Cyberpunk: 2075

"bite."

The floor has arrived.

On the twenty-first floor, walking out, what appeared in front of Karl was a large flat floor that was being renovated. On the left side of the large flat floor, there was an upward staircase embedded in the unpainted wall.

"T-BUG, is there no one living on the twenty-first floor?"

Karl glanced at the flat floor and found that there was no one on the flat floor, and there were not even the workers who were supposed to be decorating here.

'There was originally a resident on this floor, but the newly appointed NCPD chief used his authority to force him to stop work due to possible threats and other reasons. I looked through the records and found that the original resident They have given up living, and those who are expected to live on this floor are the cronies brought by the NCPD director from the company. "

"I understand. I'm planning to treat myself as an emperor and let my personal bodyguards protect me, right? I didn't expect an NCPD chief to be able to play like that."

Karl looked around at this empty and dead flat floor. Its width seemed to be only to ensure the safety of one person. In contrast, the apartment floor where Mr. Jensen lived, although the space was limited, was full of vitality and harmony. The residents there They get along well with each other and feel secure and content with their living environment.

The stark contrast between spaciousness, dead silence, worry and narrowness, liveliness and peace of mind made Karl shake his head involuntarily.

What an irony.

On one side is the cautious and extremely cautious NCPD chief. Not only does he not live on the top two floors, but he also specially set up a floor as a security floor. On the other side, he starts as a police officer and lives in harmony with the families of other police officers around him. , the police captain who lives together,

The difference between the two is really huge.

It's wrong no matter how you think about letting a company dog ​​parachute into the director position when someone who has won support from the grassroots level can't rise to the top.

Fortunately, I can seek justice.

Take out the whole night.

The name of this gun, Carl always explained in Chinese as the gun that ends the night, rotated and danced in Carl's hand until he held it with one hand.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he pulled the holster with one hand and inspected it, then Karl stepped towards the stairs.

During the steps, a small voice sounded in the stairs going up. Carl looked up slightly and found that a vent in the stairwell had been opened, and the disgraced Jack and Oliver almost fell down.

"thump."

The two fell to the ground, which was so dirty that there was an extra layer of dust on the ground. Looking at their messy appearance, Karl looked at his clean and tidy self again, and asked quite sincere and incomprehensible words:

"Why do you two have to take the messy route? We just need to come here and not attract attention. When we get to the building, it doesn't matter if you go upstairs and take the elevator like me."

As if to verify Karl's words, outside the stairs, the door of the elevator that transported Karl to this floor opened again.

What appeared from it was V dragging a person. He walked out of the elevator and saw this place from a distance.

After seeing Karl, he slightly grabbed the person in his hand and walked over quickly. He was about to say hello to Karl, and then he saw two black balls on the ground.

"Um?"

V was stunned for a moment, and then he could barely make out the appearance of his friend from the two slowly rising black masses:

"Oliver, Jack, what are you doing?"

After getting up and patting the dust on his body, because it was the second time, Oliver, who was used to it, had a calm expression on his face, and he said:

"I'm just trying more ways to enter."

"fart!"

Next to him, Jack, whose entire face was about to change from Latino to African, cursed:

"Oliver, this bastard, I told you to just come up honestly, but he insisted on taking me through the ventilation passage to try it out. He said that he had to experience this if he infiltrated. He also swore to me that there would be nothing in this place. There was no oil fume, but the accumulation of dust almost buried me. He also asked me to go to the front to feel it. I almost buried myself in the dust. It almost reminded me of the Mexican border. , I’m full of dust.”

"Just tell me if there is any oil smoke!"

Oliver was not very convinced: "I only said that this place is not an entertainment place after all, and there must be no oil fumes. I didn't say that there is no dust accumulated in it."

Looking at the two gray-headed black balls arguing, if it weren't for his height and body shape, it would be difficult for Karl to tell who his two friends were. That's all. If one dares to enter, the other dares to exit without saying anything. The two of them probably crawled through the entire ventilation duct and scraped it clean with their bodies.

"You guys made me happy."

Karl can only say this.

"Let's borrow the NCPD chief's bathroom to wash up later. I think he will agree."

V suggested kindly, which made the two black balls who were still arguing turn their heads.

Black Oliver Ball was a little worried and said: "Will we leave hair or something like that? Nowadays, detectives can determine a person's identity with just a few fingerprints. Hair seems to be a top priority. "

"If it might be exposed, we can still tolerate it." Black Jack Ball added.

"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson will be here later."

"Mr. Johnson?"

Hearing that Jason would come, Oliver was relieved:

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly."

Since Mr. Johnson is coming, there is nothing to be afraid of.

As long as he arrives at the scene, let alone small things like leaving hair or fingerprints, even if the bullet hole in the head of the NCPD chief matches the caliber of the firearms in Carl's and his friends' hands, and Carl and his friends are standing next to the scene, Mr. Johnson will also Can claim that they are the helpers they invited.

The NCPD chief was dead. Didn't Mr. Jensen, who arrived as soon as possible, have the final say in concluding the investigation?

Once Carl's team regroups, it's not difficult to break through the floor.

Not to mention the iron door that is only five centimeters thick and can only be opened by verification, even the automatic security machine guns deployed along the way.

The induction protection mines did not stop them for a moment.

The director was immersed in the virtual experience brought by Mewtwo's equipment, his body rising and falling on his side according to the content of the experience. It was not until the security system at the door suddenly issued a harsh warning sound that he suddenly woke up from the illusion of Mewtwo.

Immediately afterwards, the door was slowly pushed open.

The first thing that caught the NCPD director's eye from the crack in the door was the black muzzle of the gun.

One moment he was having a wild carnival in the rainforest, and the next moment he was facing a gunpoint. The NCPD chief obviously hadn't come to his senses yet.

He didn't know why the alarm was triggered when everyone was at the door.

But he doesn't need to know anymore.

Because the bullet has been discharged.