"No, I an, did I say sothing wrong?"
Carter is now panicking badly
Nerves, huh!
If this equipnt is really so sensitive, then don’t put it out here!
If it’s out here, fine, but why put it in a bar as a bartender?
And why should I know the na of this equipnt!
I’m not supposed to know, right!
What kind of secrecy is this, are you out of your mind!
"Sorry, custor, this guy’s out of his mind."
Alright, here cos the doctor.
A sudden silver-haired Natural Curl punched the wig on the back of the head and roared
"Are you brain-dead? If you’re a bartender, just be a good bartender! Don’t drive away custors or stir up trouble!"
The wig touched the back of his head and righteously roared back
"No way! This guy said he doesn’t even know the Dangerous Wanderer! How can I stand it!"
"This is in Night City (ga), he’s an NPC, how could he know the Dangerous Wanderer! You idiot!!!"
Only then did the wig snap out of it, looking suddenly enlightened
"Ah! Right!"
Then he laughed and apologized to Carter
"Sorry, sorry, custor, I was abrupt just now."
And then suddenly leaned close to Carter, giving him a start
"Let quietly reveal a little secret to you."
He pointed at the Dangerous Wanderer controlled by Nina and said
"This guy is the third generation of the Hunter Plan, and it’s the most handso one."
What!
The Hunter Plan!
Such an important piece of information was just told to like that?
Carter was dumbfounded, not knowing whether he should believe it or not.
But isn’t this guy in front of a bit too out of line?
But the wig didn’t care and continued to ramble on
"It was built at our Anchorage Base in Alaska, I still rember the day it exited the cabin... it was so cool."
He sounded very matter-of-fact, with a tone so serious that Carter couldn’t help but believe it a little.
Alaska
Isn’t that a no-man’s land?
Originally that piece of United States territory had few people, and after the split, no one managed it anymore, even casinos went bankrupt.
Anchorage Base...
These people actually built a base there?
Carter opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.
Then the wig continued like a treasure trove
"The control system is Blue Star Fire 4.1, the jet port on its back can control the ch to dash at high speed through airflow, under its ribs there’s liquid nitrogen coolant, which can be quickly sprayed to freeze enemies if needed, elbows have fla throwers for charged punches."
"Just one word... cool～～"
Seeing the other talking with such vivid details, Carter couldn’t help but believe it a bit more
He asked in a low voice
"Then why would you send such impressive equipnt to a bar?"
He couldn’t figure it out, Carter really couldn’t figure it out.
But nonsense, it would be a miracle if he could even understand, even if he brought his boss Jenkins over.
"Of course it’s because it’s outdated."
The wig waved regretfully
"We’re already on the fifth generation, Wanderer is outdated, our Eureka Raider will soon be out."
What!
Already on the fifth generation?
"In a few days you can see my Eureka appear in this bar."
"Ah, my Eureka!"
The wig was already fantasizing about dancing in the bar with the Eureka Raider, moving around and spinning at the bar.
"And Chernobyl Alpha, Crimson Typhoon, Tango Wolf... I want them all!!"
In his fantasy, the surrounding chs increased in number, switching dance partners one by one
Muttering incessantly at such a speed that Carter almost couldn’t rember it all
That many?
You guys have that many products?
Why have I never heard of them before?
Is sending them to the bar as waitstaff a new marketing strategy?
Big news!
Truly big news!
"Custor, your Laoshan snake grass water."
Nia, bringing over the drink, was already speechless, thinking that having her idiot sister suffer alone was enough, but this group actually had prepared her a new set.
Seriously...
Not happy at all...
"Ah, thank you."
Carter took the glass from the tray and took a sip
Pfft!!!
Who the hell soaked a rotten straw mat in water?
Carter, embarrassed, had tried many heavy-flavored drinks in Night City, but it was his first ti tasting sothing like this.
While it’s not undrinkably bad, that rotten straw mat taste was just way too intense.
He looked at the wig across from him, who was sprayed in the face, and awkwardly said
"Sor... sorry."
The wig just wiped it off and said, "Don’t mind, you’re not the first one."
At least it’s better than cherry-flavored cola, way better than red scream.
You never know where the drink-making players in the kitchen would apply their weird sense of humor.
Yet, according to the bar’s rules, they had to put these things on the shelf.
Luckily, players know what can and can’t be drunk, only those NPCs wanting to try new things suffer.
But it’s fine.
Carter, wildly joyful inside, felt like he had gathered enough intel, valuable regardless of its truth, enough to report back.
Paid the bill gladly and then ran away.
Of course, before leaving, he didn’t forget to plant a bug under the bar.
If he wasn’t worried about being caught and lacking ti, he would have set up a few surveillance caras.
It’s just that when he was about to leave, he bumped into a custor trying to enter.
The other person was quite burly, and Carter actually staggered backward from the impact.
Looking up
An unremarkable black man, carrying a shotgun on his back
But for so reason, Carter got goosebumps all over.
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