Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 941, Section 151: New Security
"The 'Roaming AI,' the Night Corporation."

After the incident at the Vortex Gang's location was over, Jefferson Peralez listened to everything Carl told him upon his return and sat silently on his sofa at home.

He pondered all of this, and finally sighed.

"Anyway, I think I need to move."

Jefferson Perales said, looking at Carl, "These things can't be resolved in a short time. Let's start with what's right now."

"That's a good point."

Carl smiled. "Need me to recommend an address? Although I've never been a real estate agent, I still know a few good places, at least..."

Carl looked around at the house, which had been ransacked: "At least it's safer than this place."

Jefferson Perales's gaze fell on the surveillance equipment piled up on the ground, almost forming a small mountain. He agreed with Carl's words, nodded, and said:
"I also need a professional security team."

"I have experience as an intermediary."

Carl wasn't surprised; Jefferson Perales certainly needs a bodyguard team that can protect him and give him peace of mind.

Carl thought about the people he knew.

The first thing that came to mind was someone I had recommended before, like Brown, a mercenary who would be reborn after death, since they were the ones protecting the Kree right now. However, after a moment's thought, I rejected that idea.

Brown's team is one of the few mercenary teams that specializes in guard duties. There aren't many teams like them, and even if there were, Karl wasn't that familiar with them.

Animal Gang?
Those guys are professional, and Carl has connections with the Savage King who can hire them as bodyguards. I'm sure those muscular men and women who can't get high-paying bodyguard jobs would be quite happy to do so, but what about the Animal Gang's brains?
This job isn't suitable.

It's not that Carl looks down on the intelligence of the Animal Gang members; there are some smart people among them, but their numbers are roughly the same as those in the Animal Gang who don't take supplements. Simply put, they're the group whose brains haven't been damaged by excessive training, and whose heads aren't too sharp.

These people are indeed very suitable to be bodyguards, but this matter is quite complicated. It's not just about needing bodyguards to keep watch; it also requires some brains, so they are not suitable for the job.

Although the Savage King really wanted Karl to recommend some jobs, this one just wasn't suitable. Occasional perimeter security work could be assigned to them, but close-quarters security...
After much deliberation, Carl realized that there was only one option that could put his mind at ease.

"You probably don't mind hiring my people, do you?"

Carl said, "Although we are also short-staffed in Dogtown, we can still squeeze out some people to protect you. Considering that Miss Zechi will be living in Dogtown permanently in the future, Mr. Jefferson, the number of security personnel needed for the two of you is not large."

Although Carl could calculate the number of people very clearly, he still subconsciously counted on his fingers for Jefferson Perales:
"I can probably arrange four professional security personnel for you, two highly skilled hackers from the Dogtown gang, and six former guards of the Ghosthounds, for a total of twelve people."
The price won't be too high, and I can guarantee their loyalty; they're all reliable people I've personally selected. Then I'll recommend some professional animal bodyguards who need more staff for your presentations. That should roughly constitute a basic security team.

As he spoke, Carl glanced at Jefferson Perales: "They're almost all my men, Mr. Jefferson, you shouldn't mind, right?"

“Although my mind is still a little foggy, I can still distinguish between good intentions and bad ones. You saved me, you saved my family, what else could I possibly worry about? In fact, I only feel at ease when everyone is on your side.” Jefferson-Perales understood that this was a well-considered decision by Carl. For Jefferson-Perales, who was already planning to find a way to hire Carl’s people to protect him, this was exactly what he wanted. He was overjoyed and would never object.

"I understand. I'll have someone contact you later, and I'll give you a shortlist of candidates for you to choose from, Mr. Jefferson. Well, considering this is my first time handling this kind of bodyguard job, I'll give you a 20% discount. You only need to pay 80% of the original price for the first two months, and then it will be the original price."

This was Carl's first time doing this kind of temporary work, so he didn't have much experience. But he had been to shops and markets before, and those shops would usually give new customers a discount in the hopes that they would come back for a long time, so Carl learned to do it properly.

However, Karl only set a preliminary plan for this matter; the specifics would have to be handled by his subordinates.

When it comes to business, he's not exactly a professional; in fact, he's more like...
With professionals present, he really didn't need to demonstrate any business acumen.

Carl looked at Zechi, who was listening quietly beside him, and said, "Miss Zechi, please take a look at the relevant employment contract. Please make this your first task when you start work."

".I?"

Zechi, who was listening nearby, suddenly realized that she was Karl's legal advisor, and this was indeed her job to review and draft the relevant clauses.

However, I didn't expect that I would have a job booked before I even officially started working. The first job I got was a contract with my own parents.

As a professional, Zechi certainly wouldn't let any emotional factors interfere with this matter. She nodded solemnly and looked at her father: "I will sign the terms very carefully and will absolutely not allow any omissions."

In other words, there will absolutely not be a single penny less, or any possibility that Jefferson could exploit a loophole to pay less than a penny.

Although he hadn't planned on doing this, Jefferson Peralez still felt a strange sensation being stared at so intently by his daughter.

Isn't this a feeling that every father has: daughters grow up and leave no trace?
His own daughter hasn't even started working officially yet, and he's already getting serious and preparing a clause that he can't exploit.

Just as Jefferson Perales was about to say something, he heard a slight noise beside him.

"Well"

Those were the groggy sounds a person makes as they gradually regain consciousness.

Instantly, everyone's attention turned to Jefferson Perarez.

Because the person next to him who was about to wake up was Elizabeth Perares.

In the brain diagram that Carl brought back, she was the person with the most blue blocks, indicating that her memories had been most severely altered.

(End of this chapter)