I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

“Is it work?”

Normally I wouldn’t have asked.

Because there is no reason to be unnecessarily interested in other people’s professional life, whether or not something happens nearby.

However, if the subject is Radam in front of you, the story is a little different.

His name is Ravin Haywood.

Angled mechanical appearance, docile features between the metal face joints. A large briefcase held in one hand.

This android, who looked like a schoolboy who would look good with glasses on, was no ordinary office worker.

Even if this place is Dusk City, how can an ordinary office worker carry a smart gun with strict regulations?

He was an agent for a famous agency, a professional mercenary broker.

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Mercenary. Contract killers who work for money, often called ronin people.

City outlaws who, depending on the situation, become bodyguards, assassins, or even gang members.

And Ladam in front of me is a person who made dealing with such Ronin as a profession.

He has a clean and sophisticated impression on the outside, but he is also a person who is deeply immersed in the violent side of the city.

Besides, I’m not sure, but from what I’ve heard, he’s not an ordinary agent, but rather an executive at a fairly high position in the company.

At least it seems to be a team leader or a general manager. If such a person expresses that ‘something has happened,’ don’t you have a feeling that it won’t be normal?

I don’t know what it is, but it must have been something related to the mercenary industry.

Since the opponent is Ladam, it is impossible to know much by appearance alone, but from a quick glance, the appearance was not too bad either.

The shirt collar, which had been neatly angled when I came last time, was disorganized, and the tip of the tie was slightly wrinkled.

It means that something happened on the way or that you came here in a hurry.

I don’t think it’s a minor incident either way. I was embarrassed to say that it happened near here.

It would be nice if it was just my bias… .

“Oh, I guess you haven’t heard the news yet. Our company also has a prohibition clause in place, so I can’t tell you in detail, but it may be noisy around here for a while. Not just here, but all of East Monica.”

“Is that East Monica?”

I put on a furious expression.

I don’t think it’s rain.

East Monica was one of the eight districts of Dusk City, the Eastern borough where I live, the Asian Town.

As there is a lawless sprawl field right next to it, I can’t say it’s safe even with empty words, but it’s still a decent area for people to live in.

Prices are low compared to other districts, transportation is convenient, and the main gangs are friends with their own rules and regulations, such as the Yakuza and Triad.

This is definitely above average in Dusk City.

Right now, our bar, Dragon’s Rare, is located in the middle of East Monica and Sproulfield, isn’t it?

Thankfully, it’s across East Monica, so normal customers come here.

If it had gone to the sprawl field, I would have been serving only crazy psychopaths all day.

That East Monica gets noisy.

I had no choice but to be worried because my place of residence and work were all in this section.

It wouldn’t have mattered if Sprowlfield had said it would be noisy. Because it’s a normal place to be noisy.

Besides, the horse is a block, and considering the sheer size of Dusk City, it was the large East Monica borough that was almost the size of a small city.

If such a thing would cause the whole area to be noisy, how big of a problem would it have been?

Could it be that the remarkably frequent inquisition checks have something to do with this?

Even if I recall the setting in the original, there was nothing to point out.

In the first place, I didn’t care much about the story and played it.

While I was rolling my head like that, Rabin nodded and said.

“Yes. East Monica. You’ll probably be struggling for a few days. Since this place is located at the border of the middle zone, I think a lot of people will come.”

… Do you think a lot of people will come?

This was not very welcome news for me.

What does that have to do with the fact that there was a lot of noise in the first place?

I wanted to ask for a detailed explanation, but Ravin Heywood seemed unwilling to say more.

“Hmm, I was going to drink Tony’s drink today, but he looks ill, so I’d better sit in front of Sei. Can I sit over there?”

“Oh, yes. Sure.”

He doesn’t care about other people’s questions and immediately changes the topic.

To say more than this depends on the company’s provisions or what. Like a Ladam with a mechanical heart, it’s hard to beat.

He walked away like that.

Sitting on the seat on the three side, he scratched his cheeks as he dribbled through the back of his head, who was familiar with making cocktails.

