Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 796 - 257: A Desperate Dog Will Leap Over the Wall (Part 2)

"What did you see down there?"

Seeing the two of them looking somewhat distraught, Red Barrel's curiosity was piqued. He threw two bottles of water to V and Jack, hoping to get some leaks about the unopened quests so that he could also be an insider.

Jack twisted open the cap but didn't drink. Instead, he poured it directly over his head to cool himself down.

"Buddy, I can't tell you about these things. Mercenaries are paid by their employers, and I plan to become a legendary mercenary, can't have any dirt."

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Dog Town

Ever since those crazies came in, the gunfire in Dog Town hasn't ceased.

If they're not fighting with stray Cleaners, they're brawling with the Steroid Star People from the Animal Gang, and occasionally clashing with the Netherworld Dogs.

Even the black market and stadium at the north weren't spared. Whenever they found themselves scammed, they'd tear down the entire shop until the other side was willing to pay up.

The unspoken rule of not acknowledging past deals didn't apply to these people.

Either side would war openly, and considering the players' uncanny support speed, the fight usually ended when the thugs completely surrendered or died. They've never lost.

The crazies were like a ladle of ice water poured into a hot oil pot, and Dog Town erupted.

Alex didn't know if this was good for the residents of Dog Town, but for her, who just wanted to lay low, it was definitely bad.

Trouble means attracting unnecessary attention, and certain people's attention means she can't just live an ordinary life anymore.

"How come the price of water has dropped to 7, but it still won't sell?"

Her good friend sat at the bar, with a face full of despair, looking at Alex, hoping this clerk and manager who never gave players a good look could offer a reasonable explanation.

Many players were hoping to get rich through smuggling, sneaking water into Dog Town on their private cars while transporting building materials.

Even though the system strictly controls the flow of resources, players are allowed to buy purified water at wholesale prices and smuggle it into Dog Town physically.

The problem is... if it doesn't sell, it's quite a headache.

"It's okay."

Alex said lightly, wiping the table

"Compared to last month, sales have increased a lot, almost a hundred bottles sold since the price drop."

Her feelings towards these players are quite complex. Although Alex hates the environmental unrest they cause, Dog Town has become somewhat safer. These people don't target civilians and never delay payment or dine-and-dash; they go by the rules.

Even with this water, she has a 28 percent revenue share with players along with a formal contract.

"What's the use of that money? Hundreds of bucks can't even buy fluff."

Her good friend continued to complain. He had invested quite a lot, hoping to get rich quick, only to find minimal returns.

Alex felt he was not content. Earning hundreds over ten days could make many Night City residents smile in their dreams.

"I told you guys, and you still don't believe it. Even if you lower the price, sales won't go up."

The Truth Department maintained an indifferent stance. Although he wasn't involved in Wildman's smuggling business, Super Earth had its own ways to make money in Dog Town.

He didn't care about this small money physical smuggling business, not to mention running into wrong partners from the start.

Her good friend immediately gripped the boss's shoulders

"Big Boss, help us out."

"Can't help."

The Truth Department looked helplessly at his cousin, wondering why they, although on the same family tree, had such a stark difference in intelligence.

"Did you ever think, if everyone is broke, why would they buy your water?"

Night City's loans have been extended till ninety years later, that is, damn 2065 AD; everyone is poor; who would buy your water for 7 Orokin a bottle?

"Clean? Is that their concern?"

"Those who can afford 10 Orokin are people who recently fell to Long Beach with some savings. Even if it drops from 10 to 7, it won't bring in many more customers. Those who couldn't afford it still can't afford it. You chose the wrong partners from the start."

Big players were fishing with these stalls. They were aiming at taking over Rorschach's turf. As for selling water, it's a method learned later from Lin Miao, volume sales with thin profits; it's impossible to sell at 7 bucks.

"What about the money I invested, Big Boss? You can't watch your brother lose everything."

Her good friend was on the verge of tears

"I might as well let Jianxue take another flight to get sponsorship for Super Earth."

What do you mean by another flight? Are you two discussing some scheming nonsense in front of me?

Alex, full of black lines, was about to wash her ears.

Knock knock—

The door of Moth Bar was pushed open again. The guest who entered wore an overcoat, wide-brimmed hat, and gloves, head bowed low, wrapping themselves tightly without exposing any skin and knocking on the door as a way to alert Alex of their arrival.

Their intent wasn't good...

"What would this guest like to order?"

The guest reached out to adjust their hat brim, slightly lifting their head to exchange a look with Alex.

"You!"

Alex's pupils trembled, teeth clenched, as her mind exploded with a thunderous shock.

"....."

After several seconds of silence, Alex suppressed her inner anger and said to the others still drinking and chatting

"Sorry, guests, the bar is closed today."