Cyberpunk: 2075

Arasakase Nobuo's personality is calmer than expected.

This is Oliver's evaluation of Arasakase Nobuo after spending a morning together.

If he didn't know Arasakase Nobuo's identity, Oliver would never believe that this person who watched TV in the suite, occasionally contacted others with his mobile phone, and chatted with them from time to time was really the most rebellious rich second generation in Arasaka.

Oliver was prepared to be taken out by Arasakase Nobuo to visit various places in Night City as soon as they came. As a result, Arasakase Nobuo unexpectedly stayed at home. It was almost lunch time, and he didn't even take off his bathrobe. It was obvious that he was going to stay in the room for a day.

I heard that he used to be a street gang, but it's hard to tell that he stayed in the room. Could it be that there is a change between young and old?

Oliver was constantly thinking about this employer. Jack and V in the team stayed in the suite next to the rooftop and the openable glass, as guards to prevent possible people from entering. Only Carl sat on the sofa and occasionally chatted with Arasakase Nobu.

"What are you going to eat for lunch?"

Speaking in a very natural tone, Arasakase Nobu has been on the streets for many years. The tone of his voice gave Carl a familiar sense of déjà vu, just like a mercenary asking his mission companion where he was going to eat.

"The hotel suite in Xibi Building should be worth trusting."

Carl thought for a while and said, as a bodyguard, he naturally has to take the safety of his employer as the standard, and the hotel meal in Xibi Building is obviously the most trustworthy food.

"That kind of food is boring to eat."

Arasaka Nobuo shook his head: "It's rare to come to Night City. You are locals here after all. Do you have any delicious food to recommend?"

"If you want to recommend, I remember Oliver helped me make a record of Night City food... Oliver, is that file still there? Send it over."

Hearing Carl's voice, Oliver, who was originally thinking, subconsciously followed his request, and only after completing it did he realize that Arasaka Nobuo wanted to eat local food.

"Very down-to-earth, really different from a corporate dog.

"Ding."

Carl received the food record on his mobile phone and flipped through it. He asked his employer: "Are there any taboos, Mr. Nobuo? Does the food have to be real or something? Is it okay to make it synthetic?"

"I can eat anything, as long as it tastes good. ”

All are edible.

Arasaka Nobuyuki is really acting more and more like a street person. With his face changed and his identity covered, who would know that this is Arasaka Nobuyuki.

But this is not bad. It is much better than being with some serious corporate people who always glare at people.

"How about the old William hot dog stand? Do you like hot dogs, Mr. Nobuyuki? The kind that costs ten euros for a big one. The worm meat content is as high as 80%. People who have eaten it say it is good. Although I haven't eaten it, my friends have given it good reviews. If you want to order, you can also order some pizza. Although it tastes like dry cardboard, the ingredients are very solid. The dough is made of flour ground from Junji wheat, and the locusts sprinkled on it also have a burnt flavor when chewed. "

Worm hot dogs, locust pizza, these things that Carl couldn't get used to at first, now he told them to Arasakase Nobuyuki, who didn't even blink, and even showed a bit of nostalgia:

"Locust pizza, I haven't eaten this for a while, if you think it's good, just order it, I just want to try the taste of Night City."

"You'll be satisfied."

Saying something that sounded like a sales pitch, Carl looked at his phone, rented a delivery drone, and entered the relevant identification code into it, and let it go to the familiar stalls to purchase instead. After doing all this, Carl looked at Arasakase Nobuyuki who finished chatting about lunch and continued to lie on the sofa, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Come to think of it, Mr. Nobuyuki, when you commissioned us before, didn't you say that you might want us to accompany you to various places in Night City to meet people, so that you don't need to go out today..."

"You don't need to go out today. "

Arasaka Nobuo was half-lying on the sofa very naturally, changing the channel of the TV to show news about South America. Then Arasaka Nobuo continued: "Today I will meet someone, and that person will be here soon."

Someone will be here soon? '

Who will be here?

Such questions lingered in the minds of the bodyguards until the drone flew to the 100th floor of the Bi Building a while later.

Ordinary drones are not qualified to fly to the 100th floor. In the short time of climbing or approaching, it will be locked and destroyed by the defense system of the Bi Building, and hackers in the building will also hack into it. However, this delivery drone was rented by Carl, and the drone with the relevant identification code given by Nobuo was entered, so it hovered smoothly outside the bulletproof glass on the 100th floor.

"Let me get it."

Jack, who was close to the bulletproof glass window, used his current authority to open the window. He was about to get their lunch from the approaching cargo drone, and suddenly he noticed something wrong.

Human sense of smell is very sensitive to smells, usually only 1 to 3 seconds to distinguish different smells, and because Jack installed the violent type, all indicators of the body are much better than ordinary people, and it took him only a very short time to distinguish the smell he smelled after opening the window.

This is not the smell of hot pizza and hot dogs.

The smell outside the window poured into the nose as the bulletproof glass window opened. Jack was very familiar with it.

This is the smell of gunpowder.

"Pong!"

Amid the explosion, Jack closed the bulletproof window.

In the firelight, the side of the bulletproof glass facing the window was impacted, and some tiny spider web-like cracks appeared.

"It seems that this is an explosion-proof window."

Jack turned his head and said to everyone in the room, and Carl's mobile phone also received a message at this time.

After the system inspection, the drone that delivered to you was attacked when it was still 20 meters away from you, the guest. According to the drone delivery regulations you signed, the damage this time will be borne by you. Please pay the compensation amount on time within the next half month. ‘

“It seems someone has checked the delivery data of the drones I rent frequently and is keeping an eye on my usage records.”

This was Carl’s comment after reading the text message. Then, he looked at Arasaka Nobuyuki, who was slightly surprised by the explosion outside the window.

“Mr. Nobuyuki, our lunch is gone.”