Cyberpunk: 2075

"This is the stuff of the Terrorist Squad!"

Oriona's face showed fear. She was now in a state of panic because of the box she was about to take.

Everyone in Night City knew what the Terrorist Squad was. Could they just take their stuff?

I thought this job was just an easy job of taking boxes, but now it seems like a life-threatening job!

"This is simply sending us to our deaths!"

Kile was even more excited. He stood up directly: "Oriona, let's go. This thing is definitely not something we should touch. The job Cormac gave us this time is too hot!"

"Why are you so excited?"

Compared to the two who panicked when they heard about the Terrorist Squad, Esson-Breen, who was sitting in front of them, seemed very calm. He said: "Do you think you can get away if you give up the mission and run away now?"

His words were very cold, and his words made the two who had just moved stiffen.

Without looking at Oriona and Kilai, Esson-Bryan tilted his head slightly, looked at the bad land scenery outside the window and said: "Those crazy people,

They don't care whether you are just involved or retreat when the situation is not good. I think you, as locals of Night City, are very clear about their methods. They will find and kill everyone involved. No one can escape."

Esson-Bryan's words made Oriona and Kilai silent.

He was right.

If it was another mission, others might let them go because they were smart to give up the mission, but facing the cyber psychopaths of the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team, who can expect them to be kind.

Ordinary gang members will find a way to kill the other party when others touch their things, let alone the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team. I am afraid that by then, even the cockroaches they see passing by will be found by them, split in half, and fried in oil.

"But it's better for us to run now than to be targeted by the Terrorist Squad with this thing."

Oleona stared at Esong-Breen and said, "Even if we can't escape, the person holding this thing is definitely the primary target. It's not our turn to be dealt with first. We can run for a while longer."

"And then be found and burned by the hackers of the Terrorist Squad after dealing with the primary target? Don't be so naive, Oriana."

Esong-Breen grinned: "Why do you always think about the boring road of death? The way to live is in front of you, why don't you take it?"

"When you, a bastard, took out this thing, there was no way to live!"

Kile tried to lower his voice so that the others around him would not notice. He wanted to punch the table in anger, but the remaining reason controlled him not to do so: "All of us involved must die, it's just a matter of time!"

"Then do you think I'm the kind of person who wants to die?"

Esong-Breen's smile became more and more exaggerated, the corners of his mouth almost stretched to his earlobes, and the skin that expanded to both sides revealed the red flesh under his cheeks:

"Don't worry, we won't die, neither will you, nor will I. We just have to hand this thing over to the right person, not for the time being."

"Hand it over to the right person?"

Oleona frowned: "Old man, what do you mean?"

"A gentleman from the city council is the signatory for Cormac's delivery. You are just the transport courier. You don't know the whole process, and you don't know the matter. Do you understand?"

Esong-Breen said: "Run, mercenaries, you can run now, life and death speed, whether you are found by the terrorist mobile team first, and all of us die together at the hands of those cyber psychopaths, or you hand the things over to the right people and put this matter on the table, it depends on your speed."

Listening to Esong-Breen's words, Oriona understood.

The things of the Terrorist Mobile Team were originally taken by someone in the City Council, and obviously, once the City Council is involved, even the Terrorist Mobile Team has no right to clean up without authorization.

The Terrorist Mobile Team obeys the orders of the City Council but not the announcements. That is to say, the Terrorist Mobile Team can only be mobilized in an emergency when the City Council issues a transfer order. In normal times, the Terrorist Mobile Team can choose not to obey the orders of the City Council according to its own principles.

By the same token, the Terrorist Mobile Team and the City Government are relatively independent, and the Terrorist Mobile Team has no right to take action against officials in the City Council according to its own principles. Only after receiving an order jointly signed by the City Council can it clean up the people in the City Council who suddenly "went crazy".

Before this, even if the people in the City Council took the things of the Terrorist Mobile Team for some "purpose", as long as they were not caught on the spot,

the Terrorist Mobile Team had to endure it. After all, the disobedient cyber psychopaths were not worth mentioning to the City Council.

Someone in the city council wants this thing, so before he gets it and loses the power struggle with the city council, the Terrorist Squad can only endure this humiliation and not touch him as the mastermind;

Even the real personnel cannot be touched, so there is naturally no reason for the citizens such as Oriona and Kilai to touch them after the goods are delivered. Even the Terrorist Squad will trigger relevant regulations if they kill civilians without reason. Even the signatory is fine,

which means that there is no problem with the goods, so how can the delivery person be in trouble?

After understanding their only way out in this incident in a very short time, Oriona became suspicious. She stared at Aisong-

Brain said with a vigilant look:

"Since you know what to do, why do you need us mercenaries to escort you? I think you can run, why do you have to involve others? You said you don't want to die, so you should have delivered the things long ago, and the probability of survival should be the greatest."

"Because I really want to see your ability, Oriona."

Esong-Brain laughed dryly: "I really want to see your ability and see if you are as good as that person. For this, I can accept death, so I gave Cormac enough to buy his life and your life, just to let you take this order."

Psycho!

This is the thought that Oriona had after listening to Esong-Brain's words.

Just because he wanted to see his ability, he dared to touch the things of the terrorist mobile team, and also entrusted Cormac, a guy who wanted money but not life. What is the relationship between him and him? Why is he so familiar with me in his words, and he wants to see my ability?

"Do you and I know each other, you lunatic!?"

"It's just the first time I met you, but I wanted to do this."

Esson-Bryan didn't give Oriona time to ask again. He looked at his watch and said something that made Oriona and Kiley beside her shudder:

"The loss of the Terrorist Squadron should have been concealed until four hours later, but I think that time is too long, so I set a timer to call the Terrorist Squadron's reserved phone number in 20 minutes, and then the phone will kindly inform them that the 'thing' is lost. "

"You! "

Kile couldn't help it. He wanted to draw his gun, but at the moment he drew his gun, Eson-Breen used an extremely sensitive movement to hold a golden scimitar against his throat.

Even though his heavy subcutaneous armor was enough to help him resist the blade of this sharp blade, Kiley still swallowed his saliva instinctively.

The speed was too fast and the movement was too sensitive. He was held against the neck in the blink of an eye. He didn't react to the movement of this crazy old man at all.

"It's useless to kill me. I set the timer when I came. If you want to kill me, you'd better consider the time you spend with me, young man."

Eson-Breen put away the knife, sat down again naturally, and then looked at his watch again.

"Now, you have nineteen minutes and fifty seconds.""