Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 369 131. I am happy

"How do I know if it's true or not?"

This was Carl's first reaction after he understood what the weapons shop owner meant.

These weapons have obvious signs of use, and have been used by someone, but there is no evidence on the weapons to prove that they were used by celebrities, nor do they look like precious treasures that have no certificates issued specifically for them. They are all weapons that can be mass-produced, so who knows whether these weapons were used by a celebrity or a scavenger?
"I only sell things and introduce them, I don't give evidence."

Facing Carl's questioning, the burly shop owner showed a rather cold attitude, different from the owners of other weapon shops. If his appearance was not deliberately disguised, it could only mean that the burly shop owner really trusted the things in his shop and did not lie.

Carl glanced at him.

Data flows.

The end of polygraph testing based on physiological responses.

He didn't lie, or in his subjective opinion, he didn't lie, but it is not ruled out that he has a special prosthesis to help him adjust.
Now that you have the basic trust, you can give it a try first.

Carl looked at the weapon closest to him, which was a fairly common Constitution Military Defender light machine gun.

This light machine gun is often seen in street gunfights, often used by those who have been modified with gorilla arms and subcutaneous armor. They can even fight one against a hundred in a street gunfight with this gun. Carl has seen a lot of it in past missions;
The light machine gun he noticed was obviously modified by the previous owner. Carl could clearly see from some of its details that it was designed to fit the palm of the hand, which would allow the holder to hold it more steadily when using it.

interesting.

Just by looking at the gun, Carl could imagine the scene of using it.

A mercenary or gang member is facing many enemies alone, holding this kinetic light machine gun and firing wildly while using the strength of his arms to suppress the raised muzzle, facing the bullets coming from the opposite side, and walking straight towards the enemy.

"This gun looks unusual."

Carl looked up at the burly shop owner: "What's the origin of this gun?"

The shopkeeper simply followed Carl's line of sight, glanced casually, and gave a reply: "Have you heard of a legendary mercenary named Sunrise in Night City? This is what the mercenary used."

"sunrise?"

Listening to the owner's pronunciation, Carl compared various languages ​​in his mind and determined that he was saying 'Sunrise', which means sunrise in English.

And Carl happened to be familiar with this name.

Of course Carl had heard of the legendary mercenary Sunrise.

He may not have known it before, but after getting acquainted with the members of Mann's team, he more or less knew some of the past situations of the members of Mann's team.

The father of the siblings Pyrrha and Rebecca was once the legendary mercenary Sunrise in Night City. Although his name may not be as well-known as Carl's now, he was also an unignorable presence in the Afterlife Bar during his active period.

Under his protection, Pyrrha and Rebecca enjoyed a comfortable life, however, with his disappearance, and the disappearance of her mother when Rebecca was six years old, their lives were turned upside down;

His former companions in the Sunrise Squad used all sorts of means to plunder the inheritance he left for his children. Even his bank deposits mysteriously disappeared, leaving the two young children homeless and without support.

Fortunately, among Sunrise's acquaintances, there was a middleman like Okada Wakako who was nostalgic. With her help and support, Pira took care of her sister Rebecca while starting to take stable jobs provided by Okada Wakako on the street. This job provided them with a guarantee of life until they met Mann and joined his team.

The experience involving Pyrrha and Rebecca is not particularly bizarre, nor is it common. It can only be said to be a very ordinary story about street children. However, if this gun was really owned by the mercenary Sunrise, then it would be quite interesting.

"I remember that Mann and his friends seem to be in Dogtown now, so I might as well buy some gifts for them."

Thinking of this, Carl asked about the price of the gun and got a somewhat exaggerated number.

"Ten thousand euros?"

How dare you spend 10,000 euros on a gun you don't even know is real?

Although spending this little money on a familiar friend is nothing, Carl doesn't want to be a sucker. As I said, who knows whether the gun is real or fake.

“If you are not satisfied, you don’t have to buy it.” The burly shopkeeper only said this one sentence. Obviously, he had no intention of giving Carl any discount or explanation. His attitude was that it was up to him to buy it or not.

Carl wasn't sure whether this was due to overconfidence in the authenticity of his goods or just an expression of his attitude, but when he glanced at the remaining weapons the next moment, his gaze paused.

His sight rested on a weapon in the middle of the cloth, it was a pistol.

"Can I pick this thing up and have a look at it?"

"Yes, but no more than thirty seconds."

After getting permission from the burly shop owner, Carl picked up the pistol without hesitation, checked it briefly, and smiled.

"It seems that the items you sell are genuine, shop owner."

Karl's words stunned the shop owner. For the first time, the shop owner, who usually behaved indifferently, showed a puzzled look on his face.

He had always only heard customers wanting to verify the authenticity of something themselves, but this was the first time he had heard a customer actively praise him for selling genuine goods.

Although he was indeed confident that what he sold were genuine products, why did he feel that this customer was more confident than him?

Looking at the pistol in the young customer's hand, the shop owner thought for a moment and then introduced it: "This gun is..."

"No need, I know who this gun belongs to and how much it costs."

The shop owner was interrupted in the middle of his speech and was stunned for a moment. He was even more confused by Carl's behavior that was completely out of the ordinary, but he still subconsciously said the price: "Twenty thousand a bunch. After all, this is..."

“This is KK’s gun, right?”

Carl held the Kenshin in his hand with a smile on his face.

Long time no see, old friend.

Ever since you broke both your arms on that job and disappeared without a trace, I never thought that I would see you again one day.

"Here's thirty thousand euros."

Carl glanced at the shopkeeper, and before the shopkeeper could react, his thirty thousand euros had arrived in his account.

"I haven't mentioned my account yet!"

The shop owner's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he looked at the young man who picked up two guns and wanted to leave, but subconsciously called out to him.

"Wait a moment."

"Well, is there anything else?"

The young man turned his head.

"Don't you think it's expensive?"

"What's expensive?"

Carl smiled brightly.

"Do you think you're better at spending money than me?"

A mere 20,000 euros is nothing compared to a meeting with an old friend. After all, if it weren't for this sturdy man or the person who bought the gun behind the scenes to find the gun for him from some ruins, Carl would have missed this old friend with some memories. For the sake of this meeting, even if the gun is his, what's the harm in giving 20,000 euros?

There should be some reward for lost and found, as for why 20,000 is given, I can only say.
My pleasure.

(End of this chapter)