Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Tonight's trip is to complete the last part of the deal with Kontao - to hand over the prosthetic body of James Norris.

In the car, Chessen asked curiously: "Brother, why is there a bag on your head? Are you injured?"

Lille calmly said: "It's okay, I hit it myself - tell me about the situation in Kangtao."

"I don't know who is responsible for the contact over there, but the level is not low. You know, Eastern companies don't like to show up in this kind of thing."

"Not low? How high do you estimate it is?"

"It is said that Arasaka is equivalent to the deputy director of the operations department stationed in Night City. In short, he is quite powerful."

After speaking, Chesson took out another pack of cigarettes from his bag, but none of the three of them smoked this stuff.

"It's better not to smoke. It's healthy." Chessen put away the things and continued, "It's like this. Although Kang Tao doesn't want to get involved in these things, the trend has suddenly changed recently.

They expressed some opinions and wanted to support a middleman in Night City - but to be strong, they must have powerful brothers like you. "

This was said comfortably, and Jack and V looked satisfied.

Lear just glanced at the two idiots and said, "Do you want to be the middleman?"

"Well, it would be nice to be able to hug this thigh, but doesn't it still depend on your opinion?"

"No." Lear shook his head.

Chessen's expression was stiff, but he quickly adjusted: "Okay."

Lear added: "You gave too little information. Are you saying that you want to give up the arms business and become a middleman? Do you think I am a fool?"

Chessen smiled awkwardly, and immediately said frankly: "Uh, okay, it's my question. Actually, you're not asking this for me, I'm just trying to find out your tone.

It was a brother of mine who worked as a middleman in Santo Domingo. He retired from the company just like me. This guy was very stubborn after he retired and wanted to do it himself.

But you know, the most powerful person in Santo Domingo is Faraday, a guy who is very close to the company and eats people without spitting out their bones.

My brother lacks this kind of support, so I help him build some connections. "

"I've been talking for a long time, what's your brother's name?"

"Muael Reyes (Note 1), he originally wanted to talk to you personally in the next life, but haven't you been hiding from the limelight these days?"

Hearing the name, Lear touched his chin.

It turns out to be this good brother - isn't this my son and adopted son?

"Brother, do you still run a business of buying and selling second-hand cars?"

What Leal refers to as "buying and selling second-hand cars" is actually hiring mercenaries to steal cars, steal them back, let a car repairman tinker with them, and then resell them.

The few cars he has are bought for him by serious car owners.

In the game "Cyberpunk 2077", he has become the biggest middleman in Santo Domingo, but at this moment he is still named Faraday.

What Faraday likes to do most is to support the company. In order to support the company, he will even sell his mercenaries.

He is what Lille said, a middleman with no sense of proportion.

Smart middlemen will first avoid the brain-deadness of this dog who is willing to be a company, because sooner or later they will fail.

Chesson nodded: "Yes, but this business has just started, has it spread to Heywood?"

"That's not enough, I'm just well-informed - your brother is quite smart, but forget about meeting, just leave me a phone number."

Chesson was just a little pity that he couldn't help his brother.

But he didn't react much, so he just pulled if he could, and if he couldn't, forget it.

Lear did not actually express his opinion - after all, the biggest middleman now is Faraday.

"Okay, I'll give you his number right now."

The car drove through the crowded and wet streets of Night City, all the way to the exit of the Hanford Viaduct.

The agreed meeting place was next to a restaurant called Fatty Chicken Wings. There were not many people in this place. Even if there were people, most of them were homeless people. The number of cameras was significantly lower than in other urban areas.

All in all, as a temporary meeting place, it is very remote and safe.

This is a typical American restaurant that sells all fast food.

However, the people from Lille were not here for fast food. Instead, a low-key Thracian Jefferson parked at the meeting place.

As the meeting approached, the car slowed down.

Leal said to Chesson: "Do you have an ammunition factory? A manual one will do."

Chesson didn't know what Lille wanted to ask, but he did have such a line.

"Well, I can tell you, don't sell me out. I do have an ammunition production line, artificial, you know."

The manual method requires workers to insert behavioral chips for manual production, and then collect the chips when they get off work.

Black workshops, and most of them illegal.

"Do you think you can produce smart ammunition?"

Chessen was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly: "You mean?"

"I want to ask Kang Tao for a supply of smart weapons and ammunition, the legal kind - to be interviewed as a middleman, this kind of thing is what they think is a benefit.

I'll go talk to them. If you do this, we'll get 70/30 from it. You get 70% and I get 30%. "

Chesson is ecstatic!

Smart ammunition is awesome.

Although not many street kids can afford this thing, it is expensive! And they're all geared toward guys who are a little richer.

Internet hackers, corporate executives who have money but no time to practice marksmanship, lone wolves who have saved a little money.

And when they use this thing, they always pull the trigger, so they can use it quickly!

"Well"

Chesson organized the language - of course he wanted such a production line!

And this was not done secretly, it was done with Kang Tao!

But if Lille is only responsible for negotiating, three is a bit too much - it's really not Chesson's greed.

You know, operating a black workshop requires a lot of effort and cost, not to mention that even if Kang Tao agrees, some of the profits will definitely have to be shared with them--

It’s a small amount of money compared to Kangtao’s annual income, but if they didn’t pay attention to small amounts of money, they wouldn’t have become a super company.

Lille saw through this kid's thoughts at a glance, and said impatiently: "Then eighty-two, you eight and me two, it's a fixed price. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Kang Tao for money to settle the payment at once."

"Okay, okay, you are the master, please don't be angry."

The car stopped, and there were two bodyguards in black standing next to the other party's car.

Leal stepped out of the car, V was holding the bag containing James Norrissian Westan in his hand, and Jack followed the two of them like a mountain.

"Nice job."

When the other party spoke, he spoke in a dialect from somewhere in the East. Lille actually didn't quite understand it, after all, he spoke Mandarin.

But it doesn't matter, he already has a translation implant.

As a commonly used language within Kangtao, the translation implant will of course also translate this dialect.

"Everything is here, but as for the remuneration, we want to change it - we can reach a long-term cooperation."

The person who spoke in the car never got out of the car and was just sitting in the car.

Hearing this, he raised his brows and said, "If an ordinary person said this, I would reply: Overestimating one's own capabilities.

But you guys are doing really well on your own, and I can listen to your appeals - but don't go too far. "

"You see, in Santo Domingo and Night City, people like to shoot guns. You may not like the business of bullet production, but it is just right to leave it to locals like us.

I think we can open an ammunition factory in Santo Domingo - a small workshop type. With me covering it, the factory will be very stable. "

The people in the car were a little surprised.

He originally thought that Lille would take advantage of the situation and become a middleman - after all, in his opinion, Lille already had the potential and conditions to be a middleman.

Competent mercenaries, good hackers, and stable technical experts are the best configuration for a mercenary team, and they are also the necessary configuration for a middleman to start taking jobs.

"This is not a job that mercenaries can do."

"I know, so there needs to be a professional account between us - this guy."

Leal poked Chesson.

This guy looked a lot more professional now, and he suddenly lost the gangster aura that he had on the streets.

In addition, he was wearing professional tactical clothing, which immediately made people think that he was a salesperson from the company.

The person sitting in the car was silent for a while, and then said with interest: "He is indeed a professional. He used to work in sales at Dara Polytechnic? Why did he stop doing it later?"

"Layoff, I can't wait to be laid off, right? I might as well come out and do it myself."

Leal wasn't surprised that Chesson had worked at the company.

He was surprised that this guy actually worked in the Indian guy's company - he always thought that Chessen retired from military technology.

After saying that, the people in the car were silent again.

Leal continued: "I know you want someone who will work for you for a long time, but the corporate style doesn't work on the street--

If I want to be a company dog, I will take your entry test. I will not do this job.

But if you have this kind of relationship, maybe I will find someone to help you pay more attention to your competitors - if you want to advertise a new weapon or something, I can help you do it.

If it doesn't work, just pay a little more and we'll settle it in one lump sum. "

In the past, Kangtao actually didn't need mercenaries like Lille to help them advertise.

After all, their most powerful individual weapons spokesperson is Adam Hammer, and he is a paid spokesperson.

But now - isn't this the development of a better Si'an Westan?

".Deal, I hope you won't disappoint us, it will be difficult to end - the Qiandai 5's operating data reward is also included, where are the things?"

Lear waved his hand to V, who took out a big black bag. Those who didn't know it thought it was garbage.

Leal took the bag and handed it to the bodyguard standing outside the car.

After the bodyguard verified that it was correct, he put the things into the prepared box.

The person in the car suddenly said:

"Then, let's talk about the second thing now -

The gun you used to fight looks like a prototype weapon that was lost within our company. "