Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 845, Section 55: It's truly unbelievable!

"It's so hot today. It's really hard to get motivated to work in this kind of weather."

Lying on the rooftop of a shop in Santo Domingo, feeling the oppressive heat that showed no signs of abating even at night, Oliver couldn't help but sigh, "I really wish I could go home soon and have a refreshing iced drink."

"Is this considered hot?"

Carl, who rarely works with Oliver, sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the endless stream of cars below, and said in a flat tone: "The weather used to be really hot."

"It was hotter before? What are you talking about, Carl?"

Oliver sat up slightly and glanced at him: "I was born and raised in Night City, and I dare say I've never had a summer as tough as this one."

"That has actually happened."

Carl didn't turn his head, his voice devoid of emotion: "Back in 2023, it was as hot as a furnace, but nobody complained."

"2023"

Oliver was taken aback at first, but then he understood the meaning behind the string of numbers.

He instinctively wanted to laugh, but then felt it was inappropriate and forced the smile back: "Telling hellish jokes again, huh? Let me tell you, even back then, the impact on Santo Domingo wasn't actually that great, and the temperature probably wasn't even as high as it is now."

"It doesn't matter, just bear with it, it'll be over soon anyway."

Carl ignored Oliver, who was lying down next to him, stretching and resting. Oliver had been keeping watch all afternoon, and now it was his turn to take over. At this moment, the two of them were waiting for a shipment to arrive.

Goods that can get mercenaries of Carl and Oliver's caliber to handle are naturally extraordinary.

The request even came directly from the NCPD – the police wanted them to intercept the smuggling operation.

As for what was being smuggled...
For someone like Carl to spend an entire afternoon, plus most of the night, with Oliver by his side, it certainly couldn't be just any ordinary cargo.

"coming!"

Carl's gaze suddenly locked onto the street under the night sky. He spoke in a low voice, and Oliver, upon hearing his voice, instantly sat up straight.

Oliver grabbed the classic smart submachine gun, which was well-suited for urban warfare, from beside him and quickly moved to Karl's side. Under their gaze, a seemingly ordinary van slowly drove into view.

"Are you sure it's that one?" Oliver asked cautiously, lowering his voice.

“Confirmed.” Karl nodded, took out his phone and glanced at it. “The sensors the informant set up have reacted. Once the target enters the 500-meter range, I will receive a notification. To avoid counter-surveillance, the signal uses linear intermittent transmission—sending it out every five seconds. There will be no mistake.”

"action."

Carl's voice was deep and decisive. The two men, like cheetahs in the dark, silently slid down from the edge of the rooftop, using the shadows as cover, and quickly approached the small truck that had been temporarily parked on the side of the road.

The two people in the driver's seat were looking down at their phones, comparing routes, completely unaware of Carl and Oliver's arrival.

Oliver appeared like a ghost outside the passenger window, the butt of his standard submachine gun striking the weak point of the bulletproof glass with precision and force—Oliver, familiar with this type of vehicle, was well aware of its vulnerability.

With a spiderweb-like crack and a muffled thud, the glass window shattered, and Oliver, without hesitation, immediately threw in a small flashbang that detonated instantly.

In the instant the blinding light exploded, the people inside the car were stunned and instantly lost their ability to react.

“If you use the classic gun like that, it’ll probably break after just a few uses. Its stock isn’t as hard as Jack’s fist.”

Almost simultaneously, while speaking on the channel, Carl opened the driver's side door. In a flash, a precise chop to the side of the driver's neck struck him, and he collapsed without a sound. The passenger, in a daze amidst the flash, instinctively reached for his gun, but Oliver opened the driver's side door from the other side, using the hole as leverage, and knocked him down with the butt of his rifle.

“Behind,” Carl briefly reminded.

The two quickly circled around to the back of the cargo compartment. Carl used the electronic key he had taken from the driver to unlock the door. As soon as the door opened, before the two armed guards inside could even raise their guns, Oliver activated non-lethal mode and fired two standard shots into their chests with stun grenades.

The intense impact and high-frequency current instantly rendered them unable to move, and the two fully armed guards curled up on the ground in agony.

Karl landed and bound the two men's hands and feet tightly with plastic straps, then removed their weapons and communication devices. He then dragged them out and did the same to the two men in the driver's seat. The whole process took less than ten seconds.

"All done." Oliver, having confirmed that all four were no longer a threat, lightly kicked the floor of the carriage. "Even smoother than I expected."

Karl didn't answer. After dealing with the personnel, his gaze was already fixed on the temperature-controlled metal box deep inside the carriage. There were no markings on the box, only a row of eerily flashing blue indicator lights, which looked particularly strange in the dimly lit carriage.

This is the kind of cargo that the NCPD would secretly hire them to handle, and this is why Carl was willing to patiently wait for eight hours in the sweltering heat of Santo Domingo.

He reached out and gently touched the surface of the metal box. A single-molecule wire popped out, and the unlocking was completed in just two seconds.

"Kacha."

After removing the security devices and protections from the metal box, Carl opened it almost immediately.

The box contained stacks of tightly packaged items. Carl picked up the first item, disassembled it using a monomolecular wire, and inserted its contents into his phone.

After confirming that there were no viruses or traps, Carl took out something.

That's Mewtwo's headband.

A device that allows you to watch Mewtwo anytime, anywhere.

Insert the verified device and put on the headband.

Under Oliver's gaze, Carl only looked at it for two seconds before taking off the headband.

"The goods are correct."

Hearing Carl say that, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief: "After squatting for so long, it was worth it."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the box: "Cyber ​​Psychosis series, this batch of goods should be the original films that the NCPD has been tracking recently."

"That's right, but..."

Carl sighed: "They're all just tacked-on sequels, not the original film I initially wanted to be circulated."

"Is this still the initial version?"

Oliver was speechless: "So this isn't your batch?"

"What do you mean by 'my batch'? Even if I am in it, I am only a part of it, okay?"

Karl stared at the cargo in the box, then glanced at the four guards he had tied up outside the carriage, his gaze sweeping over their equipment and cybernetic bodies.

"It's unbelievable that the people who transport this kind of cargo are qualified to join the special operations team."

(End of this chapter)