Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 748 - 241: Smuggling Route (2)

"There are only two smuggling routes out of Dog Town: one belonging to Netherworld Dog and the other to the Cleaner. Netherworld Dog is hard to deal with, so once we completely take out the Cleaner, their smuggling routes will belong to us, right?"

The players didn't treat the restaurant NPCs as outsiders and began discussing smuggling in broad daylight.

But this is like overhearing someone at a roadside restaurant saying they want to storm into the White House and take the presidency, it's at most a joke and can't be taken seriously. Even the waitress secretly sneered at their overconfidence.

That's the Cleaner we're talking about, a tough nut that not even Hansen or the Night City Council could crack, yet these drunk mercenaries thought they could brag. They could boast about anything; even Morgan Black Hand seemed insignificant in their eyes.

Wildman leaned back in the chair and stretched lazily.

"Feels like a bit of a hassle. This is definitely a big hidden task. But since the BOSS has already made a move against Soviet Petrochemical people, taking down the Cleaner is only a matter of time. The question is, where are the mission clues?"

When it came to hidden missions, Potato and the Giant seemed to remember something. Potato slapped his thigh excitedly and said,

"Hey, I'm telling you, you have to be careful with hidden tasks. I took one before and lost the task because I couldn't find the clues. It was a huge loss."

Brother Ni gave him a strange look.

"? When did you take it? How come I didn't know?"

"I took it with him."

The Giant explained to the two.

"Back then, we thought that those story NPCs must have hidden tasks. Isn't that how games are usually designed? As long as the favorability is high enough, the task line will advance. So the two of us started drinking with Mann every few days."

"One day, we finally got him drunk and managed to get some task intel. Guess what it was?"

The Giant acted mysteriously, looked around, and after ensuring no one was paying attention to them, whispered,

"He said he saw an old comrade of his, a senior agent of the New American Special Intelligence Bureau, Solomon Lid, in a bar."

Bam—

The sound of glass breaking.

They quickly turned their heads and saw that it was the waitress who had slipped and dropped the glass on the floor.

However, the distance was too far for her to have heard what they were talking about, so the players didn't worry and continued their discussion.

Faced with the mysterious Giant and Potato, the first question from Brother Ni and Wildman was,

"Who is Lid?"

The Giant and Potato both sucked in their breath,

They acted as if they'd just heard an incredible question, and after a few seconds of silence, straightened up and slowly replied in a low tone,

"We don't know who Lid is either."

"Who the hell knows who Lid is? We searched all the bars in town and asked around, but couldn't find anyone named Solomon Lid. The task just ended there."

The Giant: "But we did see a Black guy in the bar, hey, he looked exactly like Heimdall from 'Thor.' We wanted to take a photo with him to show off with some girls, sort of like saying we've been to Hollywood too. But when we went back, he had already quit, what a pity."

Agents from the Intelligence Bureau all have their code names and won't reveal their real names to outsiders. Finding them would be a miracle.

"Damn."

Wildman was too exasperated to complain about his two foolish teammates.

Even if there really was an agent hiding in Night City, their blatant search would have scared them away a long time ago.

And Mann might have just been talking nonsense while drunk. They didn't even think it through.

However, Wildman felt that this line might not be completely cut off and was worth digging into further. Just as he was about to ask the two for more details,

"Here's your food."

The waitress's interruption broke their conversation. The Giant activated his cybernetic eye, scanning with a radar-like motion up and down.

The looks were average, but the figure was quite good.

This was his innate skill, the ability to see through someone's attributes and know past and future.

But even so, he still reached out and grabbed the waitress's arm.

"Wait a second."

The waitress turned her back to the group, clenching her right hand tightly.

Just as she was contemplating whether to blow these probing bastards away, the sly-eyed one spoke up,

"Your water is this expensive?"

"..."

The Giant pointed at the menu, incessantly complaining about the Super Earth pure water,

"Outside it's only 1.5 Euros, and here you're selling it for 10 Euros? Highway robbery? Is the bottle made of gold or is the cap made of gold?"

The waitress turned around, her face colder than before.

"Can you even find a clean water plant in Dog Town? This is all brought in from the outside. I think it's expensive too." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Damn, worried for nothing. Turns out they are just idiots, knowing the name but not the face, and they've let the person slip away.

But the intel is probably false.

If it were the real Solomon Lid, just the act of searching for him would have gotten these two killed a thousand times over. They wouldn't have lived to see the light of day in Dog Town.

"Just tell me whether you want it or not."

"I have water, what do I need it for?"

The Giant, acting as if looking for trouble, pulled an identical bottle of water from his bag and waved it in front of the waitress, grinning smugly.

Hold it...

Hold it...

The waitress clenched her fist, holding back the urge to punch the guy in front of her into the sky, wanting to free herself and leave, but the Giant didn't intend to let her go.

"Hey, don't leave. I have an important matter to discuss with your boss."

The Giant wasn't some kind of sex-starved ghost who gets excited just seeing a woman. He shook the bottle in his hand.