People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

"..."

no respond.

Didn't even look at him.

This guy...

"Tsk, are you looking for trouble?"

David's eyes slowly narrowed into a dangerous arc.

However, before he could do anything, Rogge's voice came from inside.

"Let him in."

The big fool made way for him like a robot receiving orders.

But David didn't go in, still staring at the big guy.

"Come in, he's just a bodyguard, just doing his job, there's no need to get angry with him."

Only after Rogge inside said this did he slowly walk in.

Without any intention of being polite, he sat down opposite Rogge with great determination.

Like the ordinary private rooms around here, there was nothing special about it. If someone didn't know Rogge, they would probably think this ordinary-looking woman was an unknown person who got drunk here.

But unfortunately, everyone who can come here knows this noble Queen of the afterlife.

However, before Rogge could speak, David took the lead in complaining, "Ms. Rogge, I think you should change your bodyguard. Look at your status, the queen of the next life, how can you hire a guy who doesn't even have good eyesight?"

He didn't consider himself an outsider at all, and even picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, making a refreshing sound.

Seeing his look, Roger didn't say anything, but just smiled as usual.

"I don't feel there's anything wrong with this bodyguard. But you, you made quite a big fuss this time."

"How to say?"

"Biotechnology, Sashatang Yakovleva, do you need me to continue?" Rogge also picked up another wine glass from the stage and looked at him with a meaningful smile.

"Oh, you're talking about this..."

David shrugged helplessly and told everything without hiding anything.

"To be honest, this incident was not caused by me. I just helped others by chance."

At this point, his voice suddenly paused, and he said in a somewhat exaggerated tone: "But having said that, your intelligence network is really extensive. You are worthy of being the underground queen of Night City."

Since this mentions Sasha, it means that this woman knows that Sasha is still alive.

What's more, behind Rogge stands military technology, which is so closely related to biotechnology that they are like the same pair of pants.

Now I can still sit here and chat with him, which means I know the whole process and the outcome of the incident.

"But since you mentioned this matter, and mentioned it in front of me... What, are you scared? Are you afraid that the biotech people will come to your door?"

"Ah...."

Normally, if someone spoke to Rogge like this, he would either not see the sunrise tomorrow or be thrown out to die on the spot.

However, this time, Rogge's reaction was a little different. Not only was he not angry at all, but he actually laughed.

"David...young man, you are really brave...but judging from your appearance, you don't come here to provoke me for no reason."

Suddenly he put down the wine glass in his hand and continued, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

There wasn't a trace of tension or anger on her face, only more satisfaction.

Although they have collaborated several times and have dealt with each other a few times, they are not that familiar with each other.

This might be the first time for such a tense chat, but it definitely won’t be the last.

"Well, before that, I want to give you a piece of advice."

"Give me advice?"

Rogge's expression gradually became subtle, with a fake smile on his face, which looked a little creepy.

If the aura David exuded was like a wild beast that was ready to eat its prey, or a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, then Rogge exuded an inexplicable sinister aura all over his body, like a fox, a thorough old fox who might bite you at any time.

Maybe a fox cannot defeat a ferocious beast, but there is no problem in biting you when you are not paying attention and tearing off a piece of meat.

"Don't look at me like that." David said helplessly, "You will definitely thank me after I finish speaking."

"Then tell me about it."

Roger glanced at him, picked up the glass again, put the rim of the glass in his mouth, and took a sip.

"It's about biotech stocks. If you have any of their stocks, I advise you to sell them quickly. In the near future, biotech stocks will definitely plummet."

Rogge frowned slightly when he heard this, then seemed to have thought of something, and then relaxed his brows.

"It looks like Sasha got what she needed."

"Yes, that's one of the two things I came to see you about."

David picked up the wine bottle in the middle and refilled his empty glass while talking.

He looked at the crystal clear liquid shaking slowly in the glass and curled the corners of his mouth.

"How about this matter? Does it suit your taste, Ms. Roger?"

"Tell me, what do you want?" Rogge wasted no time and went straight to the point without any intention of beating around the bush.

"Not much. I only want one tenth of the value of your stocks."

"You're asking for a lot, David."

"You can't say that. If I hadn't reminded you, you would have lost all your stocks, right?"

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "However, your Queen Rogge's family is so wealthy that you will definitely not be short of this little money, right?"

Although he really wanted to get Nancy's contact information, it would be a big loss to exchange this kind of information for a contact number.

What's more, this is a golden opportunity to blackmail Rogge, how could he let it go?

