Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 500 113. Placide
"After all the twists and turns, we finally came to this meditation Bible hall. Do you think this is the same as our original plan?"

"How can it be the same? If we didn't come here to accept the mission, what do you think we can find out?"

Jack, who was disguised as Mann, glanced at Oliver. He now suspected that the reason why Oliver chose to disguise himself as Pyrrha was because Pyrrha was also a talkative person and would not reveal too much in her words.

"Anyway, we should be able to meet someone once we get in. The Voodoo Gang's requirement is that no more than five people come. I guess they are also being cautious about the number of people. But this is a good opportunity for us to meet up."

David Carl walked behind Jack: "Anyway, you are the leader this time, Mann. Everything depends on you."

"Don't worry, David. Just follow me and learn well."

Jack deliberately responded to Carl's address and looked at V. "But you know what, V really looks like Lucy. Even the way he walks is the same. If we hadn't seen V learn to walk with our own eyes, I would have thought V was some secret agent. He got the hang of disguise so quickly."

In response to Jack's praise, V-Lucy forced a smile on her face.

It has to be said that this kind of disguise is extremely embarrassing for V. He never thought that playing a female would be so troublesome.

Now that he thinks about it, he still admires the group of street performers he has seen. Among that group of people, there are indeed a lot of masters who can be distinguished by gender from the looks of it.

"If we encounter something similar like this again in the future, we will have to draw lots."

V squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, speaking in a tone that was exactly the same as Lucy's. The expression on V's face became a little more conflicted.

"Keep your expression, keep your expression V, your expression can't fall apart. If the Voodoo Gang members notice the inconsistency on your face, then all our efforts will be in vain."

Jack put his hands flat and signaled V to calm down: "No outsiders will know about this."

"Being seen by you, I think that's enough. Fortunately, Panam is not here."

V sighed heavily, but switched states instantly.

It has to be said that she is a professional who often takes on strange jobs privately. She can get into the state at an alarming speed. After V maintains Lucy's cold expression towards outsiders, it really looks like that from the outside.

"Let's go, the contact person should be waiting for us."

"Let's go."

Jack took a step forward and said, "Let's be an actor."

The four of them arrived at the church at 6:55, and after pushing open the door, the scene inside was exactly the same as what Jack had described, with gorgeous and strange lights, a crowd surrounding the middle stage, and a person who was preaching like a stripper, attracting everyone's attention.

Carl looked around at the crowd and found that almost all of them were black. Even if they were not black, they had obvious mixed-race features on their faces.

A gathering place for Haitians.
Carl muttered to himself and saw a hooded man noticed their group of outsiders and slowly approached them.

After walking for a few seconds, he approached Jack, who had noticed his movement and turned his head to look at him.

"Are you Mann? You came earlier than scheduled."

The hooded man revealed a black face under his hood, which was a little unclear in the dim light of the church. "It seems that the mercenaries this time at least understand the concept of keeping time."

Jack raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like there are still people who are not complying." "The last group of mercenaries was a full hour late."

The hooded man said, "We are almost waiting for the sermon to end."

"So the job is also off?"

"There's no need to keep in touch with someone who doesn't even know how to follow the rules of time."

The hooded black man looked Jack up and down. "We only need mercenaries who are capable and know the rules."

"Then we will deal with these capable and disciplined mercenaries later, right?"

Jack thought to himself, but the expression on his face was as if he had no idea what was going on behind the scenes of the Voodoo Gang: "So you are the contact person, where should we talk?"

Jack looked around at the crowd and said, "Right here?"

"Go out the same way you came from the entrance, walk down 50 meters, turn right and walk 10 meters. There is a butcher's shop there. The next person will be waiting for you there. Just tell him you want to see Placid and he will talk to you."

"How cautious! First we come to the church, then to the butcher's. I suppose going to the butcher's isn't the end, is it?"

Jack asked tentatively, but was met with only a bland look from the hooded black man. The hooded black man then walked back into the crowd and began to listen to the sermon, obviously not intending to communicate with Jack and the others anymore.

"They are so complicated and demanding to take a job. Even if we don't know that the Voodoo Gang will use the mercenaries as doormats after they complete the mission, I won't take their jobs. It feels like something mysterious."

"It's not superstitious, it's just a little troublesome, Jack, you are too prejudiced."

Carl said in the channel: "But it is indeed cautious. It seems that it is not easy to find out where their secret base is."

"Just watch and go."

Jack stopped talking and followed the instructions of the hooded black man and left the voodoo church first. Judging from his pace, he was obviously fed up with staying in this place.

It would be a miracle if Catholics could get used to voodoo.

After the rest of the team followed Jack out of the church, the hooded black man who was still listening to the sermon turned around, looked at their backs, and sent a message.

"Identities confirmed, they are from Mann's team. Four of them are here, Captain Mann, members David, Pyrrha and Lucy. The rest of the team members are probably on standby as requested. They have already gone."

"I understand."

In the butcher's shop where Jack and the others were asked to go.

A sturdy black man with dreadlocks slowly put down his cell phone.

The sturdy man was wearing a leather jacket with a red sweatshirt underneath. His chest, which was not covered by the sweatshirt, revealed very strong and thick muscles, through which traces of heavy subcutaneous armor could be clearly seen.

Next to him, on the chopping board, was a sharp knife, and next to the knife was bloody, butchered meat that exuded a fishy smell.

(End of this chapter)