Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 8 NO.0008: Taking the Gun

The power of the Scorpio-type pulse pistol is adjusted through a knob. Its lowest gear is only enough to crush a cheap mug, while its highest power can blast people out of the light-transmitting glass at a distance of 500 meters. Come big hole.

Normally, Old Snake doesn't want to kill people when performing tasks, but at the same time he doesn't want the other party to see this. Therefore, he likes to adjust the knob of the pistol to a very delicate position-it can cause enough deterrence, but not too violent to miss.

However, when the opponent is a stunned young man who is so stupid that he would dare to take the gun directly when he is pointed at his head with a gun, all his preparations are meaningless.

Pull the trigger, and the high-energy pulse beam bombards the opponent's head impartially. The pulse beam vaporized the opponent's scalp in an instant, pierced through the hard skull, and then easily penetrated the opponent's brain—as easily as an arrow piercing through the early morning mist.

As it should be, the opponent fell on his back.

Under normal circumstances, no, even under less common circumstances, the opponent should be 100% dead after receiving this level of damage.

but……

"I'm from CNM, lie back for me, don't get up! Lie down! Otherwise I'll keep shooting! I'm from CNM!"

Seeing that the young man whose head was pierced was trying to get up, the old snake pointed a gun at him almost in horror, and roared emotionally.

In fact, after seeing such a weird scene, he did not continue to pull the trigger and emptied the magazine, which was already considered calm enough.

The young man who sat up from the ground looked at him with a confused expression, like someone who just woke up from a nap.

It wasn't until the old snake repeated and yelled several times that the opponent finally tilted his head. Then the man pointed to his ear, as if to indicate that he didn't hear clearly.

This is natural, the previous shot was almost fired close to the opponent's ear. The roar of the gunshots in the room made Old Snake's own ears buzz - it is extremely normal for the other party to be temporarily deaf because of this.

It's just that the opponent's actions made the old snake calm down a little.

Although it is unbelievable that he can get up again after being blown out of his head, after all, the young man from the Icarus Liberation Front in front of him is just a native with a mortal body.

If so, what else does he need to be afraid of?

After realizing this, the old snake broke free from the previous panic.

The current situation is that the opponent is unarmed, does not have any prosthetic body modification, and has a hole in his head—no matter what kind of supernatural factors the opponent is still alive, but with the penetrating wound on the head, it is always It's impossible to become stronger because of this, right?

In comparison, both of his hands have been strengthened with prostheses—although he is not an "adjusted person", he cannot use prostheses like those who have undergone neural adjustments, and can control his own natural body. As smooth as the flesh, it can run naturally by relying on thoughts. But to deal with a native who is almost covered in original clothes, it is still a matter of hand.

Not to mention, now I still hold a Scorpio-type pulse pistol in my hand-high-end Seiko, a limited-edition smart weapon of the Zodiac launched by Mars War Technology Company in the 40th year of the new calendar. It can be connected with the arm prosthesis to control the arm to automatically aim and correct the gun line. After turning on the full intelligence mode, it is even possible to adjust the output by evaluating the threat level of the enemy.

It can be said that with such a gun, the middlemen in the Nord resettlement area will give priority to it when they consider delegating tasks. Just like in the Edo period, when the landlord family hired a ronin, they would evaluate the martial arts level of the ronin based on the quality of the opponent's saber.

Thinking of this, the old snake tightened the handle of the gun in his hand.

At this moment, the sophistication and composure that belonged to street mercenaries returned to him, and he was even able to devote his energy to deduce that the other party still had the possibility of making a comeback.

Try rushing over to grab the gun again? What a joke, unless the opponent immediately inserts a military-grade "tactical memory" specialized in close-range hand-to-hand combat, as a native, he doesn't even have the qualifications to resist.

But this is also completely impossible, because the old snake had seen clearly before that there was only one memory slot installed on this person. And the memory encapsulated inside happened to be the target of his mission - the legacy of the Icarus Liberation Front.

Thinking of this, guessing that the other party's hearing is about to recover, the old snake cleared his throat and persuaded loudly:

"Don't be stubborn, young man, give me your memory card.

"If you mess with the companies under the Olympus order, your Icarus Liberation Front is completely finished, and it doesn't matter if it has any meaning. What's more, God knows how many gangs outside are greedy for your legacy, It would be easier to hand it over earlier... You don't want to just die on the street like this, do you?"

As the old snake said, he stretched out the hand that was not holding the gun towards the other party.

Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. This is an eternal truth in human society.

When Icarus was in full swing, the entire bottom of the Nord resettlement area was their sphere of influence. At that time, all the gangs at the bottom would restrain themselves and settle down.

But now that Icarus has been wiped out, how can those gangs who have been silent for so long not take the opportunity to add insult to injury and fight for the inheritance?

Especially when they heard that Icarus still had a small "universal printer" in his hand, almost all the gangs flocked to it-this kind of printer in the era of "big shock", powered by super artificial intelligence. The miracles accomplished by "Janus", even if you only get one, are enough to make the force that owns it a legal violent group that is qualified to sign a security employment contract with the government of the resettlement area.

Therefore, the employer who is now offering a bounty to arrest the remnants of Icarus is not even the "Pluto Deep Dive Company", but other gang forces in the Nord resettlement area-for those super companies, this kind of Degrees are insignificant. The key is to regain face in this matter and act as a deterrent to potential rebels.

But for the gangs in the resettlement area, and even for the government of the resettlement area, a "universal printer" that can design blueprints of AI technological relics in the "Abyss Darknet" and shape them in the base reality is not necessary. It is not precious.

At this moment, the memory of the young man in front of the old snake seems to have clues related to the "universal printer".

"Give me that memory, and I promise to let you live."

He didn't even consider how credible his own words would be after blowing the opponent out of his mind, the old snake persuaded again.

At this moment, the young man who had regained consciousness after being headshot was no longer as excited as before.

"Who hired you? How did you know I'm here?"

The man asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"This is not something you should worry about. Give me the memory and don't force me to make a second hole in your head."

The old snake continued to threaten with a serious expression, and at the same time quietly pushed the knob to increase the power of the pistol with his thumb.

If even the piercing damage to the head can't kill the opponent, then adjust the power of the weapon to a level that can smash the opponent's head with one shot - he doesn't believe that the opponent can get up again like this.

"The location of this safe house should only be known to three people. Black Falcon-136 from the operation team, Qianxia Sakura from the hacker team, and Booker from the intelligence team... In other words, Booker hired you, right?"

The young man seemed to be a different person compared to before. He looked around calmly first, then ignored the warning of the gun muzzle, and dragged his limping right leg to stand up.

"have no idea."

Old Snake's tone sounded more like "Shut up".

Of course, on the other hand, he really didn't know either.

This can be regarded as a rule in their business. The less the employer and the employee know about each other, the safer they are. Generally speaking, the necessary information exchange is done through middlemen.

"That's right... If it's that guy, he wouldn't be able to show up by himself."

The man laughed at himself and said to himself.

Seeing the other party's so confident reaction, the old snake was a little at a loss. If it weren't for the drone he released earlier that was still guarding outside, he might suspect that the other party is waiting for reinforcements now.

Just when he was about to say some harsh words to threaten, the man directly reached out to his own memory slot, and pulled out a flashing silver memory from it.

"Don't you want this, here it is, take it!"

Compared with the other party's previous attitude of seeing death as home, the other party is terribly easy to talk at this moment.

But before the old snake could react, the man directly threw the memory card towards his face.

And when the old snake stretched out his hand in a panic, intending to take the memory in mid-air, the other party suddenly rushed towards the hand holding the gun.