Chapter 846 - 125: Three Mercenaries

[Name: Alina Markova]

[Profile: Codename Red Crow, Pole, Height 175, Sniper, 12 slaughter zone completion experiences.]

[Prosthetics: Tactical Prosthetic Eye for aiming (right eye), Ballistic Analysis, Cochlear Implant]

[Name: Mikhail Alexandrov]

[Profile: Codename Ice Hammer, Former Su Federation illegal mercenary, Height 190, Demolition expert, Heavy Machine Gunner, 17 slaughter zone completion experiences, once recorded in a German death race.]

[Prosthetics: Jilafa Industrial Arm Type II (left hand), Stimulant Injector]

[Name: Yang Novikov]

[Profile: Codename Silver Fox, Former Su Federation regular army, Height 175, Assault Trooper, 11 slaughter zone completion experiences]

[Prosthetics: Detachable Personal Link (compatible with hacking tools), Subcutaneous Pouch]

The three mercenaries all come from Eastern Europe and have very rich combat experience—

Of course, the files given by Sevens are heavily exaggerated, Lille carefully examined the secondary files, and most of these dozen or so completion experiences were massacring refugees who broke into the slaughter zone.

These refugees are mostly labeled as armed terrorists in European Union news, but they’re poorly equipped, theoretically suppressible with heavy firepower, mostly it’s just one-sided slaughter—

Only in very rare cases will they encounter well-armed refugees, which was common a century ago, not so much now.

So whether it’s Lille, Johnny, or Munemasa, these three mercenaries can only be considered professional, but not remarkable, just judging from the record, it’s just this big guy called Ice Hammer who is a bit better.

Lille also remembered that there were some mercenaries in Night City who came over from Germany, also participated in that what death race.

Unlike what he did in Night City, this thing has historical heritage, sponsored by serious European car companies, sponsored by serious European military equipment manufacturers, a special activity in the slaughter zone.

In other words, it’s like killing illegal immigrants and refugees in the slaughter zone, a kind of legalized violence.

Of course, within the European Union, military weapons and military prosthetics are strictly regulated, absolutely strictly regulated, they can’t use those slaughter weapons here.

In fact, the level of prosthetization of the three is also very low, Ice Hammer replaced an arm, Silver Fox only added a pouch to the abdomen, Red Crow’s sensory system enhanced, even looking at the appearance, not much prosthetics can be seen.

Safe and can fight...theoretically can fight, no matter how powerful the company is, this is not Night City, not likely to let people drive armored vehicles, carrying rocket launchers to fight in the city.

Elliot asked cautiously, "You used to work in the slaughter zone?"

"Yes." Red Crow Alina admitted easily, "Now where is there work to do? If we don’t do this, we can only go to East Siberia and battle those troublesome cyberpsychos in the snow for three hundred days.

The slaughter zone and Siberia are both hell, but the city is different, much better in the city."

Elliot hesitated: to be honest, he himself didn’t think Foxstone counted as a city, often on the network sarcastically calling users from London, respectfully addressing them as the esteemed Lord of London.

Alina kicked the man tied to the pipe: "Isn’t this guy the same? Just to not get thrown out of the wall, who knows how many days he’s been hiding here—

oi, stop pretending to sleep! I say..."

Her long legs swayed slightly, even in tactical gear, it was hard to hide her tall body ratio—

Under Elliot’s gaze, that foot kicked hard on the man’s "Big Gun!"

Bam!

"Uh!! Damn...!"

"Much better now, how do we handle him? If he’s an unregistered illegal resident, we can just take him out..."

"Cough cough." Elliot interrupted Alina’s words, "No need for your suggestion, bro, how long have you been hiding? Hiding here every day, eating what?"

"Damn~" The man clutched his belly, face contorted, but still answered honestly, "Don’t throw me out...I stocked a lot of food in the warehouse, just in case for such a day..."

"You modified the building structure yourself?"

"It’s just a pipe trench...boss, don’t report me, I’m very capable, if not for the typhoon, my goods wouldn’t have been stuck with me!"

"You want to take this place; I know it best, I can help you work...!"

"Futures lost?"

"Yeah! Damn transport department changed the volume allocation, can’t deliver my goods...damn European Union, today a policy, tomorrow a policy, big enterprises pinch their noses and get through it, but how the hell do small enterprises survive?"

The man evidently despised the European Union, and Elliot’s expression was also a bit odd: "What were you doing before?"

"I said! I was in trade..."

"I mean your position in the company."

"Position? I damn ran the company!" The man was momentarily stunned after hearing, then laughed self-mockingly, raising his voice a few notches, "I ran the company! Boss, you have connections, good for work, people like us can only live one day at a time.

But I’m very hardworking, I can even work 30 days a month! Brother, give me a way to live!"

Elliot watching the man collapsed on his knees became even more uncertain: how is this new world so different from what he knew?

Can someone like this run a company?

[Elliot: Bro, isn’t he scamming us? Running a company doesn’t mean big boss? This dude looks like a bum...]

[Lille: He’s not lying, he was indeed the boss of a former trade logistics company, annual turnover wasn’t small, about five to six million euros.]

[Elliot: Ah? Then why’s he so miserable?]

[Lille: The European Union won’t tell you much about small enterprises; your head seems to need updating on knowledge, running a company isn’t just sitting in a chair counting money.]

[Lille: Especially these small enterprises, they may be more unstable than your previous working life.]

[Elliot: But...]

[Lille: Don’t you feel like you’re as daft as those brain-dead in small network videos? I said it, you insist not, low on power?]

Elliot immediately fell silent, awkwardly scratching his head.

[Lille: Stop scratching! What kind of boss is sneaky and scratching their heads idly?]

[Elliot: Alright...then how do we handle him? By what you said, he really is a talent? Do we...]

[Lille: Have you secretly watched many of the small videos you disdain, thinking you can use a talent you picked up on the road?]

[Lille: Contact Sevens, handle it legally, if he won’t do this job, others will, no need to use a notorious illegal resident.]

[Elliot: ...Oh.]

Following a brief silence, Elliot gestured, "The immigration office will be coming over shortly..."

"What? No..."

Elliot signaled Red Crow, the latter understood, knocking the man out with a punch.

Watching the man sleep in despair, Elliot suddenly had complex thoughts:

It felt a bit cruel—aren’t the villains in Super Dream movies mutual admirers?

Especially recalling what the man said just before, it’s like he’s become someone collaborating in dirty deals with the European Union...

[Elliot: Bro, aren’t those outside the law mutual admirers?]

[Elliot: ’The rise of the Burger King was, to some extent, due to the corruption and incompetence of the Night City authorities, some capable individuals had to seek livelihood outside the law, resisting authority, these people and things are also called Cyberpunk’...]

[Elliot: Isn’t what we’re doing a bit like being bullies under the guise of authority?]

Lille already didn’t want to speak anymore, but Johnny appeared in Elliot’s vision system, wearing a look like he’s watching a fun show:

[Johnny: Yo, doing something with punk spirit to help a coworker and you’re scared stiff; get a decent job and you think your life is too good...]

[Johnny: Where did you see this stuff? In the things you saw, was there anything called ’How Pig Brains are Cultivated’?]

Elliot almost lifted his hand in embarrassment to scratch his head again.

[Elliot: Uh... you saw it in my room before, it’s that... series ’Legend of Night City——Burger King’...]

[Lille: Then you saw it wrong.]