Cyberpunk: 2075

"Who are you...."

While Oliver was wondering, Mann stood up: "Dolio, why are you here?"

"Do you know anyone?"

Jack looked at Mann's appearance and came to his senses.

"Dolio, a member of my team."

Mann introduced, and at the same time introduced Carl and the others to Dolio: "Carl, Jack, and Oliver are the friends I told you before and met during the previous mission."

"I've already guessed it, hello."

After Dolio smiled and said hello to Karl and others, he looked serious and looked at Mann: "Mann, there is something I need you to handle."

"What happened? Dolio, I was just about to have some drinks with Karl and the others..."

Mann looked at Dolio's expression, but he knew that if something happened that required him to make a decision, Dolio would not be able to disturb him, but he didn't mind talking about this in front of Karl and the others.

Dolio glanced at Karl and the others, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Karl with a wave of his hand: "Mann, since your team members have something to do with you, you should go back first. There is no rush to get together next time."

Although Mann and Dolio have a very friendly attitude and treat them as friends and don't mind telling them important things about the team in front of them, friends and whether they should listen are two different things. As a friend, Carl is very grateful to Mann for his trust. But as a friend, it is better not to listen to some things.

"Don't be in a hurry next time we get together, I'll treat you to a drink then, Mann."

Jack raised the almost finished wine glass in his hand and gestured to Mann. Oliver nodded and also raised the glass in his hand.

Mann looked at the three of them, nodded, and smiled: "Then you should buy some good wine next time."

"Guaranteed you'll be satisfied."

In Jack's voice, Mann and his team member Dolio left the Afterlife Bar together. Before going out, Mann still held the unfinished bottle of beer and motioned to the three of them.

‘Next time you’ll have to drink more. ’

Probably, that’s what it means.

After Mann left, Carl and the others were no longer interested in staying in the afterlife. The main reason was that Carl, the wine in the afterlife was very delicious, but there were no delicious French fries here. The more Carl drank, the more he couldn't stay.

"How about we go to Mrs. Wells' place to make some french fries first, and then buy some drinks and food on the way. Then we go back to Oliver's apartment."

"Don't tell me that going to my apartment feels like going home, Carl... Speaking of which, why is it my room every time we have a party? Isn't it the same in your room?"

After sitting in the driving seat, Oliver once again acted as the driver and had a little objection.

"My room..."

Karl recalled his room: "Although there is nothing wrong with it, I still think I have to go to your room, Oliver."

"So why."

"I don't have to pay for a private phone and TV in my room...that means if we go to my room for a party and want to watch something, we have to pay an extra penny."

....

Listening to Karl's reason, Oliver actually felt that it was very sufficient, but he thought about it carefully: "No, I remember that the TV deposit was only fifty, and I paid one euro for every hour of watching. Aren't you very rich now?"

"What's different is that the province should be spending money."

Karl is very particular about this. Karl brings most of the food and drinks to every gathering. The money is really much more than what you spend on TV, but the food you eat and drink is equivalent to signing up for a membership to watch. How can things be the same?

Before the year 2075, it would have taken a while for Carl to get a music membership that cost more than ten dollars, but for a barbecue he could order everything without hesitation. This could be considered a result of his previous habits. inherent thoughts.

Sitting in the car, while Oliver drove the vehicle towards the Wild Wolf Bar, looking at the balance of 1.12 million in his account, Carl didn't know how to spend the money.

"You two, are there any particularly expensive prosthetics that you are interested in? Maybe a gun or a car. I wouldn't mind sponsoring it?"

Listening to Karl's words, Oliver in the driver's seat tilted his head slightly: "Aren't you going to make any special modifications for yourself?"

"It shouldn't cost much to go back to Lao Wei to upgrade my access compartment to a better model and re-install a single-molecule line... I haven't decided whether to make further modifications yet. I have to Just leave a few ounces of meat for yourself. If it turns out to be like Adam Hammer, I can't stand it."

"Is this so..."

Oliver thought about what he lacked, and there was no need to be polite to Carl. Getting some good prosthetic bodies could indeed provide the team with combat effectiveness. As long as there was a good weapon or prosthetic body at that time, Oliver would not let Carl carry it alone. There are also exoskeletons and ACPA, but after thinking about it for a while, Oliver couldn't think of any good prosthetics.

He is considered rich now. Buying a new technical sniper rifle for more than 100,000 euros is not a problem at all. He is even rich with the money, and there seems to be no need for Karl to sponsor it.

"Jack, are you short of anything? I seem to have some extra money here."

After thinking about it, Oliver found that he had nothing special to ask for. He asked Jack and gave his own advice: "If you don't have a whole gorilla arm, you will be very stable in shooting in the future."

"I don't want to do that."

Jack smiled and said, "Old Wei and I met in the boxing ring. You all know that Old Wei was a boxer before. He retired because he saw that everyone in the boxing ring had hand prostheses and felt that the times had changed. I always wanted to give Old Wei some thoughts and help him win some games to regain his face. It would be a bit unreasonable to take a gorilla."

"What about the car? I remember you had your eyes on a motorcycle before. I heard you say that the car was quite expensive at the time. How about getting one? In this way, it will be very comfortable to take Misty for a ride in the future."

"Are you talking about Nazaré? I have saved enough money for that little beauty, 140,000 euros. I plan to buy one when I go back this time. The money is enough, and I don't need your support... Besides, I don't know if Misty will like to ride with me on my motorcycle. Maybe buying a sports car is better? "

"As for Misty, as long as you like, she will be willing to ride it."

Carl said, patting the car he was sitting in: "Speaking of which, since I bought the car, we rarely drive Oliver's Sky Quartz when we go out. Now I feel that Sky Hera is almost the same. Otherwise, I will change to a good car, a bulletproof one. I don't want to encounter the same thing as the previous mission again."

"Come on, it's not a million to get a car that can resist rockets. Don't waste money. This car is good and I feel comfortable driving it. Don't change it."

Oliver seems to have a deeper affection for Sky Hera than Carl, the owner. But it is true. Compared with Carl, who has never held the steering wheel and sits or lies in the back like a young master, he, as a driver, should have a deeper affection for the car.

"Then we can only wait and see."

How to spend the money...