Cyberpunk: 2075

"Hey, Carl, Oliver, do you think I look formal now? Do I look like a mercenary who can enter the Afterlife Bar?"

In the Little Chinatown of Watson District, when Jack was more than 50 meters away from the Afterlife Bar, he patted his clothes and asked his two friends to evaluate himself now.

"It's just so-so."

Oliver glanced at the Saratoga submachine gun that Jack had put on his waist, revealing a handle, and patted the Shingen smart submachine gun that he also put on his waist: "I feel that you are too deliberate, not as good as me."

"So what are you two doing?"

Carl felt that these two guys had been a little stupid since they knew they were going to the Afterlife Bar. The closer they were, the more stupid they were.

He didn't expect that his calm attitude would lead to Oliver and Jack's surprised questioning: "Carl, do you know where we are going?"

"Of course I know, isn't it just a bar where mercenaries take jobs? I heard that it used to be an underground morgue... Is there any problem?"

"It's a big problem!"

Jack spread his hands and made a big gesture: "Only mercenaries who step into that place can be called real capable guys. Do you understand? Carl, Morgan Blackhand, Weyland Old Snake, these world-famous legends;

In the past, it was just like us, dressed so ordinary, on an ordinary day, we had to step into the Next Life Bar, and then take on a few world-shaking tasks. Act excited, Carl, we are doing what those legends do!"

"I don't think there's anything to be excited about."

A bar that was converted from a morgue is very gloomy. It must be uncomfortable to stay there, but Carl is very interested in the so-called world-shaking tasks.

He really wanted to know what kind of mission could be considered a sensation.

The three chatted and came to this bar they had never been to before. After going down the stairs and passing through a dim passage with a mixture of dark blue and other messy colors, a muscular bodyguard appeared in front of them.

Before Carl came, he had learned a little about the rumors about the Living Bar in Night City.

I remember that in the rumors, which were not sure how many were true or false, the bodyguard's name was Emeric Bronson. He was a watchdog who was responsible for verifying whether the people who came were qualified to enter the bar. It was said that he had some background in the Animal Gang. I didn't know if it was true, but considering that the Animal Gang always took on this kind of job, this possibility was quite high.

When Carl and the other two saw him, he also saw Carl and the other two. As a bodyguard who was watching the scene, he immediately examined the three people. His eyes quickly swept over Oliver and Jack, and then stopped on Carl.

Blinking, and then blinking again, Emeric now looked like he didn't quite believe what he saw, but was still trying to identify it.

This somewhat funny blinking didn't stop until Carl came in front of him.

"Ahem."

He coughed a few times, as if to adjust his inner fluctuations, and crossed his hands in front of him, making a stop gesture.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Is it not possible to go in and take a look?"

Although Carl had an appointment with Blanca, he was a little curious about what would happen if he didn't have an appointment.

"If there is no appointment, then I don't need to notify you in advance at the door."

As he said that, Emeric naturally made way. There was a door behind him, and he only needed to open it to get to the afterlife bar.

This time, it was Carl's turn to blink.

He stared at the road that Emeric had cleared, looked at Emeric again, and finally pointed at the three people on his side: "Don't you need to stop us?"

"I've seen the video, it's all over the city, I don't think a mercenary who dares to fight ACPA head-on is not qualified to enter."

Emeric raised his right hand, clasped four fingers, and pointed his thumb to the side: "The other two are your teammates, just enter together, we welcome the team."

"Really famous."

Carl sighed, and was about to push open the door next to Emeric, but was stopped by Emeric who suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet, why don't you leave a name, so that I can inform you in advance if I have an appointment next time."

"Just call me KK, if you don't like this mercenary name, call me Carl."

"KK, got it."

After Emeric nodded, he stretched out his hand and helped Carl push open the door.

Light, accompanied by a smell of alcohol, poured out from behind the door.

"Welcome to the Afterlife Bar, I wish you a good day."

"Thank you for your good wishes."

Carl walked into the Afterlife Bar, while Oliver and Jack were a little nervous because it was their first time, and they followed Carl step by step like two bodyguards.

What was Carl's first impression after entering the Afterlife Bar?

The answer is...

This ghost place really looks quite underworld, and it feels worse than the Wild Wolf Bar.

There is no underground place with a little external sunlight, and the green light gives it a sense of the underworld.

If you think about it carefully, it is quite a match. The mercenaries who come to take the mission are all guys walking on the edge of life and death. Drinking in the afterlife bar is just like going home.

After entering the afterlife bar, Oliver and Jack were more relaxed. Because Blanca only needed Carl to discuss the mission, the two of them greeted Carl and sat at the bar, looking like they wanted to drink some wine.

Watching their actions, Carl was not in a hurry to see Blanca, but wanted to follow them first.

It was not because he was afraid that they would drink too much. Carl was still very relieved about Oliver and Jack's personalities. They would drink a little at most, but Carl had heard that there was a special wine list in the afterlife bar, and he wanted to see what was on the list.

Then, he watched Jack skillfully say a series of words to the bartender who came over.

"A glass of old-fashioned tequila, with some beer and chili."

This is the special wine list, isn't it spicy?

"Give me the same drink."

Oliver seemed to be ready to drink the drink that Jack wanted to drink, and the bartender understood what they said.

"Two glasses of Johnny Silverhand, right? Come right up."

Johnny Silverhand...

Carl knew this name, he seemed to be a rock musician and a terrorist?

Why did his name become the drink of the bar in the next life?

I don't really understand.