Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 424 37. Street News
"Did you know about the conspicuous bag that appeared on the street recently?"

"Conspicuous bag?"

After finishing the mission with Arasakase Nobuyuki, the members of Carl's team were sitting in the afterlife to rest, when they heard the old captain, who for some reason had some free time today and was drinking at the bar, talking to them, and his words aroused some interest in Carl.

"He's so conspicuous that you've heard about him and told us about him. He must not be an ordinary guy."

Carl said, "After all, if Concealer Bag can become famous, it must have settled all the problems that caused it, and the guy who can settle things must be very capable."

"Karl, why are you so sure that this guy is capable even though you haven't even listened to my detailed explanation?"

The old captain motioned Claire to give him a glass of wine and then said, "Don't you think I'm talking about some arrogant thug?"

"I generally don't treat those arrogant people who will die on the street in a few days as human beings. Besides, I trust you. If the old captain can take the initiative to talk about it, I can't lower your status, so I have to evaluate him higher."

"I like what you said. I'll take it as a compliment."

After the old captain took a sip of the wine Claire served him, a smile appeared on his face. "But that conspicuous bag is really quite capable. In my opinion, it may not be long before we can see her taking on jobs in the next life."

"she?"

Carl could tell that the old captain used the word "she" in English to refer to gender, so he paid a little attention: "There is still work to be done. Is this a female mercenary?"

"Rare, isn't it?"

The old captain took another sip of his wine and said, "I heard that she was from the Coronado Farm near the Badlands. She has become famous in the city recently. I am one of the best middlemen in Santo Domingo, so I have heard about her."

"Listen, you're really trying to get her to work."

Oliver chewed on a not-so-rich combination of fried food, holding a synthetic fried squid ring in his hand and said, "Are you planning to train a mercenary to work for you?"

"Yes, I have this idea. She is quite capable and a mercenary in my area. I must pay more attention to her. But she is not working for me now."

After finishing a glass of wine in three gulps, the old captain complained: "She is doing things for Cormac."

"Cormac?"

Jack muttered the name.

This is a middleman who moves around in various areas, mainly working in the Watson District. He usually deals with some small street matters and occasionally takes on work from the company. Generally speaking, he is a guy with some fame who can be on the company's street middleman cooperation list.

But as for this guy's general situation, to be honest, Jack feels that he is not much better than Faraday.

This is the nature of middlemen, and the lower their level, the more like this they are. Cormack is almost cut from the same cloth as Faraday. Although he does not value money as much as Faraday, he gives a little more money. The jobs he assigns are basically dangerous and life-threatening. Street mercenaries who take his jobs are basically taking one step towards the grave.

"He was able to survive Cormac's job and make a name for himself. You, the old captain, thought that although he was a conspicuous bag, he would be eligible to enter the afterlife in a while. It seems that the guy is really capable."

V said, "But you specifically talked to us about this matter. What, old captain, are you thinking about it? Are you planning to ask us to help persuade her to leave Cormac and work for the honorable old captain and get a lot of money?"

"Bullshit, V."

The old captain showed a look of disdain: "Brother, am I the kind of person who would think of such a thing? To be honest, I just heard that she is quite capable and she is from my area. I thought that if you meet her, you can at least keep an eye on her. If she is really capable, then I will go to her myself. When have you ever asked anyone else to do such a thing as asking for help?" "That's right. When I first started this business, I called everyone."

Carl smiled and kept this in mind.

Is she the mercenary who has become famous on the street recently? It sounds like she has the same feeling as before, but I don't know if this fame can be passed on forever. There are so many street mercenaries who can become famous in a short time and then disappear quickly. No one can say for sure whether the female street mercenary who appeared in their conversation with the old captain will disappear the next moment.

"Anyway, just help me keep an eye on it."

The old captain thought for a moment and said, "Just think of it as sharing some intelligence with you. Next, I'll tell you one more thing. I'm not too sure about this, but because I was in Saint Domingo, I knew a little more information than you did, and I thought you might care about this."

"Why are you hesitating, old captain? This is not like your character."

Oliver saw that the old captain had been talking for a long time without getting to the point, so he urged him, "Hurry up and tell me. If it's really something special, I'll buy you a drink tonight. Drinking more will help you talk faster."

"Did I miss your two glasses of wine?"

The old captain said so, but turned to look at Claire: "Give me a few more glasses, the bill will be on Oliver."

No one is rich, so if someone wants to treat you to a drink, it would be a shame not to have a few drinks.

After Claire brought the wine over with a smile, the old captain took another sip of the wine to moisten his mouth. His next words became much smoother. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said something that made Oliver pause for a moment while eating fried food:
"I heard that Will Artillery is ready to attack the general."

Will the artillery attack the general?
Who is the general?

Oliver, a former member of the Six Street Gang, has an immediate answer.

Rick Morton, now the boss of the Six Street Gang, General is his nickname, which symbolizes that he manages the Six Street Gang like a general, and the old captain now says that Will Cannon is going to take action against him
"Although we have anticipated that Will Cannon might have some ideas about the boss position due to his growing influence, do we have to take action now?"

Oliver muttered words of doubt, but there was certainty in his words.

The old captain said he had only heard it, but Oliver knew that Will Cannon was indeed going to take action.

As the leading middleman in Saint Domingo, it was obviously impossible for the old captain to reveal the information to them in a positive way. He specifically mentioned this in front of Oliver, who had a background in the Six Street Gang, and was obviously secretly telling him the truth of the matter, and this matter was obviously related to Oliver.

His father and sister are both in the Sixth Street Gang, and his father is at odds with Will Cannon. If Will Cannon wants to take action against the General, then obviously, he will not let go of Oliver's relatives who stand on the General's side.

"Want to go back to Saint Domingo?"

Carl reached out and took out the only French fry he could accept from the fried food combination in front of Oliver, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then said, "Come to think of it, we have known each other for so long, but none of us have ever formally visited your home. We have been friends for so long but have never met your sister. It just so happens that the last job is finished today. Do you mind if we go to your house and sit down?"

"also."

After thinking about it, Oliver felt that it would be okay to go back at this time. This matter made him very worried, so it would be good to bring a few more friends home to visit. And just like Carl said, it was time to bring his friends back to see them.

The next day, everyone in Carl's team, including T-BUG who rarely went out, had just arrived in Saint-Domingo when a piece of news spread, making Oliver glad that he had returned home.

The leader of the Six Street Gang, General Rick Morton, was found dead in the bathtub of his home this morning.

(End of this chapter)