Chapter 273 Why Does the Elder Brother Have a Bit of a Style when Eating?

Back to business.

Since Lear didn't shake hands as soon as his head got hot, it was impossible for Jefferson to continue to stick to his cold butt.

Secondly, from the moment he entered the game to now, combined with Lille's performance, if he shook hands excitedly, there would be a problem.

Then we have to consider whether this mercenary is dishonest and has other agendas.

"That's fine." Jefferson withdrew his hand and started cutting the steak.

This is authentic beef taken from live cows.

Jack and V had already finished eating, and watched eagerly as Jefferson cut the meat with a knife and fork--

They didn't cut the meat. They thought the napkin beside the table was used to hold the meat, and wondered what the knife beside it was for.

I thought it was really elegant to put paper towels on your hands to eat.

Seeing this scene, Jack leaned back slightly and winked at V, who immediately sent a text message.

But here, short-range communication signals will be intercepted.

The police siren blared nearby, and Jefferson paused while cutting meat.

It was very difficult for him to hold back just now!

Lille's conversation with him was so high-end, why were the two guys next to him eating like crazy?

And it seems that they still think they have good taste!

But now that the alarm has gone off, how should he react! !

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.

Lear calmly reached out and operated the console to turn off the alarm.

"Well"

"When it comes to business matters, we are all on our own."

Jefferson was ashamed, but he still pretended to be calm and maintained the elegance of the conversation: "Okay. Since you are a smart man and very honest, I will tell you directly. I hope you can help me deal with the Whirlpool Gang."

Leer's mind immediately turned around.

He picked up the napkin on the table and picked up the steak. While chewing, he said: "You saw that we made the Tiger Claw Gang submissive, so you want us to use the same method to deal with the Whirlpool Gang and give them a scratch." The right path."

Jefferson nodded: "I never thought that the crime rate in Westbrook would be greatly reduced because of mercenaries, but this is the reality.

Not only did you cripple the Tiger Claws, you also sent a message to other gangs and criminals: there are certain jobs you can't do.

It's different from the papery laws in Night City. Although you don't have any explicit provisions, they are all afraid of you.

Night City doesn’t know the details, and I don’t know the details either. Outsiders can only see that you have done incredible things one after another.

Every time something happens, the ugliness of the company, NCPD or gang is exposed and crushed. You guys are simply legends! "

Jack and V, who were still embarrassed just now, nodded slightly.

That’s it, say more.

Leal followed Jefferson's lead and explained his thoughts: "Let them restrain their behavior and reduce the crime rate, so that the city council will reconsider the necessity of this policy.

Military technology can only support you wholeheartedly, rather than relying on Ryan's promise. "

"Yes, the support of military technology will be the last straw for Ryan."

Lear gnawed another piece of meat and said while chewing: "What exactly is it?"

“You are experts on this, and I heard that you like commissions with a high degree of freedom.

So my condition is that every time you kill a Uzumaki gang that has a bounty on it, I will pay the same additional reward.

At the same time, for every percentage point the crime rate drops, I will pay you a bonus of 100,000 euros. "

Lear smiled: "Do you think we are wishing machines?"

Being free to work like this is indeed freedom, but...

The decrease in the crime rate is an issue in the field of public safety. They really treat the three of them as a professional security team!

This commission is too rough.

Jefferson could only smile bitterly: "I'm not familiar with things between gangs, so I can only think of this method.

To be more specific, I only know that the Uzumaki Gang has a large number of illegally modified prosthetics, and there is also a Black Mewtwo industrial chain, and they are bold enough to attack military technology convoys.

They have the same bottom line as the Tiger Claw Gang - no, they have no bottom line and are more cruel than the Tiger Claw Gang, otherwise I wouldn't have to look for you.

Why don't you just kill the leader of the Uzumaki Gang and replace him with an obedient one? "

Leer was speechless.

Jefferson was indeed a good political player, but when it came to specifically dealing with gangs, he was blind.

And it's not just an ordinary blind person, even Jack and V are a little confused like this.

This elite seems to really have no understanding of gang affairs.

It turns out that he really wasn't bragging, and that he didn't accept black money from companies and gangs. It was probably true. At first glance, he didn't look like someone who was clear about such things.

