Cyberpunk: 2075

"Counting the 10,000 euro reward from the NCPD, the 60,000 euro deposit, the 10,000 euro for real meat, the 31,000 euro for a car... In a blink of an eye, only 20,000 euros are left."

Sitting in the Wild Wolf Bar, which has almost become a stronghold, Carl counted the remaining euros on his fingers and felt that he was poor again.

"You still have 20,000 euros, but I only have a few hundred euros left."

Oliver said: "After I bought a 'Midnight Military SOR-22' kinetic precision rifle and installed a 'nanofiber' prosthesis for myself, my deposit was emptied."

[Midnight Military SOR-22]: A powerful semi-assault rifle, specially built for the military, without any embellishment, simple and deadly. Although this heavy rifle, which is quite suitable for charging into battle, requires a good endoskeleton and muscle bundles to bear its force, its powerful firepower is enough to satisfy anyone.

[Nanofiber]: Synthetic muscle fiber.

As he said that his bank account was almost zero, Oliver looked at the SOR-22 that he had leaned against the bar, and his eyes showed deep satisfaction. It was obvious that this weapon was originally made for soldiers, and it pleased him as a former member of the Sixth Street Gang.

"My savings are not as much as Carl's remaining money, but there is still some."

Jack, who was drinking, looked at Oliver's weapons with envy and said, "It's just that I still need a certain amount to save up for the prosthetics and weapons that I am satisfied with."

"I think that after the prosthetics and weapons, I have to add a motorcycle."

Carl chewed the French fries sent by Mrs. Wells and said, "Jack, haven't you always wanted to buy an ARCH motorcycle?"

"That also requires money, brother."

Jack's face rarely showed a look of distress: "If you want to be a big shot, you must first take enough work, but without enough weapons and prosthetics, you can't take that big work, so you can only save on the motorcycle for now."

"There will always be work, Jack, there will always be work."

Carl stared at the phone number of the middleman Faraday in the address book, but he felt that this middleman was not very reliable.

They said they were testing and gave them a small job, but no work was assigned after that. It was really a headache that they didn't give a definite answer whether they could do it or not.

Just when Carl was thinking about whether to take some ordinary small jobs for daily work, there was a rather noisy noise at the wine table not far from them. When Carl and the other two were attracted to look over, a man was holding a bottle and hitting another man on the head opposite him.

"Bang!"

The sound of the bottle breaking was quite crisp in the bar during the day. Almost instantly, the whole bar fell silent, and everyone's eyes were looking at the wine table where the incident happened.

"Can you do it, bastard? Give me a definite answer, don't hesitate over there."

The man who used the bottle to open the man opposite looked about 20 years old, about the same age as Jack. He was wearing a jacket and half of his face was inlaid with a mechanical face. At this time, the expression made by the machine and the flesh seemed quite impatient.

Carl didn't have any impression of him. He should not be a frequent visitor to the Wild Wolf Bar, but he had some impression of the man opposite him, whose head was bleeding and his scalp was full of scattered glass fragments, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain.

I remember that the other party was a driver doing business in Heywood. He often came to the Wild Wolf Bar to have a drink after get off work. He was over 50 years old this year. People called him Laohuotou, which means an old man who often ran goods.

Among the civilians in Night City, people in their 50s who ran goods on the streets could indeed be considered old men.

"What happened?"

The Wild Wolf Bar was opened by his mother after all, so Jack naturally had reasons to stop the dispute. He immediately stood up and walked towards the place where the old man was. Carl gave Oliver a look, and Oliver followed Jack with understanding. Carl first poured the fries on the plate on the table into the small plastic bag given by Mrs. Wells, and then walked over while eating the fries.

The crispy fries that had just been fried would become soft if they were eaten slowly.

When Carl arrived, the conversation between Jack, who was responsible for mediation, and the half-faced mechanical man also made him understand the general situation.

In short, the half-faced mechanical man is a field investigator sent by the military technology company. He is tracking down the freight situation of Heywood, and the old man happened to run the route where Heywood transported materials to the municipal center these days, so he came to ask the old man for clarification, but the old man hesitated and couldn't explain it clearly.

"Is the old man running the route for the military technology company?"

"No, he just ran the relevant route and had no contact with military technology."

After hearing Oliver's answer, Carl felt a little puzzled.

"Since it is not the old man who is responsible for losing the military technology goods, to be precise, it is the company that has problems and needs to ask the old man, why is it that the company personnel are now asking the old man to hand over the information?"

"Company personnel, that's it. For them, the old man is just a street shopper, nothing at all, so naturally he can do whatever he wants."

"In other words, this is a threat, right?"

Threatening with the power of the company behind him.

Carl looked at the old man who had done nothing wrong but was cut open just because he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't dare to wipe the blood. He was shaking and didn't dare to resist at all. He looked at the arrogant company employee who looked like he was wrong if he didn't help us. He understood.

"Come on."

Carl walked to the bar, where Mrs. Wells had already taken out the medical kit and prepared it.

"Mrs. Wells, do you mind if I help you clean up?"

"What are you talking about, kid? It's really great that you are willing to help."

"That's good."

Carl took the medical kit and walked back, and handed the medical kit and his half bag of chips to Oliver.

"The treatment of the old man is left to you. Remember to handle it carefully and don't steal my chips. I'm watching. There is still half a bag."

Oliver stared at Carl, and then looked at Jack who was still talking, as if he understood what Carl was going to do.

"I won't steal food, let me deal with it, but don't break anything."

"I know Jack has a very good temper, for a guy like this..."

Carl rubbed his fists and walked up.

"I can't even break a cup if I deal with him."

Who gave him the courage to cause trouble in the Wild Wolf Bar?