Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 533 146. The Second Force

"Mr. Dexter Deshawn."

Dexter DeShawn had just returned to his secluded home in the Schönbrunn area when he heard a voice in the darkness. At the same time, the automatic sensor light came on, revealing the people in the spacious living room.

Looking at the five fully armed men appearing in front of him, Dexter DeShawn's body almost froze in place instantly.

Mr. Dexter DeShawn has bodyguards, but the cautious Dexter DeShawn only allows them to perform their duties on the streets. Every time he returns to his hidden residence, Dexter DeShawn will let the bodyguards leave on their own and wait for his next appearance.

In other words, Dexter DeShawn has no one around him who can protect him now.

At this time, even if he wanted to call for a bodyguard, it was too late, because Dexter DeShawn deliberately chose a stupid bodyguard who didn't even know his own secret residence. If he wanted him to come for support, it would probably take ten minutes even if he sent the address. And ten minutes later,
If the five people in front of him wanted to take action, he would probably be dead.

Besides, even if his bodyguards were there, Mr. Dexter Deshawn didn't think he could survive.

After all, he is an old middleman and has the ability to distinguish people's abilities. The equipment of these five people is basically not bad, except for one who uses the older model of Constitution Military pistol "Freedom" for some reason. The guns in the hands of other people are all good. Dexter DeShawn even saw a Yinglong.

This thing is not something that ordinary people can own.

"who are you?"

Dexter DeShawn did not show any panic while saying this. In matters, panic often means half the battle is lost. The other party did not kill him immediately, which meant that he must have something to do to him. As long as the communication was good, it would not be impossible for him to keep his life.

"You don't need to rush to know our identities, Mr. Dexter Deshawn. Please take a seat first."

In the eyes of Dexter DeShawn, a man with an ordinary face stretched out his hand to indicate that he could sit on the sofa, and then said with a smile: "We are here just to help you."

"help?"

Dexter DeShawn showed no sarcasm or disbelief on his face. He obeyed the ordinary-looking man, sat down in front of him and said, "I'd love to hear more."

The situation is stronger than the person. No matter what happens, Dexter DeShawn cannot refuse it now. For the sake of his life, Dexter DeShawn has paid a lot and betrayed a lot. As long as he can keep his life, he can talk about anything.

"Before the negotiation, I think I should introduce myself. After all, it would be rude not to introduce myself before the negotiation."

The ordinary-looking man sat on the sofa opposite Dexter DeShawn and smiled: "I know your name, Mr. Dexter DeShawn, and your background. I don't need you to introduce yourself. Nice to meet you. I'm Alan."

"Alan?"

Hearing this definitely unfamiliar name, Dexter DeShawn recalled it carefully in his mind and made sure that he had never heard of any celebrity with this name.

"Another group of people who hide their identities and want to use me as a doormat?"

When Dexter DeShawn realized that this was probably a fake name, he immediately understood the group's purpose.

But there was no change in his expression, which could be considered as calm and collected.

He had changed from just wanting to save his own life to now thinking about whether he could use this group of people to achieve his own goals. Dexter DeShawn, who was described as being as sharp as a killer, was fat and black, but his mind was very active. After a short period of not having to worry about his life, the profit thinking of the old middleman returned to his mind.

"I don't think I've heard that name."

Dexter DeShawn looked at Allen and said, "But I'd like to meet someone with that name who's pretty capable."

This was a compliment, and it didn't change Allen's smile at all. He just said, "Since Mr. Dexter DeShawn is willing to meet me, then we can talk about things properly."

Allen's words were calm and indifferent, but the next words were like a knife, piercing Dexter DeShawn's heart instantly:

"We would like to be a part of what you are planning and provide a little help to you, Mr. Dexter DeShawn."

What am I planning now?

Hearing these words, Dexter DeShawn's heart skipped a beat. Although he had expected it, when these words really came out of the mouth of the person in front of him, he almost couldn't help but stand up from the sofa.

'How do you know this? Who are you?'

The words that were about to come out of his mouth were held back in his throat by Dexter DeShawn at the last moment.

Dexter DeShawn managed to calm down the change in his expression, then looked at Allen again and said in a deep voice: "Since you know about this kind of thing, you should also know how terrible the other party who commissioned me is."

Dexter DeShawn paused and continued, "You are asking me to die. I am going to die anyway. I don't think I need to agree to your request."

"No, you are not going to die, Mr. Dexter-Deshawn."

Alan kept that smile: "At least not now."

“Is there a difference between dying early and dying late?”

Listening to Allen's naked attitude and words, Dexter DeShawn's eyes rolled slightly.

Obviously, he had realized something.

Dexter DeShawn was forced to do the job for Military Technology, but because the other party was so powerful, Dexter DeShawn could not refuse. He was also prepared to leave the city as soon as possible after this job and flee to the ends of the earth, giving up the idea of ​​regaining his reputation, but now...
A second force has joined in, and judging from the situation, they are quite familiar with military technology. Does that mean that he can muddy the waters?

There will be no fish in clear water. Although this is not absolute, a chaotic and unclear pool of water will always give black fish the opportunity to swim through it, and Dexter DeShawn believes that he seems to have such an opportunity.

"Let's talk."

As Allen expected, after thinking for a while, Dexter DeShawn decided not to loyally become a "doormat" for military technology.

(End of this chapter)