After Lille finished his steak, he ordered some vegetable salad, thinking that the salad in 2076 would still taste terrible.

After eating for a while, Lille said: "Let's do this. You pay 100,000 euros in advance and I will think of a way."

"Can."

At this point, V couldn't sit still anymore, and she said bluntly: "Wait a minute, are you going to give us the money like this? Aren't you afraid that we will take the money and run away?"

Jefferson shook his head: "It's normal to pay a down payment before starting a job, and I believe you won't lose your credibility just for 100,000 yuan."

Leal wiped his mouth.

"Just because of your attitude, I guarantee that you will exceed your quota."

"That's it for today." Jefferson wiped his hands and pinched his eyebrows, "I'm glad to meet you.

I feel like I have a headache. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working too much overtime recently.

If you don't mind, I may need to leave early. "

Lear nodded: "Of course."

Jefferson showed a tired expression, stood up and left the room.

He walked out of the room, took out a small vial of stimulant from his pocket, and injected it into his arm.

"Why do I always have a headache lately?"

Sitting down, he thought of the scene where the three of them were eating steaks, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

Needless to say, the big shot and the king were typical low-class people and street boys with no brains. It was not surprising that they would do such a thing.

But Burger King, Jefferson didn't think Leal was an illiterate who couldn't eat steak with a knife and fork.

But for some reason, he just thought this was pretty good.

At this moment, the pain intensified, so he grabbed the pneumatic syringe at hand and gave himself a little more stimulant.

As the stimulant entered his body, he let out a long sigh.

"well"

Downstairs, Yan Yan watched the floating vehicle leave, and V asked:

"I asked, why does our mayoral candidate feel so weird?"

Jack also nodded: "He said it well before, but why couldn't he fart for a long time?"

"Can you two let me go?"

Leer's head was covered with big bumps, and he was surrounded by men on the left and right. He was caught in the middle and could not move.

"No!" they both said in unison!

Jack hated iron and said: "Mano, this is not interesting enough! You just watch us eat with our hands?!"

V was also aggrieved: "I think you need to deal with it."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

There is no surveillance inside, and the recording function of the prosthetic eye is also turned off! "

"Such a big living person still likes politicians. He still remembers it in his mind!"

"Are you stupid? How could he take it out and talk nonsense!"

In Lear's frightened eyes, two big hands were only a finger away from his head.

"Wrong, wrong! I didn't know you would eat it with your hands! Wouldn't it make you look weirder if I taught you on the spot!"

After thinking about it, yes.

Now the three of them are fools who grab steaks with their hands.

If you think about it carefully, this isn't actually very stupid. After all, Lille has been arrested, so he looks quite fierce, right?

Lille added: "Brother, what's wrong with having a little bit of style when eating!"

V thought for a moment and looked at Jack, who also looked at her.

So, V reluctantly let go of Leal and hit him on the head.

"Okay, just because you don't want to go solo, let's talk about the next thing.

This politician is so generous with his money, 100,000 euros in one fell swoop. He is indeed a guy on a floating car, extremely rich. "

Lille rubbed his head: "Not only is he extremely rich, his diploma is worth 27 million. I'll find someone to ask about the rest of the matter."

"so much!"

Both of them opened their eyes wide!

"Okay, don't make a fuss"

Lear walked quickly ahead, while Jack and V counted on their fingers.

Jack murmured to himself: "Why are rich people and their habits so strange? I was still wondering at first why there was such a small knife on the dining table."

V was convinced: "I thought it was for fighting after the negotiations broke down. I thought they were quite restrained."

Lear held his forehead and said, "You two, it's better to find some serious books to read."

Just then, the message came.

[Sender: Meredith Stout]

[Meredith: I'm so disappointed that you haven't come to me yet. 】

[Burger King: Got a new job? 】

【Meredith:】

[Meredith: Well, I do have a new job for you, a bit sensitive, interview. 】

[Burger King: Any tips? 】

[Meredith: Remember the guy who robbed the company's fleet on the Outlaw? 】

I remember that so well, it was Lille who snatched it.

So Meredith wanted him to rob the company's fleet.

Maybe it's military technology.

The more connections there are, the better. A plan began to take shape in Lille's head.