Cyberpunk: 2075

"The operation is over. Okay, get up. The anesthesia will continue for a while, but don't move too much."

After hearing what Victor said, Karl touched his spine and slowly sat down from the operating table.

"How do you feel now?"

Oliver, who had been watching for several hours but keeping his mouth shut for fear of disturbing the operation, finally no longer had to hold it in. He immediately came over and curiously asked about the effect: "It took me a long time to adapt to it. Just got used to it.”

"I can only say that it is more acceptable than expected."

Karl said this, and he found that he could try to connect to the local network servers of various companies with just a thought.

"I helped you remove the background programs left behind by the company's sales. This access warehouse also gives you some basic access functions, related to the improvement of computing power or for you to use it to do technology-related things. Don’t be too indulgent when adding other things, as this may be hacked back into your body.”

Victor reminded him, moving his hands that were a little numb due to the surgery. He performed the surgery with an external machine, and the whole process was done with his physical arms. He was a little tired after such a long time.

"You can try to create a private account on it now, and then all your money can be placed on it. Unless someone else can get rid of you, or use hackers to hack into your operating system and crack your account, otherwise No one else can take the money in your private account.”

Victor glanced at the bloody money: "If you want to add other things in the future, you'd better pay online. It's not easy to launder the money."

After hearing Victor say that money is difficult to launder, an image of a gangster saying that money is difficult to launder flashed in Carl's mind.

Victor's appearance is so deceptive. From the appearance alone, who would have thought that such a middle-aged man with a mature and handsome face and a story that could be told at a glance would be a skilled craftsman. What about the physical doctor?

"I will remember it, but if you solve other people's problems, can you take the money from their personal accounts?"

"The money in the dead person's private operating system can be hacked."

Oliver said next to him: "If you had this access warehouse before, then we might be able to buy it in full, no problem."

"Then you have to be careful next time."

He walked to the bag where he kept his gun before surgery, opened the bag, took out Oliver's gun and threw it back.

Oliver happily caught his pistol.

"Oh, my dear Xinxing, you are back. Are you ready to find some work, KK?"

[Dala Polytechnic DR-5 Nova]: A traditional revolver, easy to damage and easy to repair, everyone needs it.

"If you have no money, you have to go to work."

After stuffing the extra two hundred euros handed over by Victor into his pocket, Karl picked up the bag: "I have to find a gun shop to sell these things cheaply, and then buy some bullets."

"Are you planning to find work now?"

Victor, who had finished his work and sat back in front of the computer to continue playing the boxing match, heard what the two said, tapped his feet on the ground, and turned his chair around.

"The prosthetics on your body have no protective capabilities. If you want to go, remember to buy a body armor at a weapons store and put it on. It won't block weapons, but sometimes you can be lucky enough to save your life."

"Body armor, thank you, I will remember it."

Carl remembered that the sale of body armor was prohibited in the United States before he traveled. Cyberpunk was indeed different. He nodded and thanked Victor for the reminder.

"You're welcome. I think there are only one more polite young man like you in Night City."

Victor turned back, and the sounds of a boxing match began.

Carl and Oliver left the prosthetic clinic. Before leaving, Carl took the iron folding door of the clinic with him.

Victor is indeed a good man. There are very few people these days who don't value money and are willing to offer discounts. Not to mention that this person is also a prosthetic doctor. If you want to get a new prosthetic body or repair it in the future, you can come here again. .

In Night City, no store is easier to find than a gun store. In Night City, where everyone has a gun, there are even more gun stores than convenience stores. Carl and Oliver took a few steps out of Victor's clinic. I found a gun shop on the side of the road.

The full bag of guns didn’t sell for much, and the whole bag only sold for 2,500 euros. This was obviously a low price, but it was something I picked up on the way anyway, and the shop owner was willing to give away a few boxes of bullets and gun holsters. Carl He didn't mind selling it. After experiencing the data transaction and realizing that he had an extra 2,500 euros in his personal account, Karl could only say that his first experience was magical.

"drop."

Oliver, who was waiting for Karl to finish the transaction, suddenly found that one thousand two hundred and fifty euros had been transferred to his account. This number made him immediately understand and looked at Karl.

"We'll help you share half of it when we meet."

Putting his Lexington into the holster provided by the gun shop owner, Carl blocked Oliver with words before he refused and wanted to turn back: "Since we plan to cooperate, it is natural to split it 50-50. If you can tell it so clearly, you’ll have to do a lot of work.”

What Carl means is that the two of them are just mercenaries anyway, so there is no need to subdivide them further. In the future, they can just subdivide them by contribution when doing big work.

"No, I just want to say that this seems to be the first money I have earned..."

Oliver didn't care about these things. He just sighed a little: "I used to spend my father and sister's money. I was kicked out of the gang within a week. This feeling of making money by myself is the first time."

"Then it seems that you must have lived a good life before."

Oliver, who was born on the streets, had never made money by stealing. His father and sister were people who protected him very well.

After throwing some bullets to Oliver, Carl looked at the gloomy sky outside the door: "So, how should we find work now?"

"Find a middleman?"

[Middleman]: An intermediary between edgewalkers and customers. Although they will extract a part of the customer's remuneration, they can also help mercenaries solve most of the procedural troubles. In today's era, they are indispensable partners for mercenaries who want to do big things.

Information about the middleman flashed through his mind. Carl agreed with Oliver's suggestion to find a middleman. If a mercenary who didn't understand the relationship and the situation took the task by himself, he might be cheated if he didn't get paid. It was definitely a smart move to find a middleman, but before that, there was a small problem.

"Do you know any middleman?"

"I didn't plan to be a mercenary before, and I didn't have much fame, so of course I didn't know any one."

"Is that so."

Carl and Oliver looked at each other.

How to take the task? Find a middleman. But if you don't know a middleman, the middleman will naturally come to you if you make a name for yourself. But how can you make a name for yourself without taking the task? Then find a middleman to take the task.

Okay, it's a dead end.

On the first day of the formation of the mercenary team of Carl and Oliver, they were troubled by not being able to take the task.