Cyberpunk: 2075

“Seafood risotto, cold soups, stews, garlic shrimp, sweet cakes…

Blanca looked at the food placed in front of Karl, which had almost completely occupied half of the table in front of him, and realized that Karl, this guy, was indeed here to eat.

Soup, dessert, and staple food are all available, or are they all served at once? Does he want to eat them all in one go?

Blanca looked at the solitary small portion of avocado and artichoke salad in front of her, feeling that everything she had put so much effort into laying out was wasted.

While eating risotto and soup, Karl looked at the salad in front of Blanca and asked out of curiosity: "Is this salad delicious?"

"Very healthy."

"oh."

In other words, it's not very tasty, right?

People working in high-level companies are indeed different. They pay more attention to health than filling their stomachs and having good taste.

Looking at Karl who was eating happily, not exactly a reincarnation of a starving ghost, but whose posture was also very ugly, Blanca moved her lips, and finally spoke:

"Do you want to hear about me?"

"You're stressed out and want to talk to me."

Karl took a bite of real shrimp and felt the taste in his mouth. He looked at Blanca with a very serious expression: "I want to hear it."

He has no merits, and he knows that all his actions are extremely rude in front of women, but if someone needs to talk, and wants to tell his own story to relieve his depressed mood in this suffocating night city, he will Listen, I want to hear too.

If you don't have anyone to listen to when you're depressed, that's too sterile.

Seeing Karl's serious look, Blanca's eyes flashed, and finally she said thank you: "Thank you."

Blanca understood why she could not be angry when Karl was rude many times and didn't seem to respect her hard work in dressing up.

Because he is sincere.

There is a rare sincerity, no, I should say, in Blanca's heart, which has been extinct in Night City.

Looking at Karl, Blanca could feel his sincerity and knew that this was what he thought and did.

He wanted to eat because he really wanted to eat, not because he was trying to hide something.

He said that clothes might be a drag, and that's what he meant, because the clothes were indeed a drag, but he also understood the meaning of wearing them, so he praised the beauty quite seriously.

Do what you need to do when you need to do it, and do what you want to do when you want to do it.

Free, free and easy, just like being in the sky, rising and falling according to your own thoughts. No matter how you are, it is the same sun that shines on you.

Maybe you don’t need to talk.

Just looking at him relaxes the mind.

This is a sense of relaxation that is difficult to have in the breathtaking Night City.

You don’t need to worry about being killed suddenly, you don’t need to worry about angering the other person with just one word, and you don’t need to worry about being hit by a bullet from nowhere. You just need to sit peacefully, relaxed and free.

Just chat freely.

Just, chat.

"I was born in Alcazar. Have you heard of this town?"

“The home of Don Quixote, of course, is also the home of Cervantes.”

"The characters and the author share the same hometown. It is a beautiful and comfortable town."

When Blanca talked about her hometown, the smile on her face was genuine: "That's the place I still go to recall. It was so beautiful and so moving, until I was eight years old because of my grandparents' death." He left it with his parents and moved to Malaga, Andalusia.”

She recalled: “Malaga is also a good place with a mild climate and beautiful scenery, but I didn’t feel much warmth there because during that time, my parents were exposed to military technology. , my home is no longer my home, but a place where my parents and colleagues discuss things;

At that time, I could only stay in the attic on the fourth floor, unable to go down even one step. All the entertainment I had every day,

Just reading and looking out through the small window in the attic to the streets illuminated by the bright sunshine, and my peers running around happily, watching them being free, watching them laughing, watching them crying, in In my heart, I was envious and longing for it, but there was nothing I could do about it. "

There is nothing you can do.::

"Can't you get out?"

"There is no way, because in the company's struggle, relatives may become hostages of power. My parents don't want their colleagues to know where I am. All they told others was that the girl was placed in a safe place. No one knows that I'm right on top of them."

"Later, in order to prevent accidents, my parents even closed the windows. From then on, I could only stay in the attic where the lights couldn't be turned on, and through the only gap left by my parents, under the only sunlight. , flipping through books telling fairy tales and various stories in a space of less than ten square meters."

Blanca blinked: "Maybe it's because I'm smarter. After four years of reading, I figured out how to control electronic devices. And with the help of my parents who discovered my talent, I got my first After that, I gradually forgot about the sky and sunshine outside, and learned to look at the outside world through small devices in the dark attic. "

"Is this also the reason why you were able to see me on the surveillance footage before when you were worried about your subordinates?"

"That's true, but more reasons may be that it's still within the authority. I can trust my subordinates for this little thing on the street. I gave four people the same request, and they also gave four identical videos. If they have discussed this matter, then there is no need for me to struggle at the beginning."

As she said, Blanca picked up a piece of avocado with a fork and put it in her mouth to chew under Carl's waiting eyes.

After she ate the avocado, she looked at Carl and kept silent.

Carl could see the meaning in her eyes.

Although I am talking, it's a bit embarrassing to talk unilaterally. You also tell me.

"It's my turn..."

Carl didn't have much to talk about, but he recalled the past and talked about his glorious deeds during the meal. He did this a lot when he had dinner with Jack and others, and he didn't mind talking to Blanca.

But.

"Not now."

Carl smiled slightly.

"Can you bow your head?"

Bow your head?

Unsure, Blanca did what Carl said.

She lowered her head, and then a bright light flashed from where her head was originally.

When Blanca came to her senses, Carl had already stood up, and the single molecule wire in his hand had already popped out, and in his palm, he was holding two things that he had grabbed from mid-air.

"Mechanical insect, you are being targeted Blanca."

Carl spread out his palm, and in his palm, there was a broken machine that was split into two. Judging from the red fragments, it was a seven-spotted ladybug.

"There won't be such a large and active ladybug in Night City."

Looking at the ladybug in Carl's hand, Blanca was a little stunned.

Mechanical ladybug, is this a monitoring device?

How is it possible? Before I came in, I had already sent someone to scan this place, and my subordinates were monitoring it throughout the process. This...

"Here it comes."

Carl noticed the light.

It was different from the light. It was a light that could accurately scan and lock in an environment with dense light.

And Carl was very familiar with that light.

"Be careful of Nekomata."

When the glass of the Spanish restaurant shattered due to the impact of sound waves and bullets, Carl had slowed down time.

The commission of 40,000 has now come to the moment when he really needs to work.

Walking among the broken glass, Carl pushed Blanca's head down again, looked up, and saw the sniper on the third floor of a building 400 meters away from the restaurant.

Eye to eye.

Opposite..:

"What's your number?"