Cyberpunk: 2075

"I'm covered in blood again."

Karl wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand and sighed, "When will humans evolve to not splatter blood when being shot in the head?"

"This..."

When Karl walked towards Patrick, the middle-aged police officer who came out from behind the bunker and planned to stop Karl, a young man, from dying, was standing dazedly seven or eight meters away from Karl, a little bit unbelievable about what he saw.

Things just happened too fast, so his mind was a little slow to react.

A cyber psychopath that their NCPD had no way to deal with was solved by this young man?

It only took one encounter? !

Under the huge impact of this shocking fact, when Karl wiped the blood and looked over, the middle-aged NCPD police officer subconsciously asked this question: "Are you... okay?"

"Of course I'm fine."

The single molecule wire was retracted, and Kenshin was already pinned to his waist. Karl glanced at the middle-aged police officer and squatted down to search the pockets of the cyber psychopath.

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged police officer approached Carl and asked curiously after finding what he was doing.

"Searching for money, what else?"

Has this NCPD officer never searched a corpse before?

After a skilled search, Carl found that the cyber psychopath was surprisingly poor, not even having a single euro.

"This is..."

Feeling his fingertips touching a piece of something, Carl took it out of the cyber psychopath's arms and found that it was a chip.

Chip?

Carl put the chip into his sleeve without leaving any trace. He stood up and looked at the police officer who had come over during his search. He pointed at the body on the ground and asked:

"How much is his reward? I remember that your NCPD seemed to have issued a reward for him yesterday, right? I have solved him now, so the deal can be settled."

"Uh..."

The middle-aged police officer actually noticed Carl's hand movements a little, but he didn't care too much about it. He made a peace gesture to other NCPD police officers who were still vigilant. After confirming that Carl was not a dangerous person, he began to check the NCPD's reward list.

"Patrick Bell, the reward is 10,000 euros, regardless of life or death."

"Only 10,000 euros?"

Listening to Carl's somewhat dissatisfied words, the middle-aged police officer now realized that this young man was 90% likely to be a mercenary.

Only mercenaries would care about money and not their lives, and only care about the reward amount.

Perhaps it was because it was rare to see such a friendly young mercenary, and because he had just saved his life to some extent, the middle-aged police officer actually explained:

"Because he has just been wanted for a short time, and this is the first bounty issued after he escaped. If you wait a few more days, the bounty should increase a little."

"How much can it increase?"

"According to my past experience..."

The middle-aged police officer thought about it. If a cyber psychopath with "Dinaras Anweistan Type 1" and a mantis knife, and a considerable degree of subcutaneous prosthesis, is allowed to complete the killing this time and escape before the terrorist mobile team arrives...

"It may be more than 100,000 euros."

"That's a lot."

Carl felt a little regretful He had to look at the body lying on the ground: "It sounds like there is much more room for appreciation than the euro itself."

"The price of the 'Dinaras Anvistan Type 1' on him alone is 75,000 euros in a brand new condition, not to mention the price of recyclable prostheses such as the Mantis Blade and subcutaneous prosthesis."

Hearing what the middle-aged police officer said, Carl's eyes refocused on the body on the ground: "Then can I..."

"This body must be taken back by the NCPD. The identity of this wanted criminal is a security guard of Arasaka Corporation. According to the contract signed before his death, all the prostheses on his body, including personal savings, must belong to Arasaka Corporation."

Knowing Carl's thoughts, the middle-aged police officer helplessly said the reason why this was impossible.

"Signing a clause before death is really like a company's practice."

Carl was not surprised why an Arasaka security guard used another company's S'An Westin, because the reason was simple. Arasaka did not have their own S'An Westin model. Although they might have been developing it secretly, at least it was not circulated on the market.

It can only be said that S'An Westin is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford. Most of those who can use it may be like this cyber psychopath, who signed a clause to lose ownership after death before they died.

"It seems that there is nothing for me here."

Carl looked at the NCPD police officers who gradually surrounded them again and began to use instruments to draw a light cordon around the venue. He asked the middle-aged police officer: "What's your name? Leave a contact."

"It's for the reward transfer later. Don't worry, it will arrive in the afternoon at the latest."

The middle-aged police officer sent his account number and related notes to Carl very quickly, and Carl also knew his name when he received the message.

'Jason, a standard American name. ’

"Then I'll go first, Mr. Johnson. If there is anything related to this later, please contact me. I am happy to help NCPD deal with some things... as long as the reward is enough."

As for Johnson, Carl still noticed him with his peripheral vision during the battle just now, so he also saw Johnson's action of rushing over to help him just now. Whether it was out of duty or conscience, Carl still remembered this attempt to assist him silently in his heart, so he was quite respectful in addressing him, using the word "Mr.".

"I haven't heard people address me so respectfully for a long time."

This is not a word that can be heard casually on the street.

Watching Carl wave goodbye and leave, Johnson stared at the back and smiled: "It seems that this city still has something to look forward to."

"Officer Johnson, you need to sign the documents for handling the incident."

"Oh, I'll be there right away."

...

"It's been solved, Patrick."

Ten minutes later, someone in the special strike team of Arasaka Corporation received news about Patrick.

However, he only glanced at the news for a few seconds before throwing it aside.

"I originally thought that since you were from the Tiger Claw Gang like me, you could be a good subordinate, but now it seems that you are just like that."

The person who received the news from Patrick quickly read another document in his mind.

'Are you a volunteer candidate for the self-developed Sian Westin experiment? '