Sapphire Blue, Colonel Hansen's snake den.
"I hope I don't cause you any trouble... Uh-huh, I'll take care of it, don't worry."
Kurt Hansen, concealed in the shadows, hung up the phone with the Night City official. As a businessman, he could talk about anything, even a large-scale fight, as it was part of business risk.
Remember the domain name of the first website: 𝕥𝕨𝕜𝕒𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞.
We need to manage the impact well and take revenge.
This requires the assistance of the politicians in Night City.
Logan Lane, who was detained, could only lower his head. In the distance, Colonel Hansen's military boots were slowly approaching on the clean and tidy floor.
"Let him go; our friend's bones are still broken."
Logan lightly shook his sore arm, his eyes firm, but the sweat on his forehead kept betraying him.
I hope that the panel didn't lie to me.
The man in the neat military T-shirt had a cold look in his eyes. He was strong and powerful. He glanced at the other two ghost dogs who were escorted here with Logan -
oh no, the defeated dogs who had broken their tails and escaped.
"Tell me, you should know what's going on."
Logan took a deep breath, "Colonel, it was an attack by the Cyberpunk team."
This wasn't a lie. This cold-blooded warlord had a strong ability for reconnaissance and interrogation, and Logan didn't want to reveal more information.
"Of course, I know, kid." Colonel Hansen pointed his finger at Logan's chest. "You should have waited until our support troops arrived. What do you think?"
Are you going to accuse me of desertion?
Logan swallowed hard and clenched his fist unconsciously.
Colonel Hansen signaled with his eyes, and the soldier behind Logan hesitated but, under pressure, placed his hand on Logan's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, buddy."
Logan's mind was working frantically. The Cyberpunk team, the soldiers from Dogtown, the convoy transporting a large number of weapons and equipment -
damn, there must be some information that he didn't notice.
"Wait, Colonel Hansen!"
Logan took a step forward, and two black gun muzzles immediately pressed against his broken ribs, causing his expression to twist.
"The Cyberpunks aren't here to steal the goods at all; they're just sabotaging and attacking us by surprise!"
"A group of mercenaries doesn't need to arm themselves with these brand-new company goods."
"You have to consider whether someone else is behind this!"
Colonel Hansen immediately stretched out his hand, "Let him finish."
Logan hurriedly replied, "Almost all the equipment purchased this time is from Arasaka. It has been transferred three times. How could the route be easily known by the Cyberpunks?"
"It's just business matters, Colonel Hansen! This batch of goods is the company's property. They can't let their own people profit from the price difference. This... is a revenge action!"
Colonel Hansen listened and took a swig of the whiskey in his hand.
The alcohol-laden breath sprayed on Logan's face, and Hansen looked at his subordinate with the eyes of a wild wolf.
"Bring that guy up."
The Nether Dogs dragged a dead dog-like man over. It wasn't until the man was thrown to the ground that Logan found out who it was.
If it weren't for the fancy Nether Dog tattoo, he would never have dared to imagine that this soldier, with a nearly smashed head, was Jack!
"Deserter."
Colonel Hansen's voice was full of disgust. He stretched out his foot and kicked Jack, whose throat was still making a sound. The poor guy couldn't hear anything he said.
"He wanted to leave this paradise. Guess who sold the information?"
Logan suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Jack sold the information?
"You know, I'm lazy. I don't want to check whether you and he are in the same boat, but you should be thankful that this guy confessed to selling intelligence."
"You and he are very good friends, eating and living together; we should kill you together - but now I am willing to give you a chance."
Logan had been standing straight since he came in. Even when he looked at Jack, he only glanced. Hansen was a little interested in the guy in front of him.
Huh, it's truly the way cyberpunks do things.
Today you sell me out; tomorrow, I stab you in the back. God knows whether your "good buddy" is a human or a ghost.
Hansen took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Jack, who was lying on the ground.
He knew that this young soldier named Logan did not participate in the process of selling intelligence, but he was still willing to use both kindness and force. People's hearts are pulled up by a little kindness between life and death.
This former soldier of military technology understands this truth.
"Bang!"
The gunshot that pierced the eardrum made Logan's body tremble slightly.
Hansen's gun fired three times, and when Logan opened his eyes, the muzzle of the gun, steaming, was right on his head.
Gulp.
Logan looked at Hansen, knowing he couldn't back down. If he backed down, Hansen wouldn't mind having one less Nether Dog to do his work for him.
"Go to an old friend of mine with a heavy heart, and any trace of you in the Nether Dog will disappear."
"Help me, kid. Someone has to give me an explanation for this batch of goods, right?"
He put away the gun, and the soldier behind him patted him on the shoulder. Only then did Logan take a stiff step and leave Bobby Shields.
Standing in the elevator, Logan's legs felt weak. The aftereffects of the pain editor and the stinging pain of the fracture made him barely stand by holding the handrail of the elevator.
"Hey, Logan. Maybe it's not that bad."
It was the soldier who reminded him to be flexible, Otto.
"No ghost dog in Dogtown is willing to leave the barracks. You know, one day when you are sleeping well at home, there will be residents who come to take revenge." The ghost dogs are notoriously harsh on the residents of Dogtown. It is inevitable that they will be retaliated against after shedding this layer of protection.
Secondly, the suspension of military pay is also a significant issue. Otto seems to be comforting but, in fact, seems to be destroying the confidence of others.
For those who are used to living in luxury, having no money is a matter of life and death.
"But I believe in you, kid! This is not a problem for you. Hansen's gun was pointed at your forehead just now, and you dared to look at him? You have guts!"
Just like the name of the place he was going to, Logan is now "heavy-hearted."
Was he fired?
But listening to what Hansen said, it seems that he has to do something for him.
Everything is a mess. No one will let a low-ranking soldier know the whole picture of the matter. This is reality, and Logan recognizes it clearly.
After all, the God's perspective is limited to players, not living NPCs.
[The character "Kurt Hansen"'s favorability has been updated]
[Favorability: 10 (Do a good job for your boss, and don't let your head hang on your belt. This is not the first or second time)]
[Reward: All attributes +1, get the opportunity to contact other legendary characters.]
[Special reminder: From now on, you have to do things and shoulder them by yourself.]
[Except for rewards, this panel will no longer provide any task guidance. Goodbye.]
The "backbone" that supported Logan was completely broken.
Otto saw that Logan was about to collapse and hurriedly reached out to support him, taking out a can of [Qinglizhi] from his waist and pressing it to Logan's mouth.
It was too dark; even the panel played the backstab trick.
As the medicine was inhaled, Logan's tense nerves completely relaxed.
"Logan! Logan! Okay... you need to rest..."
Otto's voice gradually became blurred, and Logan's eyes fell into darkness.
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