Cyberpunk: 2075

When a person won't listen to reason, using fists can often make him understand some truths, and that's what Carl did.

"Jack, move aside."

"Carl?"

Jack, who had been persuading him, didn't notice what Carl did. After he subconsciously moved aside, he noticed Carl with his fists clenched and Oliver carrying a medical kit.

Instantly, he understood what his two friends were planning.

"Well, it seems that my kind little class of Jack Wells has to end."

"What little class is over?"

The half-faced mechanical man was still wondering what the big man who was persuading him was saying, when he saw Carl coming over. The artificial eye on half of his face flashed, and when he was about to scan Carl, Carl had already punched him in the face.

The impact of the fist was so strong that the half-faced mechanical man felt as if his face was dented by the punch, and his body leaned back from the seat uncontrollably, and he was about to fall off the bar stool, but before that, Carl had used his other hand to "kindly" grab him.

"You...what are you doing!"

The half-faced robot man, who spoke unclearly, felt that his face was a little dislocated. He couldn't understand why he was talking to someone and suddenly someone came up and punched him.

"Nothing, I just felt that you didn't answer my question and made me very upset, so I was going to beat you up."

"Huh? What do you mean..."

Before the half-faced robot man finished speaking, Carl's next punch hit him in the face again. Because his neck was firmly grasped, the half-faced robot man, who couldn't ease the impact, almost heard the sound of his neck bones moving under this punch.

"Um, fuck..."

Before he finished speaking, Carl's fist came again.

"Say it or not."

"Say your mother..."

Fist.

"Say it or not."

"I said you are sick, you..."

Fist.

"Are you willing to say it now?"

"You..."

Fist.

After a dozen or so punches, the intermittent words continued. In front of the dumbfounded old man being treated by Oliver, the company dispatcher who had just been so arrogant and arrogant, now had a bloody face. A few teeth on the half-faced face were broken and fell out, and the half-mechanical face also had a slight concave mark.

"Really, it hurts my hand."

Carl shook his hand. The half-faced mechanical man in front of him was really hard-mouthed. Carl's hand was red from the reaction force of his face, but he still didn't say anything.

"You...you asked..."

"Didn't I ask you?"

Fist.

"You...you didn't ask."

The half-faced mechanical man didn't want to try to make any resistance anymore. He now strongly suspected that this guy might be a cyber psychopath.

"Can't you answer if I don't ask?"

Fist.

Carl frowned. He didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn that he didn't even understand that 'I didn't ask doesn't mean you can't answer'.

Doesn't this guy know how to act according to other people's moods?

"I...I..."

The half-faced mechanical man has completely determined that this guy is a cyber psychopath. He just wants to leave the bar and run back to the company.

This damn place is too dangerous. Even going out for field work can cause trouble.

"Ding ding ding."

Just when the half-faced mechanical man was about to be hit by Carl's punches and thrown out of the Wild Wolf Bar, Carl's communicator rang.

"KK, I have a commission here. I think you will be interested."

The middleman Faraday finally sent a commission.

With a commission, there is no time to care about the company's personnel. After Carl completely knocked the half-faced mechanical man unconscious with another punch, he asked Jack to help carry it out and throw it away. Then he took the half bag of chips he got back from Oliver and put it in front of the old man.

"Eat something, don't worry. If you encounter this kind of thing again, come to the Wild Wolf Bar to find me. I am willing to deal with as many unreasonable corporate dogs as there are."

Carl smiled: "As long as you can take care of Mrs. Wells' business more often as before."

Looking at Carl's smile, the old man's lips moved, and then looked at his eyes without any falsehood and nodded heavily.

The old man didn't say anything, because for such a person who was willing to help them, the bottom people, he didn't know what to say to thank them so that the other party would really understand his gratitude.

The youth and sunshine are completely different from this rotten Night City, as if they have never fallen into it...

Such sunshine is really desirable...

Carl, Oliver and Jack sat back in their seats again.

"I thought you would throw a few more punches, and you were willing to share fries."

Facing Oliver's curious look, Carl was quite serious: "I have a commission, there is no way. As for fries, my attitude has always been that food can soothe people's tired souls, so I have such high requirements for food. The other party is injured, what's wrong with comforting them with fries."

"After all, these are the most delicious fries in Night City, right?"

Listening to Jack's words, Carl agreed with him, but rolled his eyes at Jack himself: "If you had started earlier, it wouldn't be my turn."

"If you had started later, I might have started beating him. I was just estimating how much force I could use."

Listening to Jack's answer, Carl knew that what he said was true, because when Carl went over, he found that Jack's fists had already clenched.

"Forget it, don't talk about those other things. At most, we'll fight each time we see each other. Faraday has commissioned a commission, so let's all take a look."

Speaking of this, Carl shared the commission information that he hadn't had time to read with Jack and Oliver, and then started to read it.

None of them looked at the other things first, and directly scrolled to the bottom to look at the reward first, and then Oliver exclaimed, a little bit unbelievable.

"Three hundred thousand?!"

"Is it euros!"

Jack was also a little bit unbelievable.

"It's Euros."

After being shocked, Oliver's face became serious: "It looks like a life-threatening job."

If a middleman like Faraday can give a commission of 300,000, he will definitely take no less than 300,000. In other words, this is a commission that is truly worth 600,000 Euros, and this kind of commission...

Basically, it is aimed at taking lives.

Whether it is the life of the middleman, the life of the client, or the life of the mercenary.

The big job that I have been thinking about has indeed come.