Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"Okay, thank you, the commission owed will be paid back to you soon."

The phone hangs up.

Luo Qi opened the message with the little finger of the hand holding the spoon, and dialed the contact information sent by Regina.

"Hello? What do you want from me?"

A thick male voice sounded in the room, a little low, it sounded like the kind of big brother with a tough wrist.

"I'm Lucky, I heard from Regina that you have a job here?"

Three times, five divisions and two to solve the breakfast (?), Luo Qi said while putting the garbage into a plastic bag.

"Yes, that's right, I asked."

The old captain had a thick voice with a personality.

"I've heard about you. You killed Dexter. It seems that Regina has found a ruthless character for me."

"Thank you, it seems that you know me very well, so I won't introduce myself." Luo Qi picked up the PDA and pressed his elbows on his thighs.

"Well, I like such confident people."

The old captain's speech was all straight, and he didn't hide it at all.

"I'm in charge of the territory of Santo Domingo. The entrustment is easy to say. Military Technology is planning to ship a batch of goods to Night City recently. Someone is eyeing it, but there are many security teams accompanying it, and there are also ruthless characters from special forces. , so need some 'insider' help."

He described what had happened in a few words and explained in detail.

"But you have to be mentally prepared. The way they pay is [-]% of the value of the goods. However, if you can use this kind of battle to transport, I guess there will be no less valuable things. Specifically, you have to talk to them yourself. .”

[-]%?

Luo Qi listened to the blind tone on the phone, but was not in a hurry to continue contacting the employer.

Mowell heard the content of the call clearly.

"This commission is for military technology, do you want to..."

He played with Mowell's little hand, discussed, and then found that the latter stared at him with a look of "I'll give you an expression to experience it yourself".

"……Right."

He laughed at himself, feeling a little smart again.

It's normal to have feelings for the organization you used to be in, but when those days left only bad memories or even pain, any "can't bear to do it" is bullshit.

The four characters of "Military Technology" and "Free State" and "NUSA" are included in Mowell's blacklist.

From the moment the agent killer from the company stood in front of her, there was only hatred left between her and the company that was ruthlessly abandoned and destroyed after being used.

If not, why did Mowell take the risk to blow up the military technology laboratory that day?

Acknowledging that Luo Qi played with his head, Mowell took the PDA, dialed the employer's phone number, looked at Luo Qi with those big eyes, and stuffed it back into his hand.

The eyes are clearly full of "GKD", which is called a positive.

"..."

The phone was connected, but no one answered, and only a weak background sound proved that the call was still going on.

"The old captain asked me to come."

After Luo Qi finished speaking, he also fell silent, waiting for the other party's reply.

"Blanton Street, FOODSCAPE."

After saying this nonsense, the man hung up the phone.

Rocky and Mowell looked at each other.

What a weird person.

But this kind of guy is nothing unusual in Night City. In order to prevent being followed, he would change the meeting place three times in a row with suspicion, not to mention those fearful ghosts who sit in armored vehicles and do business.

It is always a good thing to be cautious, other things cannot be guaranteed, involving life safety, people in Night City understand this approach very well.

I searched online for the location he mentioned, which is a fast food restaurant on Brandon Street in the Santo Domingo Valley area. It is located beside a large number of company warehouses and viaducts.

"Come on, let's go to the meeting."

Luo Qi showed a somewhat excited expression, rubbed his hands together, and stood up.

But Mowell was still sitting on the bed, looking at him intently with those big black eyes.

"What? Didn't you eat enough?"

Luo Qi froze for a moment, then asked with a smile.

no answer.

"Still didn't sleep well?"

Then he saw Mowell's eyebrows lowered a little.

"Don't want to do this?"

As soon as this sentence came out, her mouth began to pouted a little indiscernibly.

"Well, well, I see."

Luo Qi pursed his lips and looked at the ceiling helplessly.

Slowly sitting next to Mowell, feeling the touch of her elastic thighs, he ran his fingers through her hair, rubbing it gently.

There is also the scent of shampoo, which is clear and light, like the scent of flowers blowing away with the wind, sweet.

"Your heart is beating faster."

Mowell looked up suddenly, his lips parted.

Luo Qi's hand stopped, then he looked away unnaturally, and took a deep breath.

"Come on."

He stood up, walked to the door, and straightened the samurai sword sheath on his waist.

Mowell had already stood behind him at some point, quietly, with a contented smile on his face.

