Cyberpunk: 2075

"Citizens, please trust the policies of our City Council..."

Listening to Lucius Lane's endless words, which seemed to be endless, Carl, who stood for half an hour after putting on the NCPD uniform, felt a little sleepy.

Truth be told, there are few things more drowsy than standing there listening to a formulaic speech that has nothing new to offer.

Fortunately, before Karl closed his eyes, he noticed a figure squeezing into the venue from a distance.

Looking at the person who was wearing quite ordinary clothes, but there were very obvious signs of transformation under the ordinary clothes, Karl realized that the person he was waiting for had already arrived.

'Peter Hosvar.'

When Carl saw the person, he also knew the person's name by connecting to the city's NCPD network.

He was a citizen of Night City with a rather ordinary identity and experience. He had been in prison. After he was released from prison, he didn’t know what he had experienced in prison. He began to criticize Lucius Lane’s policies and called him Lucius Lane. Lucius Lane is just a dog of Arasaka, and all policies are just false promises. One day he will make Lucius Lane, a man who betrayed his promise, pay the price...:,

Although most of what Mr. Peter Hoswa said about Lucius Lane was true, and he also made dangerous remarks about the mayor, because he was just a small citizen, no one cared about his wild words. , after all, there have never been a few people in Night City who were happy, but now, things are obviously different.

This Peter Hoswa seems to have enough ability to realize his usual eloquent words.

His prosthetic body was definitely not something that ordinary citizens could afford. At least, it was not something that Peter Hosvar, a citizen who was usually just a stall worker, could afford.

The hands and legs have all been modified, and they all exude a metallic luster. Under the metal of the hands, there are very obvious grooves suitable for the mantis knife to pop out.

This prosthetic body costs at least tens of thousands of euros in total. Considering the material of the mantis knife, the price can be raised even higher. For the average salary, it may not cost several thousand euros, but just for daily consumption. It's very difficult, for ordinary citizens of Night City who can't save money, but they can't make enough money in their life.

If you have the ability and the ability, you can do what you usually say. From this aspect, Peter Hosvar can be regarded as an honest person. At least after he has the ability, he really takes action. However, considering In his current state, Carl may not be sure whether he did it entirely out of his own will, or was given the hint that Lucius Lane must be killed when he was transformed by the prosthetic body.

Staring at the pair of red prosthetic eyes flashing in the crowd, Karl silently sent a message to his companions and the NCPD channel he was connected to.

"There is a suspicious person approaching from the four o'clock position centered on me."

After receiving Karl's message, the NCPD officers had such a tacit understanding that they didn't say anything. Their eyes glanced past the place where Peter Hoswa was, but no one made a sound. They just started to isolate the surrounding people silently during the operation. crowd.

Just when the crowds of people became less dense and a temporary path was opened in front of Peter Hoswa for him to sprint, Lucius Lane appeared in his eyes.

At the end of this road, about fifty meters away from him, was Lucius Lane, standing on the construction platform with his waist straight and his fat belly.

The red flash stopped for a moment, as if the brain was receiving information, and then the mantis knife popped out of Peter Hoswa's hands.

"Attention, there is a suspicious person!"

The warnings of NCPD officers pierced the air.

In this chaos, Peter Hosvar acted quickly. He ignored the people around him who were protected by the NCPD and were still immersed in the confused crowd. He moved his legs. From what he looked at, the people around him became wider with the isolation. The path flew towards the direction of Lucius Lane.

The modified mechanical prosthetic leg burst out at extremely terrifying speeds. Almost in the blink of an eye, he passed through the crowd and arrived outside the NCPD blockade.

There was only one NCPD officer standing in front of him.

Peter Hoswa's mind at this time only had thoughts about Lucius Lane. Facing the NCPD police officers blocking him, his first instinctive reaction was to use the mantis knife in his hand to kill the man. A police officer who looked very young was cut into pieces, but just when such thoughts flashed through his consciousness, a premonition of danger that could be better exerted after the consciousness was handed over to instinct warned him in advance.

Don't try to do it.

Will die.

The NCPD officer wearing a plain NCPD uniform and holding an Ajax rifle gave Peter Hoswa an extremely terrifying feeling, even though he was different from before. He was funded by the 'Mysterious Man' and had He was covered in sophisticated prosthetics, but the feeling that penetrated deep into his bones from just one encounter still reminded him how to make the right choice.

With his feet firmly on the ground, and with an explosion of force released forward, Peterhosvar "flyed", or to use a more accurate word, he jumped.

Seeing Peter Hosvar leaping nearly four meters high and leaping past him like a frog bouncing, Karl was filled with wonder.

Charge jump, this prosthesis looks really good, let alone other things, at least it's fun to jump.

Carl stood there without stopping Peter Hoswa who avoided him and rushed towards the mayor, looking like he was stunned.

He was just a small police officer, how could he have the ability to stop a crazy cyber psychopath? That kind of thing should be left to others, such as...:

The current captain of the NCPD Special Operations Team, a certain sheriff or something like that.

Looking at Peter Hoswa who leaped towards him from the air with a cold flash of the mantis knife in his hand, Lucius Lane, who was originally speaking and was interrupted by the sudden riot, was about to frown and seriously see what happened, and fell into a brief confusion and panic.

He was just a politician, not a mercenary who was used to fighting and killing on the streets. It would be too much for him to rely on his fat body to react to the sudden attack of the cyber psychopath.

Just when Lucius Lane thought he might die here today, he saw a figure coming quickly from the corner of his eye.

Lucius Lane had some impression of that figure.

It was the chief of police of NCPD.

Andy.