I don’t know what happened, but I hope it doesn’t just spark me.

* * *

you’re going to have a hard time I think a lot of people will come.

I just heard it a few hours ago.

… Are you a prophet?

Is this the power of big data? Artificial intelligence Android-like analysis power?

There were so many people.

Since I started working at Dragon’s Rare, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many customers.

The bar is full and full of people, and there are people queuing outside, but not to that extent.

At least one customer was seated at every table. There are no tables left.

If other guests come here again, it is a plate that should be recommended to join.

okay. Let’s say that until there are many guests.

Usually, it was a common sight for about five or six regulars to sit and drink cocktails leisurely, but well.

Sometimes there are days when so many customers come.

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More jobs, more sales… It’s not such a bad thing because the Dragon president will give you a bonus for saying that you’ve worked hard.

But the problem is that the appearance of the guests doesn’t look all that unusual.

It wasn’t just a naughty-looking neighborhood gangster or thug. All the people sitting at the bar right now are ‘real’.

I wonder if a scene like this would come out if all the villains in a hero movie were put together.

I don’t know what kind of bio-transplantation operation he had, but his skin is all covered in ragged crocodile scales.

The chainsaw man who brought his own big jet engine saw and gave it up after giving it a blunt excuse saying that it wasn’t a weapon, but his own knife, and eventually dedicated it.

A battle cyborg with a destructive visual that replaced one arm with a buster cannon that you’d only see in the Mega Man series instead of a prosthetic.

This is enough to point out just the three that stand out the most.

Other than that, humans are huge, full of all sorts of cyberware mods and artificial muscles.

Even if I pretend to be, ‘I’m in danger. Don’t touch it.’ There were a lot of ronins exuding an aura called

At this point, even if it was a quest to attack Dragon’s Rare, I wondered if it was received as a group.

One of the places where the Dusk mercenary industry has spread the most is Sprowl Field, the lawless area, and therefore Ronin often stopped by here at Dragon’s Rare, which spans Sprowl Field… .

Still, it wasn’t like this.

Not only are some of the guests Ronin, but all of them say, ‘I’m a hitman.’ Are you writing that?

There are no normal human beings except for Mr. Heywood, who came in first, Ladam’s office worker. not one.

Damn, you’re lucky to have a good customer right from the start.

That’s not what I was thinking in my mind.

So, it was a very confusing situation.

As the mercenaries who used to hang out in each neighborhood gather in one place, they get into fights and fights, and I stop them again… .

They say that if you start a fight one more time, you will be kicked out immediately, so it’s only then that it becomes a little quieter… .

I thought it was a little quieter, but now it’s noisy because I’m ordering again.

About half of them have already been to our bar, or have had some drinks even if it’s not ours, so I think they’ve had some cocktail experience.

The other half was a problem.

Wow… What should I do with these facts?

It’s been tens of minutes since I’ve been seated, so I didn’t order a single thing, so I went to see it, and even if I pretended to, I could ask for anything with innocent eyes.

I thought I was a person who didn’t know much about cocktails even if I pretended to, so I ordered a cocktail that is easy for beginners to drink and brought it.

I put up with my anger when I saw people complaining about what kind of alcohol this is, or whether gays and girls were drinking.

Then I asked if he would order another drink, and he asked for a strong and tough drink that real men could drink.

OK. I immediately asked Sei to stop drinking. A guy so strong that it burns his throat after drinking.

I commanded the finished product, and then I was satisfied. He finally brought the right guy for him.

A few minutes later, when I looked again, I couldn’t drink much and was stretched out and collapsed.

Is it that the alcohol is that strong, or the liver of that stupid child is weak?

He received a lot of combat mods in a very flashy way, and apparently neglected the alcohol breakdown-related Bioware.

I’m glad I got the payment in advance just in case. Immediately, he dragged the heavy weight and threw it outside.

It’s already been a dozen by just the number of masses pulled out like this.

ha… tired already

And this was only the beginning.