Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 725 - 233: Seriously, Officer?_3

A cop colleague whispered in Reaver's ear,

"Damn, badass, I never dared to speak to the Valentino Gang bosses like that back in Haywood."

The cop heard it, glanced back at his colleagues, and slightly raised his head.

"You'll get used to it. You can learn slowly, but don't take money you shouldn't, or even I can't save you."

"When we head in, smack each one of them and keep them in their seats. Don't let them run; this is a task directly from the BOSS."

Feels great!

Training American cops; which Kowloon cop has my experience?

Is the FBI as badass as I am now?

Forget it... They might still be a bit more badass.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as I'm having fun.

When Kaud led the cops into Room 13, two Slavic clients were getting touchy-feely with the ladies, thoroughly enjoying themselves, just shy of pulling down their pants for a full-blown encounter.

But when the two clients engrossed in fun lifted their heads and saw a crowd rushing in to spectate, they were dumbfounded.

"Who are you guys!"

I'd like to say I'm your daddy.

The cop originally intended to say this, but it would sully his decorum. He's a public servant now and must maintain his image.

"I'm the police."

"Police?"

The Slavic looked at Kaud, questioning in their eyes, since when did Night City's cops grow a spine?

But faced with old patrons, Kaud could only say sorry in his heart, sheepishly shifting his gaze away, pretending not to see.

Offending you may not bode well for my future, but offending these in front of me and I'll be meeting my end swiftly.

And naturally, the cop casually moved a chair to sit in front of them, waving the sex dolls to stand aside, while several Black big guys stood behind.

The Slavic tried to stand up, draw a gun, and curse for their boys, but immediately received several slaps from Reaver's men, forcing them back into their chairs, hitting so hard that the synthetic skin almost tore.

The cop took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, slowly picked one, put it between his lips, and said somewhat unclearly,

"You two are waiting here for someone to smuggle firearms, right?"

The Slavic didn't reply, glaring viciously at the cop, who ignored them, lighting the cigarette, continuing to mutter to himself,

"The people you're waiting for won't show today or any day, but I'm in a bad mood today and really want to hit someone, especially loathe distinguished guests like you dressed so richly, clearly richer than me."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, gazing through the haze at Kaud, who was remaining uninvolved.

"Your brothers are so numerous... give a hand, solve this."

???

Are you crazy!

This is forcing Kaud to openly confront the Soviets.

As a local tyrant, could he not know what dealings the Soviets and Cleaners had going on here?

Frankly, his base operations wouldn't be without funds from both sides, bringing people here is already the limit, and you want me to get physical?

Officer, this isn't how things should be handled, right?

"Sir, could we not handle this so harshly?"

"Harsh?"

The cop chuckled, then pulled out a bag of white powder wrapped in plastic from his pocket, putting it into Kaud's breast pocket.

"Is this better now?"

Seeing this thing startled Kaud, as street lore goes, as long as you don't commit infractions in front of these folks, don't get caught, they won't do anything to you.

But now, this guy isn't following any rules at all, embodying corrupt cop logic, down to the bone.

The cop's leisurely voice made him break into a cold sweat.

"This contains at least half a kilo; you know the consequence."

Hell no, this is at most 50g, clearly just rice powder by its color!

This dog is blatantly lying through his teeth.

And his underlings are pressuring the boss.

"Boss, the bar outside is surrounded, at least thirty people..."

Seeing the cop's half-smiling expression, Kaud steeled himself, closing his eyes.

"Do it."

The underlings didn't care whether they were Soviets or Europeans; the boss's orders were to act, so they rushed in to pin the two Soviet arms dealers on the sofa and thoroughly beat them, the sound of each punch hitting making Reaver feel phantom pain on his face.

Yet the cop remained unmoved, sitting on the sofa, chatting with Kaud,

"Later, have these two beauties come with me, claiming they saw these Soviets take out a pack of drugs and tried to make the ladies join in using it, so they reported the overdose possession to you, leading your men to righteously beat them."

"I'll apply for an outstanding cooperative business citizen award from my superiors for you, with a bonus of 100 Orokin for each, sounds good?"

"Good, sounds good."

Kaud's smile was uglier than crying, there's strength in numbers, so whatever the other side says now, it is.

"But sir, you know, after this, my business will be tough."

Will the cleaners and Soviets spare Kaud?

Who knows, he might appear by the pound at the meat factory in a few days, so currently, the priority is to hug a new thigh.

"Don't worry, for a business willing to cooperate with us like yours, Horizon Corporation surely won't let anything happen to you; as for Cleaners and Soviets, I'll solve those problems for you."

"This is our alarm procedure: if there's trouble, CALL anytime, and someone will be on-site in three minutes."

"Additionally..."

The cop removed his glasses, pocketing them on his chest, his eyes making Kaud's heart shiver, let alone the two Soviets on the side, already beaten to a pulp.

"We wish to give Taiping Continent a peaceful, stable business environment; anything discordant is best avoided: Black Mewtwo, drugs, smuggling business... understand?"

"..."

Kaud wouldn't dared say no now.

"Sure, as the officer says, we're all law-abiding, good citizens."