Cyberpunk: 2075

Chapter 565 178. Solomon Reed

It was a long-awaited solo mission, and it was a meeting with people from the CIA. Even for a veteran like Carl, it was something that required careful preparation.

This is not to say that a mercenary of his caliber can be taken lightly.

On the contrary, the more prestigious the mercenary, the more cautious he needs to be.

Unlike when he was unknown, after he became famous, countless eyes would watch his every move.

People will pay attention to the skills he displays and look for his flaws. When performing tasks in this situation, one must always remain vigilant and not relax at all.

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After all, this is not a multiplayer mission where you don’t have trustworthy teammates to help you watch over you. If something unexpected happens when you are working alone, there will be no one to lend a hand.

Not to mention, this mission involves contact with personnel from the New America's secret service agencies. New America, agents, these two words are not something that can be treated with confidence.

Carl was fully prepared. He carried a transmitter that could send his location and call NCPD or team members at any time, as well as a chip that could directly contact Adecado and the top leaders of the Six Street Gang.

Not only that, he also hid three guns and two knives to ensure that he could respond quickly to emergencies under any circumstances. Before leaving, he went to Lao Wei to maintain his prosthesis to ensure that all his equipment was in the best condition.

He had made sufficient preparations, the only thing he had not expected was that the new CIA agent who was responsible for liaison with him was late.

"Did I remember the wrong location?"

The new American Joint Intelligence Agency agent was late, and this ridiculous thing made Carl wonder if he had remembered the wrong place or the wrong time.

After all, in the information Blanca gave, this person named Reed, who did not have enough authority or even could not know, was the real ace agent of the CIA. In the evaluation, he could even be compared with Morgan Blackhand when he was young. It is obvious that such a person is the elite among the elites, the agent among agents, and it is unlikely that he would be late.

Carl admitted that most of his impressions of ace and elite agents came from Mewtwo and previous movies. In those images, the impression of agents who calculated the time accurately and used various calculations to accurately solve the enemy was so deep that Carl almost formed a fixed impression.

Karl took out his cell phone, looked at the scheduled address and time, and then looked around.

You are not mistaken.

Andrew Jackson Basketball Court.

This basketball court is named after Andrew Jackson, the seventh president of the old United States and the founder of the Democratic Party. It is the only place in the entire Dog Town with this name. There is no way Carl could have made a mistake.

Time is.

Ten thirty.

The agreed time is ten twenty.

It's impossible that the phone was wrong. Carl has a spare phone in case it explodes and he can't continue to contact with the phone. The one he took out now to check the time is the spare phone. The time displayed on both phones is accurate to the second. Except for the tiny possibility that someone hacked into Carl's phone and was bored just to change the time, Carl felt that he was more willing to believe that the agent was late.

“That’s outrageous.”

Sitting in the deserted stands of the basketball court, Carl couldn't help yawning as he watched the chaotic gunfight less than 300 meters away from the basketball court.

It has to be Dog Town. The people there are indeed better than in the city in terms of their simple customs. It has only been a short time since we arrived, and this is already the fourth gunfight.

The frequency of occurrence in Night City is actually similar to this, but unlike Dogville, every gunfight involves a large group of people.

"Military Technology MK31 heavy machine gun."

Carl watched as a sturdy man with a gorilla arm picked up the gun with one hand and pointed it at the enemy in a vehicle in the distance. In his heart, he had already sentenced the people in the vehicle to death.

This heavy machine gun, originally designed for armored vehicles, can usually only fire one round of fire in actual combat due to the difficulty in changing ammunition, but its overwhelming power is enough to completely destroy all enemies in its way before the magazine is empty.

And the target targeted by the heavy machine gun was still trapped in the car - he was dead.

Karl thought so, but the development of things was beyond his expectations.

As the bullet shells flew into the sky and reflected the sun's rays, Carl saw a dark shadow flipping down from the targeted vehicle, and the moment it landed, it began to sprint forward. In the blink of an eye, Carl saw the dark shadow had passed through the hail of bullets and came in front of the burly man with gorilla arms and a heavy machine gun.

Carl saw the black figure move his hand slightly, and then took out a gun from his arms at a speed that seemed very fast to Carl.

Without seeing the flash of fire from the muzzle, Carl only saw that there was suddenly a hole in the throat of the burly man holding the heavy machine gun.

The wound caused by the bullet penetration.

"Is this a gun with a special silencer? It seems to be well modified."

After the strong man fell, there were still three people who had attacked the vehicle. They were obviously a little hesitant about the black shadow that had rushed to the strong man. Perhaps they mistakenly thought that the strong man was still alive, and hesitated for a moment with their guns. And it was this moment of hesitation that cost them their lives.

The dark shadow used the sturdy man's slowly leaning forward body as a temporary cover, leaned sideways and used his shoulder to support the heavy body, then stuck half of his head and a hand out from under the sturdy man.

Three more almost inaudible gunshots were heard, and the three attackers, who had hesitated slightly because of their companions, each had a bloody hole on their heads.

"It was a clean and neat solution, not a single unnecessary shot. His marksmanship is excellent."

Carl nodded slightly. At this moment, he had already seen clearly who the black shadow was.

But Carl didn't expect that the person he was going to meet was actually him.

After dealing with the other three people, Carl saw the man break away from the strong man's body, let him fall to the ground, and then walked towards him quickly. When he approached, Carl said:

"You are late, Solomon Reed."

"I was picked on by some thugs on the road. I didn't want to cause any trouble, but they might have taken a lot of drugs."

"But I guess I'm not that late," said a black bartender downtown whom Carl had met a few times.

"Eleven minutes. I can accept this time."

Carl looked at Li De and said, "Although I think you know who I am, let me introduce myself. I'm Carl, or you should be more familiar with my other name."

"KK."

Li De said.

How could he not know about this mercenary who had once discovered him and was already very famous?