Cyberpunk: 2075

"Jack, come and have a drink with us."

Jack Wells had just walked into the Wild Wolf Bar, and the Valentino gang member who had just yelled to Mrs. Wells that he wanted to have a drink with Jack immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to invite Jack to come and sit with him.

Before Jack could speak, Mrs. Wells, who was holding a plate, had already stopped them: "Jack, you came just in time, come and help, and send these things to the two guests over there."

"I know, mom."

Jack Wells was conscripted just after returning home. He could only use his eyes to apologize to the friend who invited him to drink. He took the plate steadily from his mother's hand, walked towards Carl and Oliver, and sat down next to them while putting the plate down for them.

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"What do you call me, mano (brother)."

Jack Wells, in person, really appeared in front of him, but for Carl, who had met Victor before, well, it was still ordinary.

"Carl."

Carl took a sip of the sweet tea he had poured into the glass: "You can call me KK."

This sweet tea tastes like iced black tea.

"Oliver."

Oliver also picked up his bottle of iced beer and gestured to Jack: "You can call Jack. I just heard it. Let's drink together. I don't mind meeting new friends."

"That's perfect."

Originally, Jack was just a little worried about his mother's bar because he saw strange mercenaries, so he tried it out. As a result, Jack found that these two people were not as dangerous as he imagined, so he immediately accepted Oliver's invitation.

He got up and ran to the bar in his house. After getting a bottle of beer like Oliver's under his mother's nagging, Jack also cut a plate of Spanish ham slices (ingredients unknown) and brought them over. On the way over, he did not forget to apologize to Valentino who had invited him just now: "I may have something to do later today, so I won't drink with you. I'll stay here to accompany my new friends."

"Then you must come next time."

"Of course!"

With a smile on his face, Jack put down the Spanish ham slices, sat down, and took a big sip of beer directly.

After finishing his drink, Jack looked at the two people again: "Let's eat some ham together. From the looks of it, are you two friends mercenaries?"

"The team was just formed yesterday, and we haven't received any missions yet."

Carl drank the 'ice tea' and stuffed a piece of French fries into his mouth. He found that the French fries were fried crispy and delicious: "Didn't you hear that you might find something to do in the Wild Wolf Bar today, so you came here early in the morning."

"The team was just formed yesterday?"

Jack heard Carl's words and his eyes flashed with surprise: "Looking at your outfit, it doesn't look like it. Is there someone guiding you from behind?"

Mercenaries who have just entered the industry often don't understand the importance of weapons and armor. Although the Wild Wolf Bar is full of mercenaries who don't even have middlemen, they don't know how many times they have gone through life and death and how many teammates have died before they understand the importance of bulletproof vests or subcutaneous armor. There are many young people who have only seen those legendary glorious scenes on the street and have only one idea to become mercenaries without any preparation.

"I guess I got help from a prosthetic doctor named Victor. He's really a good guy."

Faced with Jack, who looked honest and trustworthy with a smile, and who didn't look as fierce as he did when he came in just now, Oliver didn't think too much and just said that it was not an important matter.

But Carl next to him noticed that Jack, who seemed to be a strong man who gave people the inherent impression of being reckless, had an extremely meticulous heart. Oliver was tricked into talking after just two words.

But this matter really didn't matter, so Carl stuffed a few more fries into his mouth.

This thing is really fried and delicious, but it's a pity that the Wild Wolf Bar doesn't provide pepper and salt or ketchup, not even mayonnaise.

"Victor?"

Hearing this familiar name, Jack immediately realized that the Victor mentioned in Oliver's words was probably the Victor he knew.

"Is it Victor from Watson?"

"Yeah, do you know him too?"

"Of course, brother, we are old acquaintances."

Jack's smile became even brighter, and he also gave up the last bit of temptation towards Oliver and Carl. Anyone who can be helped by Victor actively is not a bad person. Now it seems that he really wants to have two more friends.

After Carl joined the conversation, they talked about Lao Wei for a few more words, and then Jack talked about his own situation: "I am now a mercenary who has just entered the industry not long ago, just like you. I have already received several missions, but they are all small things;

As for the middleman, I know one, but I feel that my level is not enough, and I don’t want to bother him. I want to improve myself first, at least other middlemen will assign tasks to me based on my strength rather than my relationship."

"Jack has ambitions, unlike me, who always relies on my father and sister. If it weren’t for Carl, I wouldn’t have thought of how to get out on my own."

Oliver admired Jack, a man who had already done several missions and didn’t need the middleman relationship, but he glanced and found that Carl was almost finishing his fries while chatting.

Jack had already noticed the almost empty plate in front of Carl, and said with a little pride: "Carl, how do these fries taste? My mom fries them, and I've been eating them with corn chips since I was a child and never get tired of them."

"It really tastes good, but I think it would be better with a little ketchup."

"Yes, I think so too, but my mom has always been unwilling, she likes the original flavor." Jack felt that he and Carl were really in harmony in this regard, and his tone was a little excited. He wanted to drag Carl to give his mother some advice, but before he wanted to do so, a new guest walked in outside the Wild Wolf Bar.

"The one in a suit and tie is a company dog."

Oliver said in a low voice, and just as he said, the one who walked into the Wild Wolf Bar with a frown was a female company employee who was well-dressed, made up, and looked pretty, but her arrogant demeanor ruined her appearance.

"Keep your voice down, or we'll get bitten by a dog."

Jack also lowered his voice, with a mocking smile on his face.

Not many people would have a good impression of a corporate dog who works for a big company, looks down on ordinary people, and kneels faster than anyone else to the superiors.

"She's looking over here."

When Jack and Oliver lowered their heads and talked, Carl's plain voice immediately made them raise their heads, and then the two of them just stared at the high-heeled corporate dog walking towards them.

'I heard it, what kind of prosthetic ears are so sharp? '