Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 532 145. Being in it
"Didu—"

The sound of sirens always seems to be so penetrating. Even if you are in a hundred-story building, looking down at the night streets flashing red lights, you can still hear the urgent sound of the sirens.

"It's clearly not time for a lockdown yet, but the streets are already in chaos."

V stood next to Carl, looking down at the familiar night scene of Night City: "The city government's ability to keep secrets is really not that good."

"It's just a pre-event carnival."

Jack commented: "When the official lockdown begins, the Terrorist Squad will personally take action. By then, even if they want to cause trouble, they won't have the chance. I heard that the NCPD will also deploy drones and exoskeletons equipped with heavy weapons. With the Terrorist Squad and NCPD working together, no idiot should think of making trouble during the lockdown."

"Who knows. There are more and more outsiders in Night City recently."

Oliver folded his hands and looked at the night scene with constant gunfire and flickering firelight on the street: "So these few days will be the last carnival time in Watson District of Night City. I don't know if Old Wei and Misty will be in trouble."

Lao Wei and Misty's shops are both in Little Chinatown. If the Watson District gets in chaos, they will definitely be affected to some extent. At this crazy time, if some ignorant thugs come to cause trouble,
Listening to Oliver's words, Jack said:

"Don't worry. I've already taken care of this matter a long time ago. Andy said that he would send a team to patrol the Chinatown area. Misty and Lao Wei's stores will be the focus of attention. I have confidence in Andy and his team's abilities. Nothing will happen."

"It's obviously my girlfriend who's over there and should be the one who's more worried, but she's the one who's comforting me who's worried about my friend."

Oliver was a little speechless, but he was relieved to hear that Jack had already prepared in advance:
"If it's Andy and the others, then we can rest assured. It's ridiculous. I used to look down on the NCPD and thought they were just a bunch of people who just wanted to eat for free. Now that I know they have the protection of the NCPD, I can feel extremely relieved. I have to say that people change really quickly."

"That's because the current NCPD is really doing practical things."

Arasakaze Nobuo came over with a bottle of beer with the ring opened: "Would you like to moisten your mouth a little? I saw that there was beer among the drinks you brought, so I put it in the refrigerator to cool it down."

"In my impression, young masters like you always drink red wine from crystal clear glasses."

"Then you can change this impression."

Arasaka Nobuyuki said as he threw an ice beer to Oliver: "It's ice cold. It's very comfortable to drink."

"beer."

Looking at the low-alcohol wine in his hand, Oliver hesitated and looked at Carl.

It was more or less accepted in the team that you shouldn't drink during missions, except when it was necessary to disguise it.

"Drink it."

Karl waved his hand indifferently: “Just don’t drink too much.”

"Although I didn't expect you to tell me seriously that I can't drink, Karl, but you're a little too lenient to just say that I can drink as long as I don't drink too much."

"You can think of it as me being strict with myself, and the reason I'm strict with myself is so that you don't have to be strict with yourself."

"It sounds very touching, but what's the truth?"

"V bought this beer, and I don't like the taste."

Hearing this, a big question mark seemed to pop up in V's head, which made him speak:

"This beer is brewed with pure wheat. Karl, you like noodles made with pure wheat the most, right? Why can't you eat it with beer?"

"It's too strong. Just because something tastes good this way doesn't mean it will taste good the other way. The beer brewed from wheat, whose extract can be used as fuel, tastes like choking antifreeze, but it doesn't have much alcohol. I don't know why you like it."

V remained silent after listening to Carl's words.

He couldn't say that it was the smell that was most familiar to him, a former tribal technician and maintenance worker.

"This is what it's like, you don't understand."

Oliver answered for V. He opened the can and took a sip, then choked. "Ahem, okay. I admit it's a little harsh."

"You're just playing around."

Jack also took the beer thrown by Arasakase Nobuyuki. However, he did not take a big gulp like Oliver did, but took a sip instead.

I have to say, even just this small sip almost made Jack feel like his mouth was burning.

The smell of alcohol is obviously not that strong, but why is it so pungent?

Jack looked at the beer, then at Arasakase Nobuyuki who took one sip after another with a normal expression on his face, drinking it without any discomfort. If Jack hadn't known that he was not the type of person like Carl who would pretend to like the food and push it to them no matter what, when he saw it tasted bad, he would have suspected that Arasakase Nobuyuki found it bad and that's why he made them all try it.

"Gulu."

Looking at V taking it and drinking it in a very natural gulp, Jack could only say that people who came from a wandering family should not be underestimated.

After drinking half a can of beer in one breath, V looked at Carl and said, "Come to think of it, it's been two days. How's the T-BUG investigation going? Have we figured out the origins of that group? We have to start the blockade the day after tomorrow. By then, it will be difficult for us to take any action."

"The identity is not clear, but it's almost there."

After taking another look at the night view, Carl walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a glass of lemonade that he had prepared in advance and drank it: "T-BUG saw that group of people contacting the military technology people, and they also took away a lot of chips that seemed to store data."

"Didn't T-BUG check it carefully?"

"She wanted to do that, but when she tried to get closer, she felt an invasion. After she resisted and turned around, she had lost the trace of the group, and the invasion also disappeared at the same time. According to T-BUG, she might have been warned by someone."

“Just a warning.”

Arasakaze Nobuyuki was listening nearby and frowned: "So what about the street middleman?"

"It's easy to find his trace, but..."

Carl thought for a moment and used an inappropriate word to describe it: "He is roughly like the pig in the Filipino roasted whole pig."

"What do you mean?"

Oliver, who had gradually gotten used to beer, didn't quite understand.

"In the Philippines, roasted whole pigs are called roasted whole pigs, but in fact, various things are stuffed into the pig's stomach. When roasting the pig, the internal temperature and the pig's gravy are used to simmer the things inside. People know that the gravy and delicious essence are in the food wrapped in the middle of the pig. When used to entertain guests, the food in the middle is also served first.

The pig is delicious, after all, it is called roasted whole pig, but it is not considered the most delicious part. It is like something that is indispensable, but once it is cooked, it immediately becomes unimportant. "

"To put it simply, the people at Militech treat Dexter DeShawn as a doormat, similar to how the Voodoo Gang treats mercenaries?"

"Who knows."

Karl said, his eyes flickered: "But now I suddenly have a good idea."

"A good idea?"

"Tell me, what was Mr. Dexter Deshawn thinking when he was working with this group of mercenaries? Was he forced to do it, or was he doing it voluntarily? Did he know the identity of this group of people, or was he very clear that he was being forced? Do you think he would need another group of mercenaries to help him, who would be like drinking poison to quench his thirst?"

Oliver could now understand some of the idioms used by Karl, so he immediately understood Karl’s thoughts.

"Do you want to"

"Compared to one group of people, two groups of people who are not trustworthy are the ones who deserve to take the risk. I think Mr. Dexter Deshawn, as a veteran middleman, should have this kind of self-righteousness and audacity."

Karl finished the lemonade in one gulp: "I don't know what they are doing, but it's enough to just get involved."

(End of this chapter)