Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 755 - 243: What a Coincidence, You’re Here to Pee Too_3

Moreover, to avoid being detected for improper gains, this money won't go through banks or digital currency, mostly it's cash flow, and now there's even a way to use encrypted e-coins.

However, this is not a concern for Lin Miao.

No matter how much money the players make through various means, their accounts are managed by Lin Miao. As long as this money is spent on the projects Lin Miao has set up, that's fine. Not to mention, whatever company the players establish, Horizon Corporation will forcibly hold 80% of shares and investments after passing reviews. Essentially, it's all money being funneled into Lin Miao's account, and he won't lose a single cent from this, even making a big profit.

Smuggling?

As long as you don't peddle drugs or set up casinos or brothels, even if you sell New America's nukes to Europe, I won't interfere, if you can manage it, that's your skill, I'm just here to count the money.

Thus, players were astonished to find that the system had no response to what the giants said, as if it defaulted that the giant's actions were reasonable.

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The spa has already been cleared out, several luxury cars parked in the open space, dozens of European Community soldiers armed with guns were standing outside the cars, while there was a heated argument in Russian coming from inside one of the cars.

"I told you to transport goods to Dog Town, it's either windy or rainy, it's been two months, brother! You think this is going to the moon, messing with me!"

"Brother, such storms are common, I haven't said anything about you yet, jinx, the connection is broken and it's all blamed on the two guys collecting the goods from your side, it's fine they got caught, but they squealed on our people, now those lunatics are killing our folks everywhere, snatching our goods."

"Hmph, this batch is 80 million, I'll give you one more month, if you can't gather the goods, you deal with it yourself!"

Night City is, after all, the largest city in all of America, and Europeans have many businesses here, for the European Community company employees remote from here, the assignments here are lucrative.

Moreover, for Europeans, there are just as many rich North American heiresses wanting to get involved, akin to impatient daughters-in-law, as if the word "Europe" conveys a unique charismatic allure, synonymous with nobility, even a homeless person, as long as "Europe" is added in front, can elevate his status several levels in other regions. (Until the end of the Cold War, West Europeans from the UK and France still held a high position in the minds of Americans, it's the aspiration of new money towards the sophistication of old money.)

Therefore, every business trip to Night City offers these Europeans the perfect opportunity to rake in money and sleep with beauties.

The smuggling industry has also seized this opportunity, forcefully becoming one of the main industries in Night City.

"Sounds like the Soviet Petrochemical folks are disgruntled? Guess they're not making much money this time."

In the luxury car bearing the flag of the French Seventh Republic, two French individuals listened to the Slavic brute's no-holds-barred bellowing, yet the man couldn't suppress his amusement.

"Who cares?"

The woman puffed on a slim cigarette, her tone conveying disdain towards the Soviets.

"Only these barbarians would do business with those coarse butchers, they are drenched in the stench of blood, heard they lost two people this time due to the Taiping Continent incident, now they're suing that new district chief, truly disgraced us in the European Community."

She then changed her tone.

"However, that newcomer seems quite capable, dares to mess with Soviet Petrochemical, just wondering if his skills in bed are as remarkable as his mouth."

"If he's still alive the next time we're here, you might go have some fun with him, but we don't have time this time, and who knows, the next time you're here in Night City you might be mourning at his grave with just his photo for company."

The man was indifferent, not even the slightest bit jealous; in France, infidelity and indulgence are ingrained to the core, purity is non-existent, everyone just does as they please, open-air group parties are common.

The woman rolled her eyes, though, the straightforwardness was rather annoying.

The soldier outside then said.

"The people are here."

The man said, "Let them bring the goods over."

Anyone from Rorschach, whatever, the French aren't bothered by that, were it not for the money offered, they wouldn't even be bothered seeing this local big shot.

The soldiers, upon receiving the orders, immediately turned away, and in just a minute or two, several soldiers surrounded the giants and Sword Saint and approached.

Other players were stopped outside by the soldiers.

The equipment on French Military Committee agents were indeed impressive, blue and white-painted external exoskeletons and electromagnetic weapons, looking even better than the gear on the Netherworld Dog elites, leaving players drooling.

Honestly, if they didn't know the giant's intentions, that these people needed to return to Europe alive, they really wanted to find an opportunity to provoke the other side, then kill them all and loot their gear.

"Where's the goods?"

The man and woman inside the car didn't speak, the soldier outside the car spoke for them.

"Here."

The giant eagerly pulled out a bottle of water from the box and handed it to the soldier.

Except it wasn't the "Romans" brought by Rorschach, just plain bottled water.

The "Romans," a recently shelved brand, could absolutely not deceive the long-residing Europeans, like how no Tokyo University graduate would recognize some General Tso's chicken.

Smuggling demands low import and high export pricing, "Romans" won't sell in Europe, what the buyer wanted was just extremely cheap bottled water, the packaging didn't matter.

The man unscrewed the lid, tested the water for poison, smelled it, then took a sip.

After passing the water to his female companion, he asked.

"How much supply do you have?"

The giant candidly replied, "How much you need is how much we have."

This response made the French man pause, before slowly lowering the car window, letting the giant see the people inside the car.

Wearing a white suit trimmed with gold, the appearance seemed extraordinarily noble, not to mention the androgynous, exceedingly handsome look, causing the giant's heart to skip.

This person is just as handsome as I am.

An opponent.