How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

128. contract

There is a saying that one hand never returns. In a more profane and familiar language, it can be called a fallout.

After receiving the credits, they invaded the hideout and even killed the gang. I misunderstood. I’ll just go. go for it!’ I couldn’t do it, and even if I did, it didn’t work.

Indeed, it was clarification, it was nabal, and there was no time to spare. A light suddenly came on from the other side of the bunker. Until now, there was no problem with the emergency lights on, but with a proper light source, it became as bright as the ground.

“The liver came out of the boat.”

Leonard and Max put their guns down professionally. Of course, being a pro, I was cautious about pulling the trigger.

“Don’t you know that things worse than dogs are worth their lives?”

Leonard slipped to the side, avoiding the tactically used lights. A black silhouette was captured against the backlight. Although there was some distance, it was possible to hit with a tactical shotgun that was choked.

“Is that a curse?”

“It is an objective evaluation.”

Perhaps having read Leonard’s intentions, ‘Puppet’ also moved to the side of the light. It seemed like they were hanging around, but it was a fight for position to avoid being shot.

“Dogs only look at their owners. Even if it is a minor thing, it has faith and conviction. A fixer who wags his tail at gangsters and teases corporations is worse than a dog.”

“People call it freelance. And whatever you say, it’s better than an arsonist secretly setting fire to the house next door. Where are you pretending to be a germ?”

We found answers to each other through a war of nerves. Just as Leonard saw through the identity of the other side, the other side also saw through this side. Then there was only one way left.

“You’re the type to earn your own hawks.”

Leonard didn’t want to lose the fight, but backed away for a gunfight. Bullets rained down from behind the lights.

“Max! run!”

Leonard covered his face with his left arm, put the tactical shotgun on his right arm, and returned fire. bang! bang! bang! People were broken, lights were broken, and miscellaneous things were broken every time the gunfire went off.

“Mr. Leonard!”

Leonard was also exposed to bullets and was not fine. Several feet bounced over the coat. The impact crushed his skin and shook his bones. I wouldn’t have come to my senses if I hadn’t blocked my pain sensation.

After a shower swept through like that, darkness came. As the sight narrowed, so did the sound. Pajik-! Pajijik-! The bouncing sparks only briefly illuminated the surroundings.

“Mr. Leonard?”

“Shh!”

Tata Tang-! Tattang-!

As soon as I heard the sound, bullets flew. It may have been equipped with a thermal sensing module in the implant eye. Max took cover under a disabled turret.

‘Is it seven? The weapon looks like a Schneider 5.56mm assault rifle…’

It’s not a powerful weapon, but it boasted a sniper rifle level of accuracy in the hands of a skilled shooter.

“Take them out one by one.”

As soon as Leonard opened his mouth, bullets flew. It was the response I was waiting for. Leonard rolled on the floor and hopped up and ran toward the container he had his eye on. The muzzle’s flash chased after it, drawing a trajectory. Max turned around, grabbed the sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger while lying down.

Taaa-ang-!

A flash faded as the loud, clear gunfire echoed. As Max’s skill was better than expected, radio waves were busily coming and going on the other side of the network. Leonard hijacked one of them and inserted Hexagon’s boasting hacking program into it. It doesn’t take long before a brain chip is knocked-! It burned with a noise and screams rang out.

“Damn the hacker-!”

For hackers in this era, it was not a big deal because it was a curse that stung the ears.

“Was it that one?”

Of course, that doesn’t mean that we forgive lightly. Leonard pointed the shotgun in the direction of the sound. The sight of his right arm being blown off, his chest being pierced, and his head disappearing was clearly visible through the gun barrel. It wasn’t long before a counterattack came, but the momentum was different from the beginning. First of all, the number of bullets has been reduced.

‘Is it four now?’

Leonard pulled out the shotgun magazine, checked for ammo, and tossed it aside. I wanted to take it, but it was so big and cumbersome that I couldn’t afford to take it. Even though the weapon was expensive, it was inferior to the premium implant body.

Leonard drew his revolver with both hands and turned away as the fire faded. One of the four is holding Max in check, and one of the three is reloading, so two reacted, but the player was taken away and his head was thrown back.

Tata Tang-! Tata-Tang-Tang-!

A gunshot exploded, blood sprayed everywhere. Leonard emptied all the bullets in both revolvers and detonated the hastily uploaded hacking program to subdue one more person.

The last gunman, who had been interrupting Max with a burst shot to keep him from sticking his head out, turned his gun in panic when all of his comrades were scuttled. But it wasn’t Junk Town’s best sniper, Max, who would miss the gap. It hit him right in the temple and knocked him to the side. Taaang-!

“I took them both down!”

“It’s all thanks to me.”

Leonard wore the revolver ‘Army’ on his side and opened the cylinder of ‘Air Force’ to replace the bullet. There is a speedloader, but I didn’t want to waste it when I wasn’t engaged, so I pushed it one step at a time. It was an act of complacency. The most important puppet boss was still there.

Rurrureung-! Vroom-!

An engine roared from the end of the bunker, where the echoes of gunfire had disappeared. It was almost the same as Leonard’s gaze turned and the headlights turned on.

“…truck?”

As Max’s dazed voice rang out, the 11.5-ton lorry scraped the front wheel affirmatively. No matter how hard I stepped on the accelerator, I jumped over the chomp and ran at full speed. Leonard, who was close in distance, had to throw his body to avoid it, and Max had to run sideways, waving his arms. The mass was a gangster, so it was several times more dangerous than a bullet.

“Safe driving! Don’t you know how to drive safely?!”

