Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 587 1. Transaction
"1, 2, 3-4, good morning, everyone!"

"Oh!"

Accompanied by the sound of kicking on the door, the foreign scavenger who had just joined the job looked at the door of his residence being kicked open with a confused look on his face. Then, a strong man rushed in first, holding a Saratoga submachine gun in his hand, pointing the gun directly at them.

Before the scavengers could react, Jack pulled the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand.

Bullets poured out like raindrops. The five scavengers in the room who were pointed at by guns didn't even have the chance to draw their guns and fight back before they were sent to another world by the bullets.

The smell of gunpowder filled the small room. Jack walked closer and carefully examined the body on the ground. Then he turned to look at Carl behind him and said, "You don't have to follow me in this matter, Carl. They are just a group of scavengers. I can handle it by myself."

"What are you talking about? How can you just stand there and watch your friends clean up the rubbish? The street cleaners in Heywood, especially those near the Wolf Bar, are like the ones who have piled up rubbish outside our house. When cleaning up, we should help."

Although Carl just followed and watched Jack take action, he spoke without any shame, as if he had really contributed. While the two of them were chatting, T-BUG, who was assisting in the communication channel, interrupted:
"Okay, you two can chat. I have already lifted all the sensor traps here. When you go see Mrs. Wells later, remember to say hello for me. I'm going to take care of other things now."

After saying this, T-BUG left the channel.

A group of scavengers came from other places, and she didn't even know the market situation well, but she easily cracked their traps and equipment. It was not challenging at all and didn't arouse her interest at all. Instead of wasting time here, she might as well do something else.

"Has T-BUG's abilities become more and more powerful recently?"

Listening to T-BUG's bland words, Jack scratched his head and checked the scavenger gang's territory: "In all aspects."

"You mean temper and ability, right? Well, T-BUG, you know that she is like this every time she stays up all night. You'll get used to it. It's better to say that people will always be more irritable after staying up all night."

"I feel like she might be the one."

"You'd better stop talking about this. If T-BUG finds out, I don't want to see your childhood embarrassment projected on the hall screen in the middle of the night."

Carl pointed his palm at his neck, reminding Jack of what happened to the blond guy who had pissed off T-BUG a few days ago.

Jack's mind suddenly flashed back to the time when he got up in the middle of the night and found that the bright screen in the dark hall was playing Oliver's failed childhood confession in a loop. His throat rolled and he swallowed, deciding not to talk nonsense.

Jack is much older than Oliver, and Oliver's childhood embarrassment has been played out all night, but it is still not over. He estimates.
"I really don't know where T-BUG dug up so many things from."

"It's very simple. Just check the past archived materials, surveillance videos, and the evaluation records of students by various communities, schools, and companies."

Carl said, "You don't think that those who get sponsorship from companies get it just because they have good grades? They have investigated their identity, background, past experiences, interpersonal relationships, and even their parents' situations very clearly."

"Hey, company."

"Hey, company."

The two sighed to each other, then looked at the scavenger on the ground. They were about to call NCPD to see if there was any police officer who wanted to take credit for his work, when V called. "Are you free? I've got a job, and I don't think it's going to be easy for me to do it alone. Can you come over and help?"

V takes the job, but feels it’s not enough to do it alone?
Why does this sound so bizarre?
"Is there still a job that you, V, can't handle alone?"

Carl was absolutely sincere when he said this. For their current team, ordinary tasks on the market are no longer a problem for them. Even if they encounter a cyberpsychopath going crazy, one person is enough to handle it. And as a person with rich experience in taking private jobs, V actually feels that he can't do it alone?

It is very common for V to ask for help. After all, V really needs the assistance of T-BUG and Oliver in hacking technology and long-range sniping.

But this time, V felt that he couldn't handle it alone, so he called Carl and Jack.
"Are you planning to go to Arasaka Tower or the Military Technology Building?" Jack asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Those two places, one relies on our existing ID cards, and the other we also have channels, so it shouldn't be difficult to get in, right?"

"No, this job doesn't require much fighting, it just needs manpower. As you know, isn't Adecado connected with the Sixth Street Gang and the NCPD now? Adecado recently used the Sixth Street Gang's connections to buy an antique armored transport vehicle from 2060 called the 'Demon Lizard' from Military Technology. And then..." V was interrupted by Carl halfway through his words.

"Has Thor's business grown now? I remember that all our armored vehicles are with him. Did he get another one for himself?" Carl was puzzled.

"That's about right. Militech originally planned to send this thing to a backward country, in exchange for some benefits, and to show their generosity in giving away 'high-tech weapons'. But this time Thor and his team paid enough, so Militech just sold the car to them. Then," V continued:

“Then a sandstorm started in the Badlands, which just happened to mess up the convoy. Unfortunately, the car with the demon lizard was on autopilot, so it lost control;
Now the military technology people can't find the magic lizard, but they have already received the money. They only gave a lost area and asked Thor and his team to pick up the goods themselves. Then Adecado happened to be running goods, and now he is short of manpower, so he asked me to help find it. I thought it would be too strenuous for one person to find it, so why not bring you along? "The tone of the other end of the V communication was helpless.

“Classic corporate practice.”

Jack complained, "Could there be some kind of trap, or a breach of contract, like the loss was intentional, or there simply wasn't anything there?"

"No, when the deal was made, the Sixth Street Gang and Mitch, who were the middlemen, also went there. They figured out the route, and then they watched helplessly as the thing malfunctioned and went into the sandstorm. Now Mitch is still regretting that he didn't run over and manually drive the truck loaded with the lizard parts."

"Then why not use rail transport? Can't this kind of large armored equipment be transported by rail?"

Carl, who has a friend in the military technology industry and has been involved in transportation, was more knowledgeable. V explained, "It's a private transaction after all. The people in the military technology industry can't do it openly, so they just ignore it if the items are lost. Anyway, the money is in hand."

"What credibility?"

Carl complained and looked over at Jack, who shrugged.

What else to say.

They are all friends, just go and help.

When doing business privately, you will always encounter strange things like this.

(End of this chapter)