Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 8 8. Distressing Task
"The operation is over. Okay, get up. The anesthesia will last for a while, but don't move too much."

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

"How do you feel now?"

Oliver, who had been watching for several hours but kept his mouth shut for fear of disturbing the operation, finally didn't have to hold it back anymore. He immediately came over and asked curiously about the effect: "It took me a long time to get used to it at first."

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

As Carl said this, he found that he only needed to think about it to try to connect to the LAN servers of various companies.

"I helped you remove the background programs left by the company's sales. This access warehouse only gives you some basic access functions. To improve the computing power or to use it to do some technical things, you need to install other things. Don't be too indulgent. If you are not careful, this thing may be hacked and invade your body."

Victor reminded him and moved his hand which was numb from the operation. He was using an external machine to perform the operation, and his physical arms were being used during the whole process, so he was a little tired after such a long time.

"You can try to create a private account on it now, and you can put all your money there. Unless someone can get rid of you, or hack into your operating system and crack your account, no one can take the money in your private account away."

Victor glanced at the blood-stained money and said, "If you want to add other things in the future, you should pay online. It's not easy to launder the money."

Hearing Victor say that money is hard to launder, Carl's mind inexplicably flashed with the image of the gangster boss saying that money is hard to launder.

Victor's appearance is so deceptive. Judging from his appearance alone, who would have thought that such a middle-aged man with a mature and handsome face, who obviously has a lot of stories, would be a skilled prosthetics doctor.

"I'll remember that, but can I take the money from someone's personal account after I kill them?"

"The money in the private operating system of a dead person can be hacked by accessing it."

Oliver said, "If you had this access warehouse before, we might have been able to buy it in full."

"Then be careful next time."

He walked to the bag where he had placed his guns before the operation, opened the bag, took out Oliver's gun and threw it back.

Oliver caught his pistol with joy.

"Oh, my dear new star, you are back. Are you going to find something to do, KK?"

[Dara Tech 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 that Victor handed to him into his pocket, Carl picked up the bag and said, "I have to find a gun store to sell these things cheaply and buy some bullets."

"Are you planning to find a job now?"

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

"The prosthetics on your bodies don't have much protective power. If you want to go, remember to buy a bulletproof vest at the weapons store. It can't block weapons, but sometimes you may be lucky enough to save your life."

"Bulletproof vest? Thank you. I'll remember that."

Carl remembered that the sale of bulletproof vests was prohibited in America before he traveled through time. Cyberpunk was indeed different. He nodded and thanked Victor for the reminder.

“You’re welcome. I think it’s important to have more polite young people like you in Night City.” Victor turned back and the sound of a boxing match rang out.

Carl and Oliver left the prosthetics clinic, and before leaving, Carl closed the clinic's iron folding door.

Victor is indeed a good person. It is rare to find people who do not value money and are willing to offer discounts these days, not to mention that this person is a prosthetics doctor. If you need a new prosthesis or want to 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 walked out of Victor's clinic and found a gun store on the side of the road after just a few steps.

The bag full of guns didn't sell for much, a whole bag only sold for 2,500 euros, which was obviously a low price, but since it was something he picked up by chance, and the owner was willing to give him a few boxes of bullets and holsters, Carl didn't mind selling them. After experiencing the data transaction and realizing that he had an extra 2,500 euros in his personal account, Carl could only say that his first experience was magical.

"drop."

Oliver, who was waiting for Carl to finish the transaction, suddenly found that 1,250 euros had been transferred into his account. This number made him immediately understand and he looked at Carl.

"Help me share half when we meet."

After putting his Lexington into the holster given by the gun shop owner, Carl stopped Oliver before he could refuse and turn back: "Since you plan to cooperate, it is only natural to split the profits 50-50. If you want to split it so clearly, wait until you do a big job."

What Carl meant by this sentence is that since they are just rookie mercenaries, there is no need to further subdivide them. They can just subdivide them based on their contributions when they do big work in the future.

"No, I just mean that this seems to be the first money I've ever made on my own."

Oliver didn't care about these. He just had some emotion: "I used to spend my dad and sister's money. I was kicked out of the gang within a week. This is the first time I feel like I can make money on my own."

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

Oliver, who came from the streets, had never made any money by stealing before. 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 and said, "So, how should we find a job now?"

"Looking for a middleman?"

[Middleman]: An intermediary who acts as a go-between for the edge walkers and the clients. Although they will take a portion of the clients’ fees, they can also help the mercenaries solve most of the procedural troubles. In today’s era, they have become an indispensable partner for mercenaries who want to accomplish big things.

Information about the middleman flashed through his mind, and Carl agreed with Oliver's suggestion to find a middleman. If mercenaries who don't understand the relationships and situations take the mission on their own, they might be cheated out of their wages. Finding a middleman is definitely a smart approach, but before that, there is a small problem.

"Do you know any middleman?"

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

"That's it."

Carl and Oliver looked at each other.

How to get tasks? Find a middleman. But if you don’t know the middleman, the middleman will come to you if you become famous. But how can you become famous if you don’t do tasks? So find a middleman to get tasks.

Okay, dead loop.

On the first day that Carl and Oliver's mercenary team was formed, they were troubled by not getting any missions.

(End of this chapter)