Cyberpunk: 2075

"I've brought him here."

"Sorry to bother you, Jack, and let you go to Santo Domingo alone."

"It's okay, Oliver. You told me about your past. If the Six Street Gang doesn't want you to go back, then they won't let you go back. They'll beg us to go there someday."

Jack brought David Martinez, who was walking beside him and was as well-behaved as a little chicken, to Oliver and Carl.

David Martinez was nervously observing the surroundings, and then he found that the place he was taken to was actually a restaurant, a luxurious restaurant where he never dared to go in, but only dared to look at it from the outside, and the price of each dish would not be less than 100 euros.

"Just sit down, it's our first time here, don't be too nervous, today we are taking the opportunity to entertain you and enjoy a luxurious restaurant once, don't worry, just order, I'll pay."

Carl smiled and asked David Martinez to sit down. They were next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the luxurious restaurant, and after David sat down near the window, Jack sat next to him, and together with the window, blocked all the positions where he could move to escape.

"Don't look so bitter. Come and have a drink."

Noticing David's nervous expression, Oliver smiled and handed him the drink from the luxurious restaurant, just like the big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood.

"Apple juice, real apple, try it."

David Martinez, who was persuaded by Oliver, looked at Jack on the left and out the window on the right. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he reached out to hold the apple juice, and then put it to his mouth. He didn't even think about smelling the fruit aroma, and drank half of it in a gulp as if he accepted his fate.

"Drink it."

In the strange praise of Carl, David, who only drank an apple juice, swallowed the apple juice with determination, and then realized that he felt the sweet and slightly sour real fruit taste in his mouth and at the root of his tongue.

'It's really the real thing! ’

David’s eyes seemed to light up, and then, perhaps because he had given up, he picked up the remaining half of the apple juice and gulped it down. This time, because he drank too quickly, the apple juice entered his trachea, causing him to choke twice.

“Look at you, you’re in a hurry again.”

Jack patted David’s back twice, making David cough more comfortably. After David’s breathing calmed down, he looked at the two people in front of him who were smiling like smiling tigers, and then looked at Jack next to him.

After drinking the real apple juice, he had no regrets.

“Tell me, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?”

David was ready to be used ruthlessly.

Oliver was a little surprised to see David like this, so he looked at Jack: "Jack, didn't you tell him the story?"

"I did, but he didn't believe it."

"How could he believe it? He suddenly followed me and brought me to a luxury restaurant, and then told me that he wanted to sell Black Mewtwo with me. No one would believe it!"

David was a little crazy. Even if he was beheaded, it wouldn't be so hard to bear. What did he want him to do? He was prepared. Whether he was going to use him to carry out a terrorist attack in Arasaka Academy or to make him a scapegoat, he could say it. As long as it didn't involve his mother, he was aware of it.

"Don't be too loud."

Noticing the sight of other customers in the store, Carl clicked the sound blocking button on the table, and the transparent glass cover rose to isolate their seats.

"Fine restaurants are good."

After muttering this, Carl checked and confirmed that there was no recording equipment in the shielded space. He then pulled down the curtains on the French window and asked Oliver, who was sitting next to him, to cover his right side. Then the prosthesis on his face began to change his appearance.

After a slight nerve pain, Carl changed into a face that David recognized.

"You!"

David Martinez opened his mouth wide, looking at this person who had only met him once in disbelief. He was very familiar with this face. During school hours today, he heard that a professional black super dream salesperson had come to the academy to steal his business, so he also went to see the information posted by the experience student on the academy's official website. The face in the information was exactly the same as the face that appeared in front of him now.

"Do you believe it now?"

Carl quickly changed back to his original appearance, and then frowned.

Every time he changed, he felt a nerve pain, which was a bit annoying. This mission was over. He had to take off the prosthesis quickly no matter what. If it was connected to his nerve endings in the future, it would be fatal.

"It feels a little incredible, like a dream..."

David, who had never seen a prosthetic that could change his appearance, said this blankly.

"Then you will see it now."

Carl said this, and thought of a way to make their conversation go on happily and easily, without letting the boy in front of him think too much.

"In order to show cooperation, you can use this money as funds to buy Mewtwo. Don't worry, as long as you don't want to embezzle it, the money will be yours in the end."

The data stream was transmitted in Carl's mind, and through Carl's sight, the target was found.

'It's only because of my own cheat that I'm good, otherwise, I might have to wear equipment glasses or change to a pair of prosthetic eyes to lock on to the personal terminal. '

"Start-up capital, don't think about embezzling this money, it's all mine, what do you mean..."

'Ding. '

In the subtle sound in his head, David, who was a little dazed, suddenly saw that his poor account with only 17.5 euros suddenly transferred a sum that he had never seen or even thought of.

"One...10,000 euros!?!"

David Martinez was completely shocked this time.

For the first time in his 17 years of life, he felt the feeling of being knocked out by money.

This feeling was so beautiful and dreamy that David was a little dazed for the next half an hour, as if he was dreaming, a dream that he tried hard to keep in a trance, afraid of waking up.

Can you help me with something?

Yes, absolutely.

Can you help me sell Black Super Dreams together?

I'm absolutely happy to help.

Can I have a good meal?

Can...

When answering Oliver's words, David finally reacted. He was now using a knife and fork to cut the air into his mouth, and the food had been unconsciously squeezed to the edge of the plate.

After regaining his consciousness and adjusting his eating posture, David, who had woken up, no longer had time to care about the taste of the delicious food on the plate that he had never tasted before. He now had only one thought in his mind.

Mom, she doesn't have to worry about rent or paying for the washing machine. She...

can't work so hard.

For the money that can make his mother's life easier, David is willing to step into the dangerous hell.

Regarding David's expression, which showed that his thoughts had not changed much, Carl just sighed.

"In fact, it's just selling movies. You don't have to think about committing suicide so much."