He just didn't believe that Rogge, who was from the military technology side, would not have biotechnology stocks in his hands.

This can also be regarded as a way for Sasha to get back her position here and collect the commission fee at the same time.

"Well, good, you succeeded in convincing me."

After a brief thought, Roger decided to accept the deal.

There was a flash of orange light in her pupils, and it seemed that she was selling stocks. At the same time, there was an extra sum of money in his account.

"Oh my goodness, one million?!!!"

After seeing the extra amount, he couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.

Originally, he thought that Rogge would only spend one or two hundred thousand, but it turned out to be ten times more!

She is truly worthy of being the queen of the afterlife, with such great wealth and power that I guess no other middleman could come up with such a large sum of money.

"Okay, now tell me another story."

Rogge took a sip of wine nonchalantly, as if the one million he just spent was just one dollar.

However, what David said does make sense.

If David hadn't reminded her, the loss would no longer be one million, but tens of millions.

What's more, even if she gave her the one million, she could get it back in other ways in the future.

"I want to find someone's contact information from you."

"Oh?" Roger looked at him calmly.

"Nancy Hartley was originally the keyboardist for the band Samurai. After Samurai disbanded, she changed her name to Beth Isis and worked for News Channel 54."

David threw out most of the information he knew.

But when the word "Wu Shi" was mentioned, an imperceptible fluctuation flashed across Rogge's face.

Maybe it was because it was a band formed by her old lover.

The name Nancy Hartley was known to everyone in the old days, even to Roger, and they had come into contact because of the Silver Hand.

"Hold on."

As he spoke, Roger's eyes flashed orange again, and he said to the person on the other end of the line without question: "Find me the contact information of someone, Beth Isis."

"Thank you, how much do I have to pay for this contact?"

David first thanked him, and then went straight to the point of talking about the price.

Because he knew one thing clearly, the possibility of Rogue providing free lunch was lower than the possibility of Arasaka going bankrupt the next day.

"Let's not talk about the price yet. I need to confirm one thing before that."

As he spoke, Roger put down his glass, slowly lowered his body and looked at him seriously: "You are so anxious to get Nancy Hartley's contact information, it should be the information about biotechnology, right?"

"As far as I know, there are very few people in Night City who dare to report the company's dark side. Even Regina Jones cannot do that because that is equivalent to going against the company."

"But Nancy Hartley is different. Ever since she pushed her husband off the 80th floor, her personality has changed drastically. Although she still has a strong desire for control, her behavior has become even crazier."

"She dares to do things that others dare not do, and she dares to report things that others dare not report. That's why you plan to find her, right?"

After hearing what Roger said, he had no intention of hiding anything and nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are right."

"But there is one thing I'm curious about. You knew what Sasha was going to do, and you knew that Regina's approach wouldn't work, so why did you sell her this phone at a high price?"

Hearing this, Roger slowly raised his body and leaned back on the sofa with a faint smile on his face.

"It's simple. She came to me to buy Regina Jones' contact information."

"As for whether it will work or not, that is not something I need to consider, nor is it something I should remind you of."

Yes, Roger is absolutely right.

This is Night City, and these are the rules among mercenaries.

It is enough for one party to pay and make demands, and for the other party to meet them.

As for the details, if you are concerned, you can ask more questions. If you don’t ask, there will be no problem.

As a mature mercenary, it was obvious that his questions were somewhat irrational.

"I'm sorry, I asked something I shouldn't have asked."

"uh-huh."

Roger didn't care, or was too lazy to answer, he just picked up the wine glass and drank it.

After a while, orange light flashed in her eyes again, and she made a few slight operations.

"Okay, the things you asked for have been sent to you."

"Huh? What's the price?" David was slightly stunned.

"No need for that. Just consider this as a gift for the 'advice' you gave me."

Roger seemed to be a little bothered by the word "advice" and emphasized the word when speaking.

But that's not what David cares about.

"Oh my god, is Arasaka really going to go bankrupt tomorrow?"

This old woman Rogge actually provides free lunch? !

"What did you say?"

The music outside was too loud, so Roger couldn't hear his mumblings.

"...Ah no, nothing, thank you then, Roger."

After David drank all the wine on the table, he said goodbye to Roger and walked out of the afterlife.

"I didn't expect it to be so late..."

I raised my head and glanced at the sky, and found that it was already afternoon, and the sun high in the sky was slowly moving towards the west.

Before I knew it, another day had passed.

"Forget it, let's get down to business first."

As he said that, he dialed the number he had asked for from Roger.