

“We have a trailer here.”

"Can you lend it to us temporarily? We will return it to you after we transport the car back to Night City."

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Karl. Do you need us to send a driver to assist?"

“It’s okay, we can open it ourselves.”

Carl looked around at the checkpoint personnel who were staring at him, but unlike before, they were not as fierce as before and did not dare to move in his sight. Some even began to tremble. He felt uncomfortable.

I thought about it.

"I've transferred the money to you. Let's buy everyone a few drinks."

Carl handed over some money to the police officer in front of him, enough for the checkpoint personnel to have a drink and a nice dinner, and then said:

"Consider it my treat."

Hearing Karl’s voice, the checkpoint personnel around were all stunned.

What did they hear?
KK was not angry when they blocked him with guns. Instead, he wanted to slice each of them into slices and roast them to feed the robot dog like in the Mewtwo movie, and even invited them to have a drink?
bribe?

This was the first thought that flashed through their minds, but then they felt that the idea was a bit ridiculous.

Who is KK? In the entire Night City, there are not many mercenaries who can be compared with him.

Everyone present knew that if KK wanted to, he could easily clear the entire checkpoint single-handedly. However, it was KK who was willing to buy them a drink, even after they misunderstood and pointed a gun at him.

Although they acted according to the rules, everyone knows that in today's world, strength is the rule. But even in this situation, KK, who was rumored to be able to kill all the way from Watson District in Night City to Taiping State without blinking an eye, not only did not kill them all, but also invited them to drink?

This is really an honor.

The difference between the KK they saw with their own eyes and the KK they saw in Mewtwo was so huge, so huge that if it weren't for that extremely familiar face after the dust was brushed off, they wouldn't have been sure that it was KK.

It wasn't until they saw the tow truck at their checkpoint dragging the half-scrapped Sky Hera away that a checkpoint staff member in the crowd, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "Is that KK? There's a rumor in the city recently that KK in Mewtwo and KK in reality are two completely different people. I didn't quite believe it at first and thought it was a gimmick to market the kind-hearted KK Mewtwo, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"I think that when I encountered KK with a gun pointed at him, he not only did not get angry, but instead invited me for a drink. I can put this fact on my resume, and maybe I can get a security position in some big company."

"But why do you think the KK team still drives a car like the Sky Hera? If they had a luxury car, even if its face was covered in dust, we wouldn't have treated them as vagrants carrying dangerous goods. I wouldn't even look at a car like the Sky Hera when I went to a car dealership."

"Maybe there is some secret. Anyway, I feel like I can get a Sky Hera for my new car. Think about it, even the KK team is using it, and they are unwilling to give up the car even when it is half scrapped. There must be a reason for it."

Not knowing what the people at the checkpoint behind them were discussing, Team KK drove the trailer and looked at the city getting closer and closer, and they always felt a sense of familiarity.

Night City, after all, is my home now.

(End of this chapter)