Cyberpunk: 2075

"Alex, why don't you have a drink and something to eat together before we go? Does the New America have such tight arrangements for you people?"

After finishing this not-too-troublesome job, Carl watched Kurt Hansen leave. At the same time, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a certain New America personnel was leaving. He seemed not to be ready to join their group of temporary partners. Say hello.

"We will never meet again."

After saying these words, Alex turned his head and took a deep look at Karl. At the same time, he looked up at the aerial vehicle of the Terrorist Mobile Team hovering in the sky: "The country will remember you." times of helping behavior.”

"Will the country remember our act of help this time?'

Looking at Alex disappearing into the shadows between buildings, Karl repeated these words and laughed: "I think Rosalind Miles will remember this behavior."

“Karl, I think Alex’s bar won’t welcome us anymore, or maybe we’ll wait until we go there again.

There’s no telling whether she’s still there or not, so let’s go out of Dog Town and have a good meal in the next life? "

After receiving the news that his team members had evacuated because the Nether Dogs had taken over, Mann came over and extended an invitation to Karl: "I originally wanted to entertain you, but was interrupted by work, so I just continued to drink. "

"There's nothing wrong with this, it's just...'

Karl's eyes squinted slightly, looking at the place where he and Kurt Hansen were just now: "Does this one want to come together?,

Does this one want to come together?

Listening to what Karl was obviously saying to someone, Mann subconsciously looked towards where Karl was facing, but all he saw was an empty first floor, with no sign of anyone's presence at all. This made Mann He was stunned.

Karl is talking to the air?

Mann, who knew intellectually that Carl was unlikely to be suffering from a cyberpsychotic episode, only took a second to come to his senses after being stunned.

In that place where he saw no one was there, there was a person hiding.

Choosing to trust Karl's judgment for the first time, Mann's arm was already raised, and the projectile launch system was ready and ready to be launched at any time.

"enemy?"

Mann's hand was aimed at the open space. Although Mann did not know where the people were in that place, with the small missiles loaded in his arms, it would not be difficult to blast that place directly into the sky. As long as If Carl says that the person hiding there is an enemy, Mann will launch small missiles without hesitation.

"no."

Karl stared at the open space and shook his head: "We are still half acquaintances... This feeling is very familiar. I didn't expect that people from the country really like the profession of bartenders." ”

Karl said something that Mann couldn't understand and turned around: "No need Mann, he has left. He should be the security personnel sent by the country to prevent us from failing. It should be said that he is underestimated." Well, it should be said that Rosalind Miles’ character is too cautious.”

"Are you an agent of New America?"

Mann understood it as soon as he heard it, which made him frown: "You have entrusted us on the surface, but have you sent someone here secretly?"

"It could also be that the person who came over to secretly assist us was ordered to assist us.

But that guy is pretty good at it. "

The reason why Carl stayed with Kurt Hansen just now was to be lazy and to prevent the military technology people from raiding. On the other hand, he was curious about who the person who had been hiding in the dark was watching them. , and judging from the current situation, that guy is from New America.

"Sure enough, dark skin has an advantage in lurking."

Karl shook his head: "Fortunately, he is not an enemy, otherwise it would be more troublesome to deal with it than today's military technology guys combined."

"Are you talking about the new American agent?"

"almost."

Listening to Karl's words, Mann thought of someone for some reason.

A dark-skinned, capable new American agent?

There happened to be one person like this in Mann's mind.

Could it be...

Before leaving the new United States, Mann received an invitation from a comrade like this to join the spy team he wanted to form in Night City, California. However, Mann, who wanted to form a team and become a legend at that time, refused:

If it were him, he would be on par with Carl Nian, but according to what he later heard from his New American comrades, didn't he die six years ago because of betrayal? ’

Probably, it's just a coincidence.

Mann thought this, but couldn't help but glance at the place where he didn't see anyone at all, as if he was looking for the figure that Karl noticed.

"Solomon, are you still serving your country?"

‘Mann. ’

Walking in the darkness, the new American agent with black skin perfectly hiding in the shadows, chanted this name.

As a latent agent in Night City, after receiving the top instructions, he rushed to Dog Town in a short time and witnessed the entire battle with his own eyes.

Since there was no need for him to take action during the whole process, he had been hiding in the darkness, silently guarding Kurt Hansen, who must not let anything happen. He was not able to leave until Kurt Hansen's safety was ensured just now.

While lurking, he noticed his former comrades, but he did not show up to meet them.

As an agent who is dead on his resume, he is burdened with the mission of lurking. If not necessary, his lurking will continue forever. It is fun to meet his former comrades, but compared with the mission of the country, Then some patience is completely acceptable.

but.:

This new American agent did not expect that his lurking would be discovered by others.

'KK.'

Thinking about this, which had left a deep impression on me when they first met in the past, this time I also discovered the mercenary lurking in me. The agent in regular uniform walked out of the darkness and walked into the crowd.

The crowds of people kept intersecting, and the agents entered the crowd and disappeared in an instant.

On the other side, the two mercenary teams gathered together laughed at each other and headed into the distance together with the flow of people who left in commotion due to the battle.

When it merges into the flow of people, it disappears, just like time dripping into the long river of time and passing quietly.

"Good morning, Night City, I am your best friend Stan - Listening to the all-too-familiar voice, Karl opened his eyes.

Look at the time.

November 3, 2076.

"Good morning, Night City."