Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 529 142. Strange People

"What's wrong, Carl?"

V wanted to turn around and chat with Carl, but found that Carl's attention was not here, so he followed his gaze and noticed the four mercenaries and Dexter DeShawn.

"Dexter Deshawn."

Seeing the four mercenary-looking men sitting down in front of Dexter, V was a little surprised: "Are they planning to reassign them? Those four mercenaries look unfamiliar. I have never seen them before."

"You think it looks strange?"

Hearing this, Jack, who had turned his gaze because his two companions turned their heads to look, was very surprised: "V, you are the one who works the most in our team. You must have seen at least nine out of ten mercenaries in the next life. As a result, do you not recognize those four people?"

"That's true. Even if V is diligent in his missions, he can't be familiar with all the mercenaries in Night City. Night City is a big city with a population of 7 million according to official records. It's normal for such a city to have unfamiliar mercenaries."

Oliver said, but he frowned when he looked over. "But then again, it's rare to see four newcomers like them. They have good abilities but V has never heard of them, and we have never seen them. I don't know where Dexter DeShawn found these new mercenaries."

There may be tens of thousands or even more mercenaries in this city of seven million people. It is not surprising to find unfamiliar mercenaries, but if one adds a prerequisite, that is, they are good mercenaries themselves, then the number of people is very small.

Most of the mercenaries in Night City are made up of outside wanderers who can't make it, street kids who think they are special, and unemployed company dogs fired by the company. Only these people who are unwilling to stay at the bottom and have the fighting spirit will try to become mercenaries who may be shot dead at any time. Only one in a hundred can survive and make a name for themselves, and be found by street trash middlemen. As for those who are qualified to make a name for themselves in the next life, it is no exaggeration to say that one in a million is no exaggeration.

In other words, the top mercenaries, as frequent visitors to the next life, the members of the KK team are basically familiar to each other. Sometimes when they are on a mission, if the two sides are facing each other, the other side will often take the initiative to show mercy when they see that they are from the KK team, but will choose to give up the mission knowing that they cannot win.

It is very strange to think that among these top mercenaries who are all familiar with each other, four people with good skills suddenly appear.

"Karl, how long did it take us from making a name for ourselves to entering the afterlife?"

Oliver felt a little strange in his heart, but he still asked.

"Two to three weeks or so."

Carl replied: "But these four people should be stronger than us at that time."

"When?"

"When we confronted Lieutenant James Norris."

"If he has this ability, it seems that Dexter DeShawn has found a good group of people."

Perhaps because of his curiosity aroused by Carl's evaluation of his strength, Oliver couldn't help but look at the group of mercenaries a few more times, and the more he looked, the stranger he felt.

Because of the posture, it's very strange.

Looking closely, the four people's sitting postures were too proper, and their expressions did not fluctuate much. Although Oliver could not clearly hear the conversation between the four people and Dexter DeShawn in the noisy environment of the afterlife, the other party's calm and subtle voices could still occasionally reach Oliver's ears, which made him even more puzzled.

"They sat there very well. I didn't hear a single rude or loud word. These newcomers are really well behaved."

"Maybe they are just being polite."

Karl turned his head: "Look, I'm not very polite."

"Your weird manners?"

Oliver also turned his head back: "So, what do you think?"

"Curious." "Then we understand too."

Jack sighed, "Your curiosity is the most inquisitive Carl."

"I know."

Karl said, seemingly picking up his phone to play.

"I'm already checking their identities."

Opening an account just out of curiosity when meeting someone, if it happened in Carl's previous era, although it would not directly violate the law, it would definitely be something that should be morally condemned. However, in 2077...
Of course that's illegal.

In this day and age, people pay the most attention to confidentiality of identity and privacy. The Night City Information Protection Act will severely punish related behaviors. If Carl's situation is exposed, he will definitely lose the title of a good citizen of Night City.

So he used the identity of Mr. Johnson and went to the Information Management Department of the NCPD.

On the other side, Johnson, who was busy in front of the computer, suddenly saw that he had logged into the Information Management Department with his identity, and began to search through the Night City personnel files. He was stunned for a moment, and then
"This boy."

Noticing the verification code for his identity login, Johnson sighed and chose not to care.

After all, he is the deputy director, so he has the authority to read the documents.

While Mr. Johnson was indulging himself, Carl successfully investigated the facial information and also looked up the recent influx of foreign population, and then he got the answer.

"Outsider."

Carl, who is not a native of Night City, used words that more or less sounded like those of a local in Night City. He did not have any special thoughts when he spoke:

"I found the relevant information at the Border Control Department. I just entered the country this morning."

“Do you have any identity registration information?”

Hearing this very familiar time period in the morning, Yori, who had been silent, suddenly thought of something and asked.

"No, I filled in the name of wanderers, but according to records, the wanderer tribe was disbanded a month ago."

"In other words, we can't find anything from the information. The information of wanderers is indeed the most difficult to obtain. In addition, the tribe has been disbanded, and the personnel have no way to verify it. Unless we find the personnel of that tribe and make sure that they are not lying, there is no way to confirm the identities of these four people?"

Yori pondered: "Is there a record of the action?"

"I checked the cameras and there was no sign of them approaching the encirclement point or the Tiger Claw Gang's residence."

Carl said: "Maybe it has nothing to do with that group of people, but"

"Your sweet tea has arrived."

"Thanks Claire."

After smiling at Claire and watching her continue to serve the French fries, Carl said, "But I don't know that a group of homeless people can have such fair skin, behave so well, and have calluses on their hands from driving for a long time."

(End of this chapter)