Cyberpunk: 2075

The opponents are those former ACPA trainers.

This is what Karl understood instantly when he looked at the sniper.

Because the look in the other person's eyes is so similar.

It was exactly the same as the person who almost killed him, that sense of aim, that indifference, that feeling of being sure to win.

After putting on the exoskeleton, will the personality be assimilated like this? For ACPA pilots like you, is there such a difference between putting on the 'self' and taking off the 'self'?

Carl drew his gun.

Time, in the sense of feeling, returned to its original speed and continued to pass.

"Be careful Blanca, there are snipers."

"Sniper?!"

Blanca reacted quickly. She followed the force of Karl's pressure on her head, bent down, shrank into a ball to reduce the possible exposure area, and then asked nervously: "Who is it?"

"I am nominally your subordinate, but now it seems that I am planning to kill you and me together. You are not welcome either."

Saying this, Karl took the initiative to stay away from Blanca and hid aside.

Four hundred meters, this distance is not easy to lock.

The target was aimed at himself and Blanca, but he didn't know which one had a higher weight in his mind. It was worth a try.

It won't take long for Nekomata to recalibrate and aim after a shot, especially if the trainer has the assistance of an exoskeleton, and the muzzle will not be raised too much. He should have adjusted it again by now. stability.

But now is not the time to shoot.

Carl was very familiar with Nekomata because of Oliver's relationship. Nekomata's gun has enough ability to penetrate steel and rocks, but it requires a certain amount of electromagnetic power, that is to say, it takes a certain amount of time, and this time is according to Karl's requirements. In terms of Oliver's memory when using it, it was probably a little over a second.

One second of words.

Let me see who your target is.

"Don't resist Blanca."

When Karl's words reached Blanca's ears, she didn't understand what they meant, and the roar came again.

Four seconds have passed since the first shot. The military technicians at the front and back entrances of the Spanish restaurant have already reacted. Just as they were on alert and opening the door to enter the Spanish restaurant, another bullet hit them. He arrived at the restaurant faster than them.

Nerves are tingling.

Computing power reaches its limit.

But Carl saw clearly.

OK.

"Hu seemed to just hear the wind blowing. When Blanca came back to her senses, she was already being held in the arms of Karl in the posture of a princess, and in front of her, there were two more Thurs, Personnel dressed in chef and waiter attire.

Blanca recognized them at a glance as the store owners who reacted quickly and ran away immediately. When she realized that this was the back kitchen, Karl's calm voice sounded: "Their target is you."

After saying this, Blanca felt that her body was losing weight, and the two hands that supported her body were withdrawing.

She reacted so quickly that she adjusted her posture in the air and landed on the ground in a half-crouch. Blanca barely managed not to be thrown directly to the ground by Karl, but she obviously had no intention of pursuing Karl's actions now. She turned her head and said with a frown. Author:

"I realized that I was a test product, so I planned to counterattack...::

Before Blanca finished speaking, she saw what Karl looked like now.

Her prosthetic eyes immediately noticed Karl's right arm. At the elbow, the clothes were mixed with blood, directly exposing a concave flesh gap.

"Are you hurt?"

Blanca stopped her original words for the first time, and looked at Karl's arm, with a bit more worry on her face: "Because of me?"

"No, I was careless."

Karl didn’t mean to put the blame on his employer. He said honestly: “I estimated the time wrong.

He seemed to know very well that I knew Nekomata's charging time, and he stayed a little longer before pulling the trigger and releasing it, which made me make some errors in judgment. "

"This injury..."

The data flow in Blanca's eyes: "I have urgently contacted my people and rushed over, and have also called the NCPD and the treatment center. My subordinates should have reacted. There are eight people guarding them, and they should be able to last for a while. Yes, you are injured and have to hide with me for a while."

"I'm not going to wait."

Karl moved his arm indifferently: "This injury is just the artificial skin scratched by the bullet. More than half of my arm is no longer flesh. Have you forgotten?"

"But since there are my people outside as bait...::

"That's why I have to go out."

Karl shook his head at Blanca's worried look towards him: "I don't like seeing people die who don't need to die."

"Although it may be ridiculous in this day and age, I still more or less like to respect others and respect life."

"But my subordinates are here to protect me. This is their duty."

"Then I also have this kind of responsibility. After all, I accepted the commission, didn't I? Don't say more. After a while, the guy should have realized where we are hiding in this restaurant."

Karl smiled at Blanca: "Besides, I have to take revenge, right?"

At the end of the night, it was pulled out and held in the hand.

Finally, Carl nodded to the terrified chef and waiter and smiled gently: "Your food is delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

The next moment after the voice fell, Carl disappeared from the spot.

He left again in the slow time as he came.

"Respect others, respect life...

Blanca looked at the place where Carl was originally, a little dazed.

Are you crazy?

In Night City, respect others, respect life?

This is a place where people are constantly trying to devour and betray you, and if you don't move forward, you will die without a burial place.

This is a place where there are crazy people with guns drawn everywhere, and they can go crazy and launch indiscriminate attacks because of a good or bad mood.

In such a place, respect others and life.

Are you crazy?

Absurdly, Blanca thought of a lot.

She thought of the scene when she and Carl were on a mission, and Carl smiled and paid her after completing the mission.

She thought of the video she saw, Carl smiled and fought for his life with ACPA.

You must have gone crazy, Carl. It is not important to make reasonable sacrifices. Other people you don't know can do it. Why take risks?

Although she should think so, Blanca was inexplicably thinking of a sentence at the end, a sentence from her hometown book.

A sentence from "Don Quixote".

When life itself is so absurd, who knows what can be considered crazy? Maybe being too practical is a kind of madness, giving up dreams may be a kind of madness, being too sober may be madness, and the craziest thing is to accept reality without thinking about what it should be like! '

Accepting the reality of Night City today, is it not crazy?