Cyberpunk: 2075

Chapter 485 98.2077

"The mayoral election will begin soon. Who will the new mayor be? Is he another puppet supported by Arasaka? Please pay attention to News 54 for the latest news."

"The security of Night City is gradually improving. What is the secret? An exclusive interview with NCPD will explain the changes in the city in ten minutes."

"In 2077, the new election of the New United States is coming to an end. Rosalind Miles may be re-elected as president. Does it represent the ambition of the New United States to further invade the free and democratic Night City? WNS recently invited political analysts to analyze it for the citizens of Night City."

In the afterlife, Carl listened to the various news broadcast on TV and drank a sip of ice-cold sweet tea, but there was no sense of substance.

Seeing that it was already 2077, the news was still the same. News 54 supported by military technology and WNS supported by Arasaka attacked each other, and there was no nutritious information.

Christmas is on December 25th every year. Basically, after Christmas, the new year is approaching. After Christmas, Carl's team also had a good rest for a while. Today, Carl thought about taking a job. As a result, when he arrived in the next life, he found that everything seemed to be the same as before the rest, with no changes.

"Would you like something else?"

Seeing Carl drinking a cup of sweet tea alone, Claire, the bartender of Laisheng, came over: "Laisheng's snacks can be updated recently, and there are many new things."

"Then it seems that there are some changes. What are they?"

"Fried onion rings, fried chicken nuggets, etc."

"I remember that chicken is illegal."

Carl complained: "Is Rogge starting to ignore the laws of Night City now?"

"It's still synthetic chicken in name."

Claire blinked at Carl:

"Isn't this the goods delivered by Jade from the logistics center you introduced a few days ago? The price is fair. Rogge thought about it and felt that there would always be self-righteous young mercenaries who wanted to try to pretend, so he ordered some to test the waters. You know what, the efficiency is really good. Rogge added to the purchase after seeing the sales."

"Does Rogge still care about this little money? No wonder she is said to be the top middleman in the city. She makes money from the young mercenaries. She just wants to bet on the fact that they think it is illegal to eat real chicken. It's very cool, right? "

Carl shook his head: "But it's a bargain for me. Give me one portion. I'll give some money to Roger."

"One portion of fried chicken nuggets, noted."

Claire nodded and was about to leave when Carl remembered something and asked casually: "Speaking of which, how is the racing going? I heard from Oliver and Jack a few days ago that there seemed to be an accident. Is everything okay?"

"No big problem, it's just that my husband had a problem with driving the car. Jack and Oliver saved his life. Anyway, I shouldn't touch this kind of thing again, and it's time to retire. Anyway, the top racing champions in the city are also brought into the industry by us, so there's nothing to regret."

'Are you talking about Jack and Oliver winning the championship? ’

Thinking about how they drove back in a dirty Hera, Carl actually found it hard to imagine how a street racer could make their modified Hera look like that.

Oliver was driving, and Jack was assisting, but Hera was almost damaged in the battle. The intensity of street racing was really high. Claire’s retirement was a good thing.

Carl was almost used to Claire being the bartender in his next life. If something unexpected happened and someone else was ordered, he would not know what he liked.

Just as he was thinking about it, Carl felt someone approaching next to him. He turned his head and found that it was Mann.

"Hey, Mann."

Carl nodded slightly at Mann: "Are you here to take on the job too?"

"Yeah, I drank too much at your house a while ago, and it seems that the alcohol has corroded my nerves. I went back to adjust for a few days, and then dealt with some small matters. I was thinking of coming to the next life to sit down, and I met you. Have you rested enough to take on the job?"

"Almost. I told you that you drank too much a few days ago, but you didn't believe me and insisted on drinking."

Carl thought about the sundries that took two days to clean up, and then thought about the wine bottles that occupied almost one-third of them. In fact, to some extent, he still admired the alcohol tolerance of these people.

Only the wine was good. If it was the wine that the gang drank, Mann would not have suffered nerve damage that day, but would have needed emergency treatment.

"You should control your drinking in the future."

"I understand. As a mercenary, it is necessary to keep a clear mind. But that was the happiest day since I came to Night City. I had to drink well."

Mann was telling the truth. In Night City, where gunfights could break out at any time and you couldn't relax for a moment, he could have a night of reckless fun with friends and drink without worrying about danger. This was the only time he had this experience. He completely let go of any worries and had a happy experience. It was really fascinating. He drank a little more without paying attention.

However, Mann was still proud of his alcohol tolerance: "But I didn't win the drinking contest that day. Although I didn't have any consciousness, I seemed to be the only one who was still standing afterwards."

"Yes, you were the only one who was still standing in that lap."

Carl didn't say a word, such as the final winner was T-BUG or something like that.

It's really weird. When the last time the ball was named, T-BUG drank more than Oliver and Jack. Carl thought that T-BUG drank less and it was just a coincidence. But now he found that T-BUG has a physique that has no reaction to alcohol. It makes people wonder if she has replaced her kidney to help detoxification.

Mann, who didn't know what Carl was thinking, smiled when he heard Carl say that the person standing in the last circle was him: "I said Jack and the others couldn't beat me. I have to laugh at them next time we meet."

Mann realized something halfway through his speech and looked around: "Speaking of which, why are you the only one here today? Where are the others?"

"I went to work for NCPD as a temporary staff member. It's only the beginning of the year. A lot of people probably think that the new year brings new changes, so they all ran out to try the water. So they all ran out to make a little money. Are you interested? If you are interested, I can recommend you. Occasionally, you can catch some people and get money."

"Okay, send it to me. It's not bad to make money just by passing by."

"Carl."

Just as Mann and Carl were chatting, a voice sounded around them along with footsteps.

"I have a job I want you to do."

"I, not us?"

Hearing the voice, Carl already knew who the person was, and turned his head in surprise:

"Is it stipulated that only one person can do this job? Then you have to talk about it well, Roger."

The person who came was Roger, the owner of the Next Life Bar and the top middleman in the city.