Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 469 82 Plan Confirmed

Chapter 469 82. Plan Confirmed
"A members-only invitation-only club, The Red Queen's Race."

When Carl and his team obtained information about the entertainment venues that Mayor Lucius Lane often visited from Wilton Holt, the discussion on how to enter this club was put on the team's agenda.

After providing the information, Wilton Holt left after a short while, perhaps because he was worried about possible leaks. Now, only a few members of Carl's team were left sitting in the restaurant's private room, so they didn't need to worry about anything when discussing. They could just talk directly.

"Anyway, let's summarize what we're going to do."

Oliver spoke first, repeating what Wilton Holt had said before:
"To put it simply, according to Wilton Holt's information, Lucius Lane often goes to the Red Queen's Race club to spend money. When he goes to this club, it is usually when he has accomplished something or is frightened and needs comfort. Am I right?"

"You're right, I remember that too."

Jack nodded. This information was destined not to be recorded, so they could only remember it in their heads. However, this information was not difficult for them to obtain.

"Then let me continue."

Oliver paused for a moment and then said, "Then Wilton Holt's plan is to sponsor a street homeless person when Lucius Lane holds a press conference. It is best if the person is someone who has lost everything because of Lucius Lane's policies and is dissatisfied with Lucius Lane.
Then let the homeless man equip him with an undocumented prosthetic body that is enough to turn him into a cyberpsychopath, and let the homeless man attack Lucius Lane, right?"

"Exactly."

V also said: "In order to distance himself from this matter and prove his innocence in the subsequent investigation, Wilton Holt will report the cyberpsychopathic assassination plan against him to Lucius Lane, and then direct and stage it himself to make this blatant assassination attempt fail."

"Up to here, it's all Wilton Holt's responsibility. We won't get involved."

Oliver didn't have much objection to the current situation.

As long as Wilton Holt did not intend to make them scapegoats and could systematically exonerate them from responsibility, they were acceptable.

Even though the atmosphere was a bit tense just now, they were here to help after all. As long as the helper didn't cause any trouble, there was no need for them to insist that the helper die.

"Then it's our job. After Wilton Holt has ruled himself out as a suspect, based on his impression of Lucius Lane, Lucius Lane will go to the Red Queen's Race. And at that time, according to the previous process, when Lucius Lane is enjoying himself, Wilton Holt will take the initiative to leave the club. That's when it's time for us to take action."

Carl flipped a Mewtwo chip between his fingers: "When the time comes, we just need to find a way to sneak into the 'Red Queen's Race', put this Mewtwo with the deadly virus in a fixed box, and wait for Lucius Lane to take it away and use it as usual, right?"

"A self-directed and staged demonstration of innocence, coupled with an alibi."

Oliver laughed:
"As expected of a politician who can reach the position of deputy mayor, he is really amazing. I guess he has been planning this plan for who knows how long. A cyber-psycho who has lost his mind and can't be used as evidence after interrogation, and a private and difficult to trace special membership club involving the mayor's reputation. If he came up with this in a short period of time, I have to admire his ability."

"But there are generally no problems with this plan, but there are two points that need to be considered."

V felt that there was something missing: "What if Lucius Lane didn't go to the club to calm himself down after being assassinated as Wilton Holt said? And what if Lucius Lane didn't go to see Mewtwo today?"

“Some things don’t need to be said so clearly.”

Carl shook his head: "When Wilton Holt told us about this plan, he actually divided our responsibilities. If Lucius Ryan did not go to the club according to his plan, then it would naturally be his responsibility. He would be responsible for the failure later. As long as Lucius Ryan entered the club."

"Then whether he wants to use Mewtwo is our responsibility."

Jack said, "It's just like doing a job. He proposed a good plan and we agreed to it, so we have to divide the responsibilities. He is responsible for the execution of the first half, and we are responsible for the execution of the second half. If there is an accident at the press conference, it is his business, but if there is an accident in the club, it is our business. It seems that Carl has warned him just now, and he can make the distinction clearly."

After hearing what Jack said, V understood.

According to the rules of shipping goods, we will not be responsible once the goods are delivered to us.

If the goods are lost when they are delivered, then it is naturally the responsibility of the courier. However, as long as the courier delivers the goods to the agreed person, then even if that person dies the next second and the goods are stolen, it has nothing to do with the courier. The responsibilities are clearly divided. "He clearly divides the responsibilities with us mercenaries. He is afraid that we will cause trouble to him if the mission fails."

V glanced at Carl and said something similar to Jack: "It seems that Carl's warning is indeed effective."

"I think it's more the power of Arasaka behind the scenes than my warning."

Carl flipped his palm and put away the Mewtwo that was flying between his fingers: "This way, even if he fails, he can give an explanation to Arasaka, saying that it is our responsibility. He is smart, but he is really underestimated."

"Do you think we will fail and prepare in advance? My impression of that fat guy has changed."

Oliver tapped the table with his finger: "Maybe he can be the next mayor."

"maybe."

As Carl stretched his body and spoke in a lazy voice, two people unlocked the back door of the restaurant where they were and walked straight towards the private room where Carl and the others were.

"Baby, come on, trust me, I've been watching this restaurant from outside for a long time. It's closed today and no one is here. For the sake of concealment, restaurants like this don't have cameras installed inside or outside the suites. We can steal the tableware from this high-end restaurant and make a little money. The things they use are all worth hundreds of Euros, so we can make a fortune if we steal a few sets."

In the shadows, a man with a cockscomb haircut was talking in a low voice to the woman next to him. It was not hard to tell from their words that they were two street urchins who wanted to come in and make a little money while no one was in the restaurant.

"Is it really okay?"

Compared to her daring boyfriend, the woman is obviously still a little worried.

"Nothing will happen to you. I've been on the streets for a long time. Have you ever seen me fail? When KK wasn't even famous, I was the best thief on the streets. Today, I'll let you see my skills."

The cockscomb-haired man said confidently and opened a private room.

"call"

Looking at the empty box, the man with the rooster comb seemed to hear the sound of wind blowing past him, which made him look around.

Nothing at all.

Am I nervous because I haven't taken action for so long?
Looking at the tableware in the box, the man with a cockscomb haircut smiled.

Behind him, Carl also smiled.

"Someone helped open the door, saving some effort."

"You're saving all this? Your laziness is really outrageous."

Oliver was speechless about Carl's laziness, but as he spoke, he looked back at the restaurant.

Little thief, I haven’t seen you in a long time.

With the departure of Carl's team and the thefts of the duo of thieves, the peaceful night passed quickly.

At dawn the next day, new messages came to Carl's cell phone.