“Isn’t there more loyalty than that?”

Through the driver’s glass, I could see Pepat’s face clearly. Pretending to be something was all alone, and it was unseemly to run away because it was disadvantageous. Leonard quickly closed the revolver cylinder and pulled the trigger. bang-! thump-!

It showed quite accurate shooting, but it was only 3 shots. It blew the rear bumper and rear wheel of the vehicle, but failed to stop it. Max also fired a double-barreled shotgun, not to be outdone, but mistargeted it and only dented the luggage compartment.

The truck accelerated and disappeared far away from the bunker in an instant. Leonard and Max, who became something of chasing chickens, looked at each other in dismay.

“You say it bounces like that?”

“Are you missing that?”

It was a hasty judgment. Although not Leonard’s friend, there was another gang with Leonard. It was a bit too much. Loud gunshots were heard from the entrance to the bunker where the truck had disappeared. It was much louder and louder than the gunshots that engaged Leonard and his party. Max stared blankly out of the way with his shotgun bent at the waist.

“What is this again?”

There was something catchy. It was also a fairly predictable development.

“This client lacks patience.”

“Could it be Tiger Claw? Or is it Kabuki?”

“Both are possible, but let’s delay checking.”

Leonard turned around, loading his revolver. With the puppet and his cargo in the wrong hands, he had to shake off what was left. We were already at the end of the bunker and ran out of time.

“This way.”

Leonard squeezed between the containers and kicked open the old warehouse. Accommodations with small TVs and extra beds and food warehouses full of energy bars appeared one after another. Max was amazed that broadcast radio waves could be picked up even in a place like this, but Leonard had PTSD for some reason and glanced at it casually.

“Those who never went to the army really like the army.”

“Is this munitions?”

“This space itself is military.”

The third room was a little different. There were rows of low-temperature implant storage units from Fort Bionic, which I had seen before. Actually, the device itself was nothing special. It’s because even a large clinic like the twins has several of them. Still, the surprising thing was the numbers.

“Hey, how many of these? and! Maybe more than a hundred?”

“Did you rob a real corporate factory?”

Leonard counted the numbers roughly. I hate to say the same as Max, but it’s a little over a hundred. I wondered if it was an empty device, so I wiped the glass and saw the intact implant body. It was the body of a teenage girl that was perfect for the taste of the customers of the kabuki parlor.

“I knew they weren’t normal guys from the time we maintained power at a facility this size, but…”

It was a pity that I couldn’t save the puppet’s memory. I gave up cleanly, because by now it would have been ground to dust in the hands of ignorant gangsters.

“How much does this body cost? 20,000? 30 thousand? Is it more than that?”

“Children’s bodies are not in high demand.”

“Then will it be cheap?”

“The opposite. Because low-volume production is more expensive. Why do the white town rich use pervert agencies?”

To satisfy that unique hobby, one body was not enough, so a professional shop was needed. In other words, this place was a treasure house coveted by Kabuki.

“It’s okay if we get the payment we promised…”

Still, I couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable, so I put a jack on the back of my neck. I don’t like direct access like this, but I took the risk because I didn’t have time. Recently updated information along with manufacturers are listed in a row.

“As expected… I installed a new backdoor.”

“Backdoor? Like code that can be hacked?”

“Are you studying hard enough?”

At Leonard’s praise, Max said, ‘Puhihi!’ laughed Leonard retrieved Jack after some more investigation.

“Your reasoning was correct. These are not your average hobbyist implants.”

“Is it also a terrorist tool?”

“yes. The moment you synchronize, the information is automatically copied in your head. Sexual orientation isn’t the issue. Imagine a company’s top-secret project and information about the CEO’s movement being leaked.”

“Hearing that, I couldn’t give up any more.”

A little time passed quickly. The manager of Kabuki looked at me from the third door. The dust and bloodstains on the white suit told a lot.

Leonard raised his hands slightly, gauging the presence behind the manager.

“But it has nothing to do with us. Your request is still the same, but send me the promised credit.”

The manager’s eyes blinked golden. Leonard opened the account with the BrainChip and confirmed the deposit of 20,000 credits. The best advantage of a business man is that the transaction is neat. Because I don’t play small with a few credits.

“It would be a little difficult if this information leaked elsewhere.”

“Don’t worry about that. Because your mouth is heavier than it looks.”

“Well, can you believe that? The guys who do anything for credit?”

Max was furious and tried to spread the moral teachings, but was stopped by Leonard. Leonard also learned something from Max, so prejudice was not easily broken.

“So you’re going to keep your mouth shut?”

“I paid the request fee, and now I am a man with nothing to do with the contract.”

A row of familiar chrome-plated implants came in from behind the manager. I killed quite a few in the business building, but the number seems to have increased. Leonard bluffed a little, trusting he wouldn’t shoot for the treasure.

“This is fun. But what do you do? It’s not just our mouths.”

Leonard tapped him under the ear. The idea was to get out of the crisis by selling Sigma and the broker, Jake. However, that bluff has misunderstood many people.

“That’s right. You should think about this mouth too.”

A single bullet pierced one of the chrome skins. It wasn’t just the kabuki establishments who came. The chrome skin pulled the muzzle and turned it safely sideways. However, the third was a bit faster. Gangsters with long Japanese blades attacked the chrome-skinned gangsters and hacked them at random.

“We also have a contract. Please do not expect mercy from the hands.”

“Kuh… Tiger Claw!”

I don’t know what it is, but with no enemies and no friends, it was truly an earthly sight at the turn of the century.