Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 99 77. Imagine a different mission
Carl and his companions' target, the place where the scavengers who dared to threaten Lao Wei were located, was the Little Chinatown in the Watson District, which happened to be near Carl and Oliver's residence. This group of people might want to force Lao Wei to sell the goods in their hands just because they were close to him. Regarding their behavior, Carl could only say that they were really looking for death at their doorstep.

"Which floor?"

Holding a 'Golden Bitch' pistol in each hand, Jack asked Carl who was hacking into the apartment building in front of him.

"Third floor, seven of them. As for their weapons, there's nothing noteworthy. It looks like this gang has just started the scavenger business. No wonder they dare to threaten Lao Wei. Wait a minute, I'll connect the screen to your personal terminal and give you permission."

While answering, Carl sent permission requests to Oliver, Jack, and David. Although David came here to see the world, or to be more precise, to learn and see, but since he had to do something, he had to be steady and do what his teammates asked of him. It was also necessary to access the screen to understand the situation.

"Well!"

Even if, after connecting to the screen, he would vomit uncontrollably because of the bloody sight of human organs scattered on the screen.

"Take a good look and get familiar with it."

Oliver was very caring towards David, probably because they were both from Saint Domingo. He handed David, who was leaning against the wall and vomiting, some real water that he had brought from the car.

"Rinse your mouth with it and remember what you saw. If you don't protect your own strength, you will become one of those on the stretcher. Speaking of which, I remember that you should have come into contact with a lot of Black Chaomeng. Why did you vomit at the bloody images?"

"It's just that I suddenly remembered a black dream I saw last night. The impact was too strong. I don't usually feel this way."

David, feeling that he had vomited everything in his stomach, took the real water handed to him by Oliver and rinsed his mouth. The refreshing feeling of real water soothed his emotions instantly, and he felt refreshed by the coolness.

David stared at the bottle of real water he had never drunk before, and was a little surprised: "This water tastes completely different from the water in Saint Domingo!"

"The water in Santo Domingo."

When Oliver heard David talking about this, he couldn't help but sigh, but said nothing.

"Get ready, David. Here, I'll give you another little treat."

Carl took something out of the car and naturally handed it to David.

"Grenade?"

David looked at the oval-shaped thing that Carl placed in the palm of his hand, feeling a little dazed.

"Don't worry, this is a modified version that we specially got. The explosive power won't be too strong to bring down the entire building. If you throw it in a room, the maximum power it can have is to clear the room. Take it first, and throw it in when the time is right."

"Can I throw a grenade in there?"

"Of course, we are not here to rescue anyone. I have checked, and there are no living people except the scavengers. These bastards are in a hurry to make money. The only bodies in the room are some poor people, placed in a special freezing bathtub. I have also uploaded that room to your personal terminal, so don't throw anything in there;

Although the person is dead, we should try to keep the body intact. When the matter is resolved, I will call my acquaintance in NCPD and ask him to come and see if he can contact the family of the deceased. It is bad enough to be targeted by the scavengers, so let them have a final resting place. "

The information was transmitted and everything that needed to be said was said. Next, it was time to officially carry out the mission. Team Carl self-issued the mission.

Time: Until dinner time.

Reward: Braised pork made by Carl.

After pulling the slide of the Night's End, Carl and the rest of the team took the elevator to the third floor.

The place where the scavengers were located was a large suite on the third floor that they had specially rented. There were four rooms in the whole suite, namely the living room, the storage room, and the processing room. The last one was an empty leisure room specially used for rest.

There were seven scavengers, two were sleeping in the living room, two were processing corpses in the processing room, one was discussing some business on the computer next to the table in the processing room, and the remaining two were lying on the sofa in the leisure room wearing super dream equipment, watching some super dream movie with their lower bodies moving up and down.

The suite where the scavenger lived was located farther inside the corridor. In the corridor, which was the only way to get there, two residents were standing at their respective doorsteps, smoking and chatting.

Carl knew their identities before they saw him.

'The two civilians, who were running a hot dog business on the street, had no contact with the new scavengers who had just moved in, so they were just left alone.'

'clear. '

Jack held the golden rifle and knocked twice on the wall in the corridor with the butt of the gun. After attracting the attention of two civilians who were talking with the sound, he showed the gun in his hand, and then shook his arm and made a gesture to get out of the way.

The two obviously experienced hot dog vendors did not look nervous or panicked at all. They looked at the sturdy Jack and the pistol in his hand, then looked at the three people behind him who were each holding a weapon. They nodded in understanding, then opened the door behind them and hid inside.

They have seen street mercenaries coming to handle things before, so there is no need to be too surprised.

'Let's go. '

In the communication, when Carl gave the order to continue moving forward, David's throat rolled and he swallowed his saliva, but he felt himself getting nervous, and his hand unconsciously clenched the pistol.
Is this kind of rigorous and serious atmosphere what it looks like when real mercenaries are carrying out a mission? It is completely different from the recordings experienced in Mewtwo. It turns out that reality is the most powerful.

Just as David had this thought in his mind, he found a paper card stuffed out from under the room where the two hot dog vendors hid. There seemed to be something written on it.

He looked over subconsciously, and the prosthetic eye in his eye flashed, allowing him to see clearly what was printed on the paper card.

"Old William's Hot Dog Stand. Want to enjoy a hot dog with 80% real meat? Then come to the Old William's Hot Dog Stand in Watson's Chinatown. For only 10 euros, you can enjoy a big hot dog that is enough for the whole family. Old William's Hot Dog will satisfy you every day. To pre-order, you can call the communication number--"

"advertise?"

"Remember this, if it tastes good you can go back and try it later."

In Oliver's usual words, David felt that the excitement that had just risen in him about being a serious mercenary carrying out a mission was instantly calmed down.

(End of this chapter)