Cyberpunk: 2075

"Bah, bah, bah."

After spitting a few times, Jack felt that the smell of blood in his mouth had dissipated a little. His eyes swept across the battlefield that had calmed down and was filled with the corpses of mercenaries and attackers, and then looked at the open space that opened after the battle. The Arasaka security personnel who came slowly in the car curled their lips in displeasure: "We were all done fighting before they came here. It's like it's written on their faces that you are just testing dangerous cannon fodder."

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Company dogs are like this... Jack, don't move around. There are a lot of bullets in your body. Although they are not important parts, if you don't take care of them, they may leave the root of the disease." of."

Oliver used forceps and a scalpel sterilized with alcohol swabs to treat Jack's injuries. After handling Jack, he had to go and treat the other mercenaries. They were all people who fought together, so they couldn't watch. Let others get injured and wait to die.

"I said, can't you give it a shot to get it back to health or do all you can to cure it? I think you still have some leftover. Wouldn't it be better to use that thing to get better quickly?"

Jack felt the numbness and pain in various parts of his body and grimaced a little. It was either that he couldn't bear the pain or that it was itching uncomfortably. As for his words, Oliver explained while dealing with the injury:

"The treatment of that thing directly promotes the healing of your cells. Healing too fast may cause the bullet to stay inside and cause secondary damage. The bullet must be removed first, and I just gave the remaining goods to other mercenaries. The seriously injured people carried it first, and it has been used up.”

"Are you so kind?"

Jack glanced at Oliver: "It's not like your style."

"No counter-offer, one hundred euros each."

"That's okay."

In fact, Jack also knows that Oliver has more good intentions in this regard. After all, mercenaries are probably willing to save lives, let alone 100 euros, 1,000 euros, or 10,000 euros when facing teammates who may die. He is a well-known mercenary, and his companions all have some feelings for each other. From a team perspective, it is really rational to spend some money to ensure combat strength, let alone only spending a hundred. Such a small amount of money.

Oliver probably didn't want other mercenaries to owe him anything, so he took a hundred euros in the name of money.

"The doctor is quite kind."

Karl, who had finished cleaning part of the battlefield, came back. He just went to the third floor where the sniper was and found that there was only a broken Nemomata sniper rifle and a broken helmet exoskeleton. The sniper himself didn't know when. He had already run away. It seemed that Karl's shot did not kill him.

As for when he ran away, Karl was not very clear. After all, after the mercenaries counterattacked, it didn't take long to clear out the group of attackers. The chance to escape was only such a small time. .

The number of this group of attackers has also been counted. In addition to the number of people who escaped is still unclear, there are a total of twenty-one corpses lying in the apartment building that were harvested by the mercenaries;

The attackers all had a Shingen, but almost every Shingen submachine pistol was destroyed by the attackers themselves using lock programs or grenades before being captured by the mercenaries. In terms of trophies, they can be regarded as small pieces. No gain.

The corpses of twenty-one attackers were exchanged for the lives of thirteen of the twenty-seven mercenaries and the serious injuries of four. The largest number, thirty-seven Arasaka security guards, let alone the trouble, the clothes None were dirty.

"Half the people went directly."

Mann walked over with a sigh. He felt a little sad for the other mercenaries, and he was also a little glad that he followed Karl on this mission, because if he hadn't followed Karl, he would have died this time. Among the people, he may be added.

In other words, if Karl hadn't used his crazy shooting to eliminate the sniper, their group of mercenaries might have all been