Cyberpunk: 2075

"Come and see what you are like, I have something here that will definitely make your eyes light up."

After hearing the voice calling him, Carl turned around and found that it was the owner of a weapons store who was waving at him and calling him over.

This is the nth time I have come to this stadium.

Carl muttered in his heart.

At the EBM Petrochemical Stadium, Carl's team members dispersed as soon as they arrived. The stadium was crowded with people, shops were lined up, and all kinds of goods were dazzling. In order to improve efficiency and be able to choose the items they need, acting separately is undoubtedly the most time-saving behavior. However, even if they acted separately, Carl was still shocked by the density of people in the stadium and the proficiency of the vendors.

After walking two steps, I came across a weapon stall; after walking one step further, the shadow of the next weapon stall came into view. The entire stadium was full of weapon shops, and all kinds of weapons were casually placed on the tables of each stall and on the shelves of the boss. The atmosphere here was just like walking in a lively food street, filled with hawking sounds all around - except that what was hawked here was not food, but all kinds of weapons.

I had heard that Dog Town was a place for weapons trading, but I didn't expect that the civilian weapons sales business was so lively. However, this unscrupulous sales must have been caused by Hansen in the formation of this stadium. "

It is easy to guess that no matter what, even in 2076, weapons can be bought everywhere, but people holding high-powered weapons and prosthetics are also unstable factors in society. Dog Town is the private kingdom of Hansen and his ghost dogs, but they allow vendors to open shops selling weapons in the gymnasium so openly. It would be strange to say that Hansen did not do it deliberately.

Thinking in his heart, Carl turned back to look at the weapons on his shelves and counters because of the shouting of the owner of the weapons store. Just a glance, and he turned his head back again.

Ordinary, just some common weapons on the market, to buy at night You can buy them anywhere in the city, it's nothing.

Carl continued to walk forward, feeling a little emotional.

There are many weapons here, but the quality is just so-so. Why do I feel that the weapons that Mr. Kenichi Shiro gave me are not as interesting as those I have?

After this thought came up, Carl felt that his thoughts were a little funny.

The weapons that Kenichi Shiro had opened up were for Carl to choose from. Those weapons were all used by the elite troops of Arasaka. Although they were only at the level of the action troops, they were also weapons used by the Arasaka troops. In comparison, it would be strange if this stadium could compare.

In the final analysis, the sale of weapons can be high-end and refined, or With low-end sales, maybe Hansen has sold out most of the things he has on hand, so he deliberately put some excess and hard-to-sell weapons and equipment into the market to create scattered profits.

This stadium is indeed crowded with people. After Carl and his companions dispersed at the door, they walked for a long time without seeing them. Just when Carl was about to ask about their whereabouts in the communication, he noticed a small weapons stall on the side of the road.

This weapons stall is completely different from other stalls. There is no shopkeeper in strange clothes to attract customers, and there is no counter made of scrap metal. The so-called store is just a piece of cloth spread on the ground, on which various weapons are displayed. The shop owner casually sat cross-legged at one end of the cloth, as if he didn't care about the surrounding noise.

This was the first time that Carl had met a shop owner who didn't actively solicit customers after he walked in.

Carl looked at the shop owner and found that he was about 40 years old, with a blond crew cut and a pair of blue eyes. He was only wearing a camouflage sweatshirt and shorts. The muscles under his clothes made his clothes bulge, and the exposed thigh muscles were also tight and strong. Judging from his appearance alone, he was definitely a veteran who had been trained for a long time and had countless killings.

"Oh...::

Carl's eyes became interesting.

Carl felt a feeling from this guy that matched his appearance.

It was a feeling very similar to Brown and Mann. In more popular terms, it was...

This person must have served in the army, which was quite consistent with his appearance, and even in the army, he was definitely an elite.

The reason why Carl was so sure was that when Carl cast his eyes, the sturdy man who seemed to be distracted and thinking about something suddenly turned his head to look at Carl the moment he noticed Carl's gaze.

He sensed Carl's threat, just a glance.

Carl looked at him and saw a hint of vigilance in his eyes, so Carl took the initiative to walk towards him. When he arrived in front of his shop, he squatted down and pointed at the weapons on the cloth.

"These weapons look quite ordinary, boss."

When Carl raised his hand to point at the weapons, the owner of the weapons store tensed up instantly because of his hand-raising action. He immediately uncrossed his legs and turned into a half-squatted posture ready to burst forward like a runner at any time. Just when he was ready to burst out like a spring, he heard Carl's words.

The spring did not pop out.

"The weapons are ordinary?"

After glancing at Carl for a few times, the sturdy shop owner realized that Carl seemed to be here to do business. His body, which had been tense because he sensed danger, relaxed a little, but he didn't relax completely. He glanced at the thing Carl pointed at and said, "I'm not selling advanced and powerful weapons, but the experience of these weapons."

"The experience of these weapons?"

Hearing this somewhat special description, Carl had to admit that his curiosity was aroused.

If this was some kind of method similar to bragging before selling fake items, then he must have stepped into a trap. ’

“What’s the experience?”

Carl sat down in a corner of the cloth, ready to talk business with the shopkeeper. When the shopkeeper saw that Carl took the initiative to do this, he crossed his legs again and became the same as before. However, he only answered Carl’s question with one word:

“Celebrity.”

“Celebrity?”

Hearing this, Carl had to admit that his curiosity was aroused even more, so he looked at the weapons again and saw that they really had obvious signs of use. The shopkeeper was saying that the weapons here were all used by celebrities?