Cyberpunk: 2075

"Um... Anyway, thank you for the tribal affairs. I heard them say that you helped set up a new transportation route. I don't know how to thank you."

Sitting in the afterlife, listening to Panan's somewhat embarrassed expression of thanks, Karl smiled without paying much attention: "Everyone can make money from this, there is nothing to say thank you to. If you really want to say thank you, just go and say thank you." V, it was V who took the initiative to mention Adecado.”

V...

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Listening to Karl's words, Panan, who invited Karl and the others to come to Shengsheng today because he received news from the tribe, and used his only savings to treat them, turned to look at V.

At this time, V was just drinking sip after sip.

After Panan thought for a while, he sat next to V and touched V with his elbow: "What do you think?"

"What do I think?"

"That's just to say..."

Seeing the two people's voices lowering unconsciously as they chatted, Carl turned to look at Oliver, Jack and T-BUG who were sitting next to him. He received a nod from them all, smiled, and moved a little. Move your seat, leaving space for two people.

Good.

His five fingers were like claws to grab the cup in front of him. After Karl moved his cup, he found that today's afterlife bartender Claire was a little different.

Obviously she still looks the same, has the same face, and her movements are as nimble as before, but today Claire gives people a rather excited feeling, as if she is very excited and eager to do something.

This made Karl a little curious. In his opinion, Claire in the Afterlife Bar is actually a very calm person who can control her temper very well. Sitting at the bar in the Afterlife, he didn’t see anything too exciting about her. The performance, such as today's performance, gave people a sense of excitement. At least Karl had never seen it before.

"Did something good happen? Claire."

The two of them were considered acquaintances, so Karl asked out of curiosity when Claire passed him: "Did Roger give you a salary increase?"

"Am I showing off too obviously? I've obviously told myself not to show off when I'm at work."

Regarding Karl's chat to her, Claire didn't expect that Karl could see that she was very excited now, but after being stunned for a moment, she smiled and answered: "How could it be that Roger gave me a salary increase? Money, I’m definitely more excited than I am now.”

With that said, Claire explained to Carl the reason why she couldn't calm down today: "I'm going to participate in the test run of the street race tonight. I haven't driven my car at full power for a while, so my car's engine roared and roared on the street. , so I’m a little excited.”

"A test run for a street race?"

Karl took it literally: "Claire, you have participated in underground street racing, you can't tell."

"I've participated in it a few times. It's very exciting. Once you get used to it, you can't stop falling in love with that feeling. You can understand it, the roar of the engine, and the feeling of flying through bullets."

"The engine roared, flying among the bullets...Why doesn't it sound like a car race, but more like a street chase?"

Karl felt strange, but when it came to cars, especially cars, a certain Santo Domingo man was always particularly keen. Oliver had already come over:

"Claire, please tell me more about the street race. It seems quite interesting. What's the driving method?"

"Oliver, what, you don't want to drive, do you?"

"Of course, if there really is any street racing, I have to let them see my driving skills, right? Ask around, who is the best driver?"

Listening to Oliver's words, Claire didn't mind too much about the possibility of multiple opponents, so she gave Oliver a brief introduction to the so-called street racing.

Simply put, Street Racing is a racing mode that mimics street shootout chases.

In this wild event, participants not only have to rely on excellent driving skills to get rid of their opponents and stay ahead, but they can also use various attack methods, including shooting, to deal with competitors. As long as they can ensure that their vehicles are first Crossed the finish line,

Any means is considered reasonable:

This kind of competition not only tests the driver's driving skills, but also includes factors such as marksmanship and the bulletproof ability of the vehicle. It is completely different from ordinary racing competitions and can be regarded as a special racing car in Night City.

"Is this what it turns out to be?"

Listening to Claire's introduction, Oliver remembered: "I've heard about it before. When I was a kid, I planned to go watch, but my sister pulled me back because it was too dangerous. Is it time for the competition again? "

"How about it, do you want to participate Oliver?"

Claire smiled and said: "There is a test run tonight. If we compete, my "Behemoth" will not lose. But if you run well and rank well, you might be able to participate in this year's street car competition later." Do you want to try out the annual competition?”

Obviously, Claire was very interested in the hobbies she did after get off work. When she saw that Oliver was interested, she naturally made a recommendation:

"But if you plan to participate in the trial run, a vehicle that is strong enough is a must. In addition to the driver, you also need a gunner. He sits in the co-pilot position where the navigator originally sat, holding a weapon. Only if there are enough gunners who unleash fire on other vehicles will their participation in the race be recognized.”

"Participate in the car race, two people..."

The more he listened, the more excited he became. Oliver, who had a hard time rejecting cars, was completely moved by Claire's recommendation. He was interested in something when he was a child, and he could finally try it when he grew up. He really couldn't resist it, but it took two people to participate, and this matter had to be...

"I'm not interested."

Carl refused immediately.

Damn Santo Domingo driver, Oliver was suffering when he was driving and sitting in the car, not to mention that he had to sit in the co-pilot seat as the so-called gunner, venting firepower on other vehicles while feeling uncomfortable. Carl really had no interest in suffering.

"Then I'll be your gunner, Oliver."

Compared to Carl, whose first reaction was to resist, Jack was very interested. He was also interested in racing. When Oliver cast his eyes over, he directly recommended himself.

"Okay, let's try it tonight."

Watching the two people who formed a team in a short time and began to ask Claire about relevant matters and communicate, Carl looked at V who was still chatting with Panam and said to T-BUG: "It seems that they will not be back until late tonight."

"I also plan to update the equipment tonight, and I may be back very late."

Hearing T-BUG's words, Carl was stunned for a moment.

'Am I the only one who has nothing to do tonight? '

While he was thinking this, he received a new message.

This is...

a message from Blanca.