……

"Thank you for using Delaman's travel service, use Delaman, and leave your troubles at the door."

Amid Lao De's warm greeting every day, Luo Qi slammed the car door and walked into the store with Mowell.

FOODSCAPE, food scenery.

It sounds like a decent signboard, but it is actually a small cheap restaurant, not high-end, and definitely not the kind of cheap fly restaurant.

The noon sun fell on the road outside the shade of the overpass, and it was a little hot.

"Two cups of tea, less ice, and a fruit salad."

Luo Qi, who had just finished breakfast, didn't have any appetite, so he ordered some food that he could sit down and enjoy leisurely.

They chose a seat by the window, sat down, and looked at each other without saying a word.

Although Luo Qi, with Ajax on his back and three katana swords on his waist, looks a bit deviated from the elegance of afternoon tea, this is considered a standard scenery in Night City, but most people choose to conceal their guns.

There were two decent-looking gangsters at the bar chatting and bragging, a middle-aged woman was sitting at the front table, and there were a few employees working in a nearby factory behind, a man in a suit with tired eyes Yawning and munching on pizza.

Everything was so calm, so calm that it was hard to believe that this was Night City.

Luo Qi was a little puzzled, picked up the refreshing iced tea, and let the ice cubes roll over his somewhat dry tongue and throat.

At this moment, the PDA in his pocket shook.

【Sender: D

Recipient: Lucky

You came. 】

A random message, just like the guy on the phone.

Luo Qi put down the PDA, covered his expression with the drink cup, and silently scanned the surroundings.

There is nothing unusual about the customers, and there are no suspicious cameras. There is a high wall across the street, and there is only a little haze from passing vehicles.

【Where are you? 】

Luo Qi typed the words cracklingly.

【It's near you. 】

When Luo Qi was going to continue to question, Mowell quietly moved his feet under the table.

The eyes flicked slightly to the left, and then returned to normal.

Luo Qi followed her gesture and glanced to the left. It was the tired man in the suit.

But now there is nothing abnormal, just eating food by itself.

But Mowell is much more professional than himself in this regard, and he must have noticed details that he did not discover.

Believe she is right.

[Don't eat, let's talk about business. ] Luo Qi deducted the word.

The second after the message was sent, the man in the suit paused his eating hand, then grabbed a few tissues, wiped them on his mouth and hands indiscriminately, leaned on the sofa, and played with the PDA in an imageless manner.

[Good eyesight, now let's talk about the next step. 】

Good eyesight a der.

Luo Qi couldn't accept such untrue praise with peace of mind.

【Just you two?I remember I told the old captain that it would work out. 】

The man was a little picky.

[When did the number of people become the criterion for success? 】

Luo Qi asked back.

[Okay, if you have the ability, see the real chapter under your hand. 】

The man in the suit doesn't talk too much nonsense.

Sometimes, 1 explanations are not as convincing as one self-confidence.

[Two days later, the military technology transport team will bring things from the south, and enter Santo Domingo from the east of the city. The destination is the warehouse in the valley area, which is heavily guarded. 】

[If we plan to intercept this batch of goods, we have to do it halfway, but the problem is that there are also many guards accompanying us, and our manpower is limited, so we need the whole thing. 】

[The situation is probably like this. After the event is completed, the account will be divided between [-], and you can ask for money or goods. 】

[Let’s talk if you can, if not, let’s find the next one. 】

A series of briefings were sent over, and it was obvious that they had done their homework.

But the man in the suit and his people gave Luo Qi a strange feeling, which seemed to be inconsistent with the style of Night City.

Especially looking for middlemen and mercenaries, it seems very rough.

He is more like a robber who is used to careful preparations, rather than a mercenary who pays attention to the assignment and completion of tasks.

[I have no problem here, but there is one thing - the commission does not go to us, you go to negotiate with the old captain, this is the rule of the middleman. 】

Rocky replied.

[You mean the contractor?This is a trivial matter, as long as things are done, everything is easy to talk about. 】

The man in the suit smiled slowly, but the mustache and raised eyebrows didn't make the smile look so kind.

Chapter 47 Left EMP, Right IED

[Now, go meet our people. 】

The man in the suit named D yawned deeply, retracted the PDA, and blue light began to emerge from his eyes.

"It's really strange. Why doesn't this person have an implant?"

Rocky asked Mowell quietly, one hand to his mouth.

"Anti-tracking, anti-intrusion."