Chapter 369 Opponent

There are only three mercenaries left in total, Lucas, Anna and Uncle Hardcore.

The first two were caught by David on the night of the raid, and the latter one was caught by the Burger King trio before.

The identities of Lucas and Anna are clear, but the identity of the hard-core uncle is not yet clear——

But soon Leal got his identity information from Bryce:

This person has participated in many conflicts on the border between the European Community and the Soviet Union. Compared to urban mercenaries, he is closer to a battlefield mercenary.

This is also where the whole of Europe is different from special cities like Night City.

Many of their conflicts will take place on the border, but because of their strong fighting ability, they will find more jobs of this type.

Only mercenaries who are nimble in their work, quick in thinking, capable in means, and able to meet the requirements of special tasks can barely survive in the city.

He had been in this little basement for nearly a week since Lille caught him on Martin Luther Street.

He is only provided with the nutrients necessary for survival through an auto-injector every day, and is relatively starved.

Since Leal knocked him out through hacking, the damage to his neural components will cause him to suffer from mild brain fog when thinking about problems.

Hearing the knock on the door, he was stunned for a moment and stared at the door suspiciously, but when he saw Anna and Lucas thrown in from the door, he suddenly felt despair——

This is the end of the calf, all destroyed.

Lille looked at the last three survivors among the enemies and felt a little emotional in his heart:

If these mercenaries were more efficient in cooperation, the situation might be really different.

Does the mercenary gang really have no chance of winning? Of course not, on the contrary, they had many chances to win.

First there was the robbery at the Dew Drop Hotel, and if they had only wanted to take out the sergeant, they would have done it long ago.

But they wanted to take down Burger King along the way, but the battle went too fast, and the Sixth Street Gang traitors and hardcore uncles in the room couldn't even hold on for 30 seconds.

If the temporary commander decided to continue the ambush at this time, at least one of the three Burger Kings would be seriously injured.

Even if they retreat, if they unite as one and retreat immediately without exposing their backhand, they still have a lot of room for maneuver.

It's a pity that they chose the worst move every time, causing their winning rate to plummet step by step.

After all, they are still too amateurish. This group is more likely to be a temporary team formed by Muramasa and Masamune, and the captain cannot suppress the others at all.

They are all mercenaries from all over the world, and their reputation levels are similar. One or two inconsistencies in their thinking will have serious consequences.

Uncle Hardcore watched blankly as Leal closed the door - there was no one else behind.

"Only these two people survived?"

"Yes, you three may not be the strongest among the group, but you are definitely the luckiest. Congratulations."

Lear clapped his hands and sat across from his hard-core uncle, folding his hands: "We are all mercenaries. Let me put it bluntly. How much do you know about your client?"

"Not much." The man shook his head, feeling a little scared.

Although everyone is not convinced by each other, there are no newcomers in the temporary team, they are all veterans who have been famous for a long time.

Only 3 survived?

What a cruel attack.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly inspired. It seemed that the specific information dispelled the brain fog and stimulated the brain.

He added hastily: "All I know is that his name is Masamune, and that he promised me a great gun, the one you took."

"that's it?"

"That's all." The hard-core uncle shook his head miserably and smiled slightly, "Damn it, I wouldn't have done this if I had known better."

As if to make Lear feel that his information was quite valuable, his mind raced and he began to recall the details after he came to Night City.

"I arrived in Night City two weeks ago. I'm not familiar with the place and can't find a suitable middleman.

Originally, the first person who assigned me a job was Su Shihua. I suspect they were targeting me as early as when I crossed the border, Su Ka.

I don’t know if it’s the same here, but I have no intention of accepting their commission in an unfamiliar city.

I planned to make a name for myself first and find a middleman to help me, and then Zhengzong came to my door.

He sounded like a Japanese, offered me a good deal, and promised me a very nice pistol, up front.

Who do you think can refuse such a thing? I decided to have a fight with him first, but I didn’t expect that you would

Brother, I really surrendered to you. We are all mercenaries. There is no need to kill them all, right? "

"I put the gun away. How many coins do you still have in your pocket?"

[Transfer: +13042 Euros]

[Balance: 23042 euros]

The hard-core uncle transferred the money very wisely, and there were some odd parts and some round ones.

Lille thought for a while, but still had no intention of killing them all.

First of all, everyone is mercenaries. Now that the battle is over, there is actually no big hatred.

Speaking of great feuds

Lear suddenly asked: "There are not many good friends of yours among the dead, right?"

The hard-core uncle hesitated for a moment. He smelled the smell of danger. It seemed that if he said yes, this kind-faced young man would send himself to meet those people in the next second.

But after thinking about it, he decided to make it as clear as possible: "Well, I don't have any good friends, but I do know someone. If you are sure that he is dead - the sniper."

Um?

Leal raised his eyebrows.

The hard-core uncle continued: "His real name is Simon Kerskinen. He and I are not friends. We have fought many times. I dare say he is the most difficult sniper I have ever seen and has the worst temper. Finn."

"So you gave your life to your opponent?"

The sturdy man smiled, not a bitter smile this time.

On the contrary, there is a kind of subtle male pride.

"As much as I hate this idiot, I can rest assured that he will provide me with support." After finishing speaking, he became a little frustrated, "But unfortunately, I should lose this time, if I can hold on a little longer."

If he had held on a little longer, things might have been different.

So this is still a respectable opponent - to be honest, the sniper's impatience makes Lille doubt his professionalism.

But now, it all makes sense: the sniper apparently has a subtle attitude towards his old rival.

He also believed that his old rival could complete the task.

Lille finally asked a question: "He seems to have killed some big shots. Do you know what happened?"

"I know." The hard-core uncle nodded, "A nobleman killed his daughter while driving on the street, and was found not guilty in a private trial.

Then he took action - it even took him a long, long time to find out that the murderer was the nobleman. I remember that this nobleman also had a wife, but he missed it. "

"How did you know?"

“Once we fought on the Finnish border and chased each other in the snow for 14 days. In the end, I killed his employer’s people and he killed my employer’s people.

No one paid, so we shook hands and made peace - because if we didn't go back to the prosthetist, we would both die.

We were so bored on the way back that we started chatting. "

Uncle Hardcore paused: "So how did he die?"

"Three shots were empty. When I was about to fire the fourth shot, I took it down."

The hard-core uncle chewed on these words, and then said slowly: "Then I won't lose unfairly."

[Bryce: The car has arrived. 】

Lille took one last look at the three people: "In this case, the matter is settled, I can introduce you to some intermediaries.

But I still want to remind you that Night City is different from other places, and you owe me a favor. "