Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 460 73. Good morning

"Alex, why don't you have a drink and a bite to eat before you go? Is the New America so tight-knit with people like you?"

After finishing this not-too-troublesome job, Carl watched Kurt Hansen leave, and at the corner of his eye he noticed that a New American staff member was leaving, and it looked like he wasn't going to say hello to their temporary partners.

"We will never meet again."

Alex turned around and looked at Carl deeply, and at the same time raised his head to look at the floating vehicle of the Terrorist Mobile Team hovering in the sky: "The country will remember your help this time."

"Will the country remember our help this time?"

Looking at Alex disappearing in the shadows between the buildings, Carl repeated this sentence and laughed: "I think Rosalind Miles will remember this behavior."

"Carl, I don't think Alex's bar will welcome us anymore. Or maybe she won't even be there when we go there. So, should we leave Dog Town and have a good drink in the afterlife?"

After receiving the news that his team members had evacuated because the Hellhounds had taken over, Mann came over and invited Carl: "I was going to treat you guys well, but it was interrupted by the work. It's a good time to continue drinking."

"There's nothing wrong with this, but..."

Karl's eyes tilted slightly and looked at the place where he and Kurt Hansen were just now: "Does this person want to join us?"

Does this guy want to join us?

Hearing Carl's words that were obviously addressed to someone, Mann subconsciously looked in the direction Carl was facing, but all he saw was an empty first floor with no sign of anyone, which stunned him.

Carl, is he talking to the air?

Mann, who knew rationally that Carl was unlikely to suffer a cyberpsychosis, took only a second to come to his senses after being stunned.

There was a person hiding in that place where he thought there was no one.

He chose to trust Carl's judgment at the first moment. Mann's arm was raised, and the projectile launch system was ready and ready to fire at any time.

"enemy?"

Mann pointed his hand at the open space. Although Mann didn't know where the people there were, with the small missiles loaded in his arms, it would not be difficult to blow that place up into the sky. As long as Carl said that the person hiding there was an enemy, Mann would launch the small missiles without hesitation.

"No."

Carl stared at the empty space and shook his head: "It's still a semi-acquaintance. This feeling is very familiar. I didn't expect that people in the country really like the profession of bartender."

Carl said something that Mann couldn't understand and turned around. "No need, Mann. He's gone. He must be a support person sent by the country to prevent us from failing. Should we say that he was underestimated, or should we say that Rosalind Miles is too cautious."

"Agents of the New America?"

Mann understood immediately, which made him frown: "They entrusted us openly, but secretly sent someone over here?"

"It's possible that he was ordered by the one who needed our assistance and came here to assist us secretly. But that guy is quite capable."

The reason why Carl had been staying by Kurt Hansen's side just now was, on the one hand, to be lazy and to prevent a surprise attack by the military technology people, and on the other hand, he was very curious about who was hiding in the dark and watching them. According to the current situation, that guy was from New America.

"Dark skin really does have an advantage in hiding."

Karl shook his head: "Fortunately he is not an enemy, otherwise it would be more troublesome to deal with him than those guys from Military Technology today combined."

"Are you talking about the agent of the new America?" "Almost."

Listening to Carl's muttering, Mann thought of someone for some reason.

A dark-skinned, capable new American agent?

Mann happened to have such a person in his memory.

Is it possible
Before Mann left the New United States, he received an invitation from a comrade to join the spy team he was going to form in Night City, California, but Mann, who wanted to form a team and become a legend, refused.
"If it was him, it would be consistent with what Carl said, but according to what I heard from my new American comrades later, didn't he die six years ago because of betrayal?"

Probably, it's just a coincidence.

Mann thought so, but couldn't help but look at the place where he didn't see anyone, as if he was looking for the figure that Carl noticed.

'Solomon, are you still serving your country?'

'Mann.'

Walking in the darkness, the new American agent with black skin and perfect hiding in the shadows, muttered this name.

As an agent lurking in Night City, after receiving the highest instructions, he rushed to Dog Town in a short time and witnessed the entire process of the battle with his own eyes.

Since he was not required to take any action during the whole process, he had been hiding in the darkness, silently guarding Kurt Hansen, who must not get into any harm. He was only able to leave after ensuring Kurt Hansen's safety.

While lurking, he noticed his former comrades-in-arms, but he did not show up to meet them.

As an agent whose record shows he is dead, he is tasked with going undercover. Unless necessary, his undercover work will continue. It is certainly a pleasure to meet his former comrades, but compared to the country's mission, some patience is completely acceptable.

but
This new American agent did not expect that his concealment would be discovered by others.

'KK.'

Thinking about this mercenary who had left a deep impression on him when they first met in the past and who had discovered his hidden mercenary this time, the agent in regular clothes walked out of the darkness and into the crowd.

The flow of people was constantly intersecting, and the agent entered the flow of people and disappeared in a flash.

On the other side, the two mercenary teams gathered together, joking with each other, and walked towards the distance along with the crowd that left in chaos due to the battle.

It merges into the crowd and disappears, just like time dripping into the long river of time and quietly passing away.

"Good morning, Night City, I'm your best friend Stan—"

Hearing the all-too-familiar voice, Carl opened his eyes.

Look at the time.

2076 11 Month 3 Day.

"Good morning, Night City."

(End of this chapter)