Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 527 140. Black Fat Jesus
"Would you like me to give you a ride?"

Andy was outside the police station, looking at Carl and the others on the street: "You came here in the police car, right? Your car should still be parked on Japan Street. Do you want me to take you there?"

"No, our Hera has a remote control program after the modification, and can also drive automatically. We will be here in a while."

Oliver waved his hand and said, "You should go back and continue your work, Andy. You guys should be busy for a while with today's Japan Street and the things that will happen later."

"Then I won't send you off."

Andy nodded, glanced at the man who called himself 'Yori' in Carl's team, and turned to walk towards the police station.

Arasakase Nobuyuki, who was stared at by Andy, felt something. He looked at Andy's back and had a guess in his mind.

It seems that Carl's friend is quite sensitive and has already guessed some of his identities.

Arasakaze Nobuo didn't have to think for too long, because he soon saw the Hera car, which was quite crowded due to the number of people on it, slowly driving towards them.

"What do you say Yori?"

Oliver took a few steps forward and opened the driver's door: "Do you want to go back with us now, or go for a walk?"

"Walking around?"

Hearing these words that seemed a little strange, Yori was a little curious: "What else are you going to do at this time?"

"How about going for a drink."

Jack suggested: "It's not necessary to drink, but it's still nice to have something to eat with a drink as a midnight entertainment, after all..."

As he spoke, Jack glanced at the distant Blue Sky Building, which was slightly visible due to its height. "If we go back to that place, it won't be possible even if we want to have a good meal."

Yori could understand what Jack said. After all, for safety reasons, they cooked their own meals every day in the Ganbi Building. Now that he had become familiar with cooking, Carl began to order him to help with the peeling work.

This is just cooking. If he wants to make some snacks to go with the wine, he will probably have to do it all the time. As one of the people who was also instructed by Carl to work, Yori naturally understood what Jack said in seconds.

"So where are we going?"

"Get in the car first."

V beckoned Yori to get in the car: "It's not too late to talk on the way anyway."

The Hera, which was packed with five people, started up quickly. Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, continued his conversation before getting in the car:

"If it's a normal recommendation, then I would definitely recommend the Wild Wolf Bar to you. You know, that's the shop opened by my mother, but my recommendation is not mixed with too much personal feelings. It's just that the place is really good. But we don't plan to go there today."

Jack said as he looked at the road in front of him: "Have you ever heard of the afterlife?"

"In the next life."

As he read the name, Yori recalled some information about the bar: "A gathering place for mercenaries in Night City?"

"To be precise, it's a gathering place for mercenaries and middlemen. In that place, you can find the best mercenaries and the most stupid middlemen."

Oliver, who was in the driver's seat, interrupted and said, "Of course, there are also a lot of corporate dogs who want to delegate work to mercenaries and middlemen."

"It sounds like you have a lot of resentment towards the middleman, Oliver?"

"Most middlemen don't have it, but a few do. We once encountered a very stupid idiot who took half of the money as soon as he handed it over."

"Then it seems that he is already dead." During this time together, Yori has understood the personalities of Carl and the others: "According to your temperament, you probably won't tolerate him."

"Fortunately."

Karl said calmly, "He didn't cause any trouble to us later, so I didn't bother to bother him. Later, he was blind and tried to cheat us again, but he was killed in the end."

Since I didn't get provoked later, can you please be patient this time?

Yori felt that he understood Carl's character better.

The NCPD's headquarters is located in Heywood, some distance away from the afterlife in Watson District. However, when driving on the streets, Carl and his team did not encounter any of the criminal incidents that were popular in the Night City news. On the contrary, they arrived at the target location very smoothly, and the traffic along the way was considered to be in good order.

It seems that the incident that occurred in Westbrook Japan Street has more or less affected the city's public security in a short period of time.

Night City is now much more stable than before due to the increasing law enforcement efforts of the NCPD, but even enforcing traffic rules is beyond the reach of current law enforcement efforts.

The only reason Carl could think of was the deployment of the Terrorist Squad.

With this group of cyber psychopaths stepping in to forcefully suppress the Tiger Claw Gang's fight, it seems that no one in the city is willing to provoke that group of psychopaths at this time.

But thanks to them, driving became much more convenient for Carl and his friends.

After about forty minutes of driving in compliance with traffic regulations, the next life arrived.

It was Yori's first time in the afterlife, and when he walked into the underground passage to the afterlife, his thoughts were similar to Carl's first time there: "I heard that this used to be an underground morgue. Is it necessary to use this eerie green hue as the theme color of the bar? This is too dark."

"I just said it was very dark."

Carl's eyes seemed to light up when he heard Yori's words. "Sure enough, only people in the Eastern cultural circle can understand. When I complained about this, Jack and the others didn't feel anything. This place looks almost the same as the decoration color of the underworld. Plus, the name "Next Life" doesn't sound very auspicious."

“It’s not auspicious indeed.”

Yori nodded.

"After all, I really don't understand why you're talking about something unlucky."

Jack scratched his head: "What does this mean?"

"To use a more hellish metaphor, it's like you go to a place that's filled with bat and black cat models, and the decorations are all black, and the name is Friday the 13th."

"Okay, now I understand more or less."

As Jack spoke in a somewhat clear voice, Emeric, the bodyguard at the door of the afterlife, glanced at them and made way.

Although this group of people looked very unfamiliar, Emeric noticed the equipment they had.

There is a person who has a Kangtao classic, and it looks like a modified Yinglong model.
This weapon, which can only be obtained by top mercenaries or professional bodyguard teams, is enough to allow them to enter the afterlife.

There were a lot of people coming today, probably because the riots in Japan Street disrupted the plans of many mercenaries and middlemen. There were people sitting everywhere, and the first thing Carl noticed after entering was a fat figure.

Scanning the figure's brown and black skin, Carl recognized this person whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Dexter DeShawn, the fat black Jesus.

(End of this chapter)