Cyberpunk: 2075

"Boss, put the things down for a while, we'll come back to get them soon."

Carl said this and walked to the door. He didn't really know what was going on outside, but Oliver's car was parked not far from the door, so he had to go and see if Oliver's car was okay. If it was broken, they would have to walk back with the things.

Looking out through the smashed door, Carl saw the chaotic street. On the street, a strong man with yellow hair and sunglasses with a crew cut was holding a 'Military Technology MK. 31 Heavy Machine Gun' and continuously firing at a truck that was stopped on the road;

On the road near Carl's side, two familiar bodies with hoods, euros scattered around their bodies, and bullet holes all over their bodies were lying on the side of the street. Judging from the bullet holes on the two bodies, these robbers who had just robbed the Mewtwo store had suffered some kind of unprovoked disaster.

"What's going on?"

Jack came to the door of the store and looked out, but when he saw the scenery outside, he shrank back again: "Heavy machine gun, what's going on."

"My car!"

Oliver saw that there was an obvious bullet dent on the door of his car outside the door, which looked like it was hit by a bullet from the truck. Seeing such damage, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"That's my sister's birthday gift to me!"

"What do you mean?"

Carl had already clenched his weapon, and his left hand touched the grenade he picked up from the Vortex Gang on his waist: "Are you going to kill everyone on both sides?"

With the grenade, even if he encountered subcutaneous armor like the Vortex Gang members before, he had the confidence to solve it, not to mention that Jack was carrying a Crusher now.

"You're too radical."

Oliver was not going to kill someone just because his car was accidentally hit by someone and had a dent. The guy with the heavy machine gun and the guy on the truck who could shoot at him were not easy to deal with, so he could still tolerate this.

After all, they have heavy weapons to reason with, and Oliver happens to be a reasonable person.

"Too radical?"

Carl felt that he was okay. Compared with those compatriots who like to kill whole families and exterminate the root of evil at any time, he was already very conservative.

There is a saying that goes, who said we like to kill the whole family, I want to kill his whole family...

The gunfight outside went faster than expected, because when the people who escaped from the driving position of the truck were shooting at the yellow-haired man, a group of people who seemed to be in the same group as the yellow-haired man had already touched the back of the truck.

The first person in the group to shoot was a black cockscomb man who used a mechanical hand to hold the copperhead snake and fired, and next to him, a pale-skinned, short girl with green twin ponytails and a pink 'M-76 E Omaha' pistol, with the help of these two people, the truck transport personnel surrounded in the middle only lasted less than three seconds, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Mann!"

After dealing with the people next to the truck, the green-haired girl with twin ponytails waved at the big man: "It's all dealt with!"

"Rebecca."

The yellow-haired big man called Mann nodded to the green-haired girl from a distance, and called the cockscomb man next to the girl: "Pira, find something quickly and we'll retreat."

"Okay."

Watching the three people walk to the back of the truck quickly, Jack said: "It looks like they are mercenaries like us."

"Then it seems there's nothing to see."

Carl turned his head and took his Mewtwo and head-mounted Mewtwo display: "Do you want to fix your car first, Oliver?"

"It's okay, I can fix this dent myself, let's go to the apartment first."

During the conversation between the two, after packing up Mewtwo for himself, the owner of Mewtwo ran out of the store and picked up the euros next to the corpse. These were all taken from his store, and he had to get them back anyway.

After Carl and Jack squeezed into the passenger seat again and Oliver started the car, the mercenary team, which seemed to be led by a big man named Mann, also got what they wanted from the truck. When they evacuated, the vehicle driven by Oliver passed by the truck.

Mann glanced at the passing vehicle and didn't pay much attention to it. Carl, however, looked at him more in the passenger seat.

This guy's subcutaneous armor is also quite amazing. He can stand on the road and shoot for so long.

This thought flashed through his mind and disappeared in an instant. This little episode didn't stay in Carl's mind for much time.

The vehicle driven by Oliver drove all the way to the super skyscraper without any more episodes. They contacted the apartment manager smoothly and talked about the rental of the apartment.

The super skyscraper was built by a company, and the apartment manager was actually just an employee of that company, but he was as demanding as the landlord when it came to commission. After listing a bunch of terms and reminders, Oliver and Carl both rented apartments on the fifth and fourth floors for 1,000 euros a month. Oliver wanted to be Carl's neighbor, but there was only one empty apartment on the fourth floor, so he had no choice but to choose the floor above Carl's.

The things in the apartment are all ready-made. Carl and Oliver can move in as soon as they pick up their bags. However, the company-managed apartment is kind enough to provide you with these things, and these things must have their own circumstances.

"Private phone, 10 euros initial fee, and then 0.75 euros per minute of call, TV, 50 euros deposit, and then 1 euro per hour of use. Well, there is also a vending machine in the room. Wow, this business has come to the room."

Carl walked to the vending machine and spent 15 euros to buy three bottles of small coke. He threw two of them to Jack and Oliver respectively. He didn't like small coke very much. But I don't know if this vending machine is suppressed by the seller. There is no other coke for sale. He can only drink this bitter coke.

"How do you feel, Carl?"

Jack lay on the sofa in the room. It was his first time to come to such an apartment.

"Generally speaking, it's livable."

"Just livable?"

Oliver hadn't had time to look at his room, but the rooms of both were of the same type, and he looked at Carl's as if he was looking at his own, so he was a little surprised by Carl's nonchalant attitude.

"I haven't lived in a better house than this since I became independent at the age of 18."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four, didn't you ask me when we first met?"

"Forgot."

You can't even get a house for 1,000 euros a month after becoming independent for six years, you're really miserable.

Carl, who lived in such a house the day after crossing over, didn't feel that it was glorious at all.

But no matter what.

Looking at Oliver and Jack lying softly on the sofa, looking like salted fish, Carl opened the can and took a sip.

His story in 2075 has begun.

"Gulp."

"So sweet."