Cyberpunk: 2075

The Wild Wolf Bar in the Haywood Valley area is not difficult to find. After all, in this place where judicial buildings such as the city hall, mayor's office, court and NCPD headquarters are dotted, a bar that is completely out of place with the previous buildings is too conspicuous. .

Parking the car on the side of the road, Oliver hesitated whether to put on the body armor he bought after spending money yesterday. He had lived in a neighborhood governed by the Sixth Street Gang since he was a child, and was a 'former' member of the Sixth Street Gang. For Warren, Although the Tino Gang said that many members of the Sixth Street Gang had a good relationship with them secretly, they were still a little scared inside.

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Who knows if the Valentino Gang members gathered in this bar will kill themselves just because of their former Sixth Street Gang status.

While Oliver was hesitating, Karl had already put on the body armor under his clothes with deft hands and feet.

After putting it on, Carl looked at Oliver a little strangely: "What are you hesitating about? We are looking for an employer later. We don't have basic protective prosthetics or body armor, so we are just mercenaries preparing to do the mission. If I were the employer, Must think that’s an idiot.”

really.

Only then did Oliver realize that his previous thinking with gangs had influenced him. When he was a civilian or gang member in the Santo Domingo area, because the entire territory belonged to their Sixth Street Gang, there was no need to be so vigilant. He has to be on guard all the time, but his current status is that of an unemployed mercenary. If a mercenary doesn't show off his good equipment and show his strength, then he can only rely on his face to attract employers to work.

They are not some famous legendary mercenaries. The kind of mercenaries who wear a shirt, hold a pistol in one hand, and hold another 'pistol' in the other hand can kill seven in and seven out of the crowd. Those people are The mission comes to them instead of them looking for the mission. Naturally, there is no need to dress so defensively, and look as handsome as you want. If you can't do it yourself, you naturally look threatening.

He also put on a bulletproof vest and a jacket. Oliver put his revolver Nova in the holster, and followed the example he saw in the movie without buckling the holster, and pulled it out like this. The gun can be pulled out instantly, and the grip of the gun can be exposed so that others can identify what the gun is.

'Real men use the new star, fiercely. ’

He had no idea that his partner could have so many mental activities when getting a gun. After Carl inserted the Lexington into the holster quite simply, he hesitated for a moment and still did not put the Copperhead assault rifle in the trunk. superior.

It's just a bar. Bringing a pistol is enough, but bringing an assault rifle is a bit like kicking the bar.

After being fully prepared, under the curious eyes of the street members of the Valentino Gang who were walking around the Wild Wolf Bar, the two newcomers to the mercenary world stepped into the bar.

As soon as you enter the bar, you can clearly feel that the light inside is darker than outside. In the Wild Wolf Bar, there are no GG cards that are everywhere on the streets outside. Instead, there are only fluorescent lights. If it weren't for the bar, The place was very bright, and there were people drinking in small groups. As soon as I walked in, I really wondered if the bar was closed during the day.

Standing at the bar is an old woman with gray hair wearing a leather jacket. Although she looks old, she looks quite energetic. If you hadn't noticed her hair at first glance, It's absolutely hard for people to think of her age.

"Oh, two kids I've never met."

Seeing Carl and Oliver walking in from outside the bar, the old woman said hello to the two people: "You guys are a bit early, but I welcome you all. What do you want to have?"

"Mrs. Wells—I'd also like a bottle of blues vodka here."

Before Carl and Oliver spoke, a guest at the distant wine table raised his hand and wanted another bottle of wine.

"No, Ernesto, you have already drank one bottle today. If you have something to do tonight, go and wake up at the bar."

"What's the matter? I'm planning to wait for Jack to come back and have a drink together."

"Neither can Jack."

When the old woman named Mrs. Wells was talking to the member of the Valentino Gang who could tell by his dress, Karl heard a very familiar name.

Jack?

Could it be that Jack, Jack Wills?

If it was Jack, Carl was quite familiar with it. In the demo, Jack was V's good brother and teammate.

It's probably just a coincidence of the same name.

The name Jack is quite common.

When she was thinking this, Mrs. Wells turned to look at them again: "So, what do you want to drink, kids?"

"I'd like a bottle of Brother's Lager."

Oliver immediately chose a drink that was not of high alcohol content and should not affect the mission.

"Okay, a bottle of lager, what about you?"

Being stared at by this kind-tongued old woman, Karl thought for a moment, glanced at the list on the bar, and chose a drink that looked like it had Chinese characters on it.

"I'll have a cup of sweet tea and French fries."

"Then just find a seat and sit down for a while. I'll send it to you in a moment."

Mrs. Wells nodded, turned around and started searching in the bar cabinet, while Oliver pulled Carl to the side where he could see the person coming from the door.

"You only drink non-alcoholic drinks in the bar, and you also ordered some French fries... I wish I could be like you."

Compared to beer, Oliver still prefers to drink beverages, but he thinks it's not good to come to the bar without ordering alcohol, but Carl doesn't care about this at all.

"Then I can share some French fries with you later."

"Okay, I'll eat yours first, and then I'll order some after I finish eating. I'm most happy to make some French fries."

"I'm more curious about what the ingredients of French fries are."

It's okay as long as it's not bugs.

While waiting, the two of them observed the people in the bar, but found that most of them were drinkers, and a very small number of them were mercenaries who ordered something like them and waited, with weapons hanging around their waists, wearing bulletproof vests or wearing subcutaneous armor prostheses.

Well, at least what Oliver's father said was true that you can find a job in this place. There are indeed a lot of mercenaries waiting for work, but they all look like low-level mercenaries like them, without even a middleman.

Oliver lowered his voice: "To be honest, the middleman industry is basically the same as mercenaries. There are the most powerful middlemen who can interfere with company affairs, and there are also those who are only tasked with dealing with small fish and neighborhood feuds. However, mercenaries who have no cooperation even from the lowest-level middlemen are also miserable."

When this guy spoke, he had no idea that he and Carl were now part of the miserable mercenaries he mentioned.

"Who knows."

While dealing with Oliver's words casually, Carl's peripheral vision swept over a person who walked into the door of the Wild Wolf Bar. After finding that he seemed a little familiar, he subconsciously looked over.

The one who walked in was a tall and strong man who blocked the sunlight from outside the bar. He had a black braid, obvious signs of prosthetic modification on both sides of his cheeks, and his leather jacket was open, revealing a full chest tattoo. He looked very hard to mess with.

This person is....

'Jack Wells! '