Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 754 - 243: What a Coincidence, You Came Here to Pee Too_2

"Brother, do you want money or your life? Money is easy to deal with. Name a price, and I'll give you as much as you want."

Gunshots echoed in his ears, accompanied by the shouts and wails of his underlings outside the car. Yet Rorschach ignored it all, his gaze fixed on Brother Ni in the driver's seat.

"Cough... cough... money?"

Brother Ni finally stopped his maniacal laughter amid coughing, got out of the car, opened the door, and dragged Rorschach out, flinging him onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Rorschach was having a brainstorming session. Who sent these guys to capture me? Several people with grudges against him flashed through his mind, but though they hated him, would they really put on such an extravagant show?

Moreover, considering the mercenaries' skills, they took out his underlings in a matter of seconds. Was he really worth this much trouble?

Rorschach saw several figures leisurely emerging from the nearby ruins.

The luck of the underlings in the other cars was just as bleak; the players had no intention of leaving any survivors, killing them all.

The Sword Saint wiped one gangster's neck driving a Sianweistan, then walked and wiped off the blood from his dagger, asking Brother Ni,

"Who is this? Who called us all the way here for an ambush?"

The players intercepted the convoy under Dog Town's basketball court, and the gunshots had just scared away the surrounding crowd.

Brother Ni pointed at Rorschach lying on the ground.

"A guy from the Long Beach Waste Yard gang, likely someone of importance. I think grabbing him might lead to something profitable."

?

Lying on the ground, Rorschach was utterly baffled.

You bunch don't even know who I am and you just come at me?

Are you messed up or something?

But Brother Ni couldn't care less about his protests, proceeding directly to the trunk, pulling out a carton, and slashing it open with his knife, revealing some "Roman."

The Sword Saint bent down to pick up a bottle, shaking it in his hands and said playfully,

"Whoa, you can afford such fancy water. You're pretty well-off."

Rorschach snapped out of his shock, awkwardly chuckling,

"Heh... heh, fake stuff, no way I can afford such high-end mineral water..."

The players burst into laughter at his words. They knew where the water came from, yet found humor in how this gang leader perceived mineral water as extravagant, especially while dealing in its counterfeit, offering them a sense of misplaced humor.

The Wildman now joined the interrogation, "What were you planning to do with this carton of fake stuff at the spa?"

Rorschach seemed to glimpse hope, hastily explained, "There's a few European merchants over there I've made contact with. They seem interested in the cheap pure water recently coming out of Night City, wanting to find ways to smuggle it to Europe for high-profit sales. Back and forth, one can earn a lot of money."

"Isn't this mineral water?"

"Inside it's pure water!"

Rorschach continued,

"The bottle's made in Europe, the water is all poured from Horizon Corporation's bottles. These are samples for the Europeans; if they agree, I can smuggle the water to Europe and sell it. I know you guys are willing to fight, so how about it, we partner up, you protect me during the deal, and we split the profits fifty-fifty. No, seventy-thirty; you seventy, I thirty. How does that sound?"

His survival instinct was nearly overflowing, yet the players' smiles grew wider, some even squatting aside, laughing uncontrollably, sending tremors down Rorschach's spine.

"You dumbass."

The giant laughed breathlessly.

"Don't you know 'Roman' is Horizon Corporation's rebranding? Europeans would never want these overpriced mineral waters; you think they don't know? They just want your cheap water to repackage, oh damn, I'm done."

???

Rorschach's pupils trembled fiercely, unable to believe the players' explanation.

What do you mean by rebranded mineral water?

Damn it, "Roman" is Horizon's rebranding?

Rorschach initially thought "Roman" was a new European luxury drink brand, excitedly bringing his products for smuggling deals with Europeans, as if they would want it!

Shit!

Damn it, damn it!

This group of companies has nothing good!

To earn money, these bastards really tried everything. Now he's fallen in their trap.

Bang!

The giant shot Rorschach in the head. He died with his eyes open.

"Why did you kill him?"

The Sword Saint was puzzled by the giant's action.

"At least let him cough up all the black money earned from crimes over the years to atone before killing him, no rush."

After all, he was a gang leader; surely, he had money. Killing him was wasteful.

But the giant replied at that moment,

"What's that money worth? This is a big money-making opportunity, folks."

Looking at the confused players around, the giant holstered his gun and wore a merchant's grin while explaining,

"The Europeans want water; let's give them water. Do you think those high and mighty Europeans care who's the transaction partner?"

"Hiss—"

Brother Ni gasped.

"Are you really going to smuggle?"

Before this, he thought the guy's excuse was to lure out the gang boss and eliminate them.

The giant raised his voice,

"Why not? Does this game say you can't smuggle?"

Then his voice lowered again,

"The law says if it's not explicitly prohibited, it's permitted; we are earning foreign exchange, get it?"

Generally, smuggling outward involves illegally stealing company assets, as this portion isn't accounted for. No matter who made the decision, be it the chairman or CEO, regardless of how much profit smuggling earns, the money ultimately goes into personal pockets, while the company bears the cost deficit.