Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 59 37. Afterlife Bar
"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 fifty meters away from the Next Life Bar, he patted his clothes and asked his two friends to evaluate his current state.

"so so."

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

"So what on earth are you two doing?"

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

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

"Of course I know. It's just a bar where mercenaries take on jobs. I heard it used to be an underground morgue. Is there anything wrong with that?"

“This is a huge problem!”

Jack spread his hands and made a big gesture: “Only mercenaries who set foot in 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, walking into the Afterlife Bar in an ordinary way, and then taking on some big tasks that made a sensation in the world. Act excited, Carl, we are doing what the legends do! "

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

A bar converted from a morgue, just thinking about it makes one feel very gloomy. It must be uncomfortable to stay in such a place, but Carl is very interested in the so-called big mission that will shock the world.

He really wanted to know what kind of mission could be considered to shock the world.

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

Before Carl came, he had learned a little about the things that were circulating about the Raw Bar in Night City.

I remember that in the rumor, I don't know how much of it is true or not, the bodyguard's name is Emeric Bronson. He is a watchdog who is responsible for verifying whether the people who come are qualified to enter the bar. I heard that he has some background in the Animal Gang. I don't know if it is true, but considering that the Animal Gang always takes on this kind of guarding job, this possibility is quite high.

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

Emeric blinked once, and then blinked again. He now looked as if he didn't quite believe what he saw, but was still trying hard to identify it.

He kept blinking in this funny way until Carl came in front of him.

"Cough cough."

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

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Wouldn't it be 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 there is no need for me to give advance notice at the door."

As he said this, Emeric naturally made way. There was a door behind him. He only needed to open it to reach the Afterlife Bar.

This time, it was Karl's turn to blink. He stared at the road that Emeric had cleared, then 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 crazy enough to fight ACPA head-on would be ineligible to enter."

Emeric raised his right hand, clenched four fingers, and pointed his thumb to the side. "The other two are your teammates, right? Just come in together. We welcome team members."

"It's 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. How about leaving your name? Next time I have an appointment, I can let you know in advance."

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

"KK, got it."

Emeric nodded, then reached out and helped Carl open the door.

Light, along with a smell of alcohol, poured out from behind the door.

"Welcome to the Afterlife Bar, have a nice day."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Carl walked into the Afterlife Bar, but Oliver and Jack were nervous because it was their first time and they were a little restrained. They followed Carl closely like two bodyguards.

Entering the Afterlife Bar, what was Carl’s first impression?
the answer is.
This damn place really looks quite gloomy. It seems not as good as the Wild Wolf Bar.

There is no underground place with any external sunlight, and combined with the green light, it gives people the feeling of being in 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 brink of life and death. Drinking in the Afterlife Bar is just like going home, isn't it?

After entering the Next Life Bar, Oliver and Jack relaxed a little, because to discuss the mission, Blanca only needed Carl. After greeting Carl, the two sat down at the bar, looking like they wanted to have a drink.

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

It's not that he was afraid that they would drink too much. Carl was very confident about Oliver and Jack's personalities. They would just drink a little at most. But Carl had heard that there was a special wine list in the Next Life Bar, and he wanted to see what was on that list.

Then he watched Jack speak a series of words to the bartender who was approaching him quite skillfully.

"A tequila old fashioned with some beer and chili."

This is the special wine list, isn’t it spicy?
"Give me one of the same."

Oliver seemed ready to drink what Jack was going to drink, and the bartender understood what they were saying.

"Two cups of Johnny Silverhand, right? Coming right up."

Johnny Silverhand
I know this person named Carl. He seems to be a rock musician and a terrorist?
Why did his name become the drink in the afterlife bar?
not understand well.

(End of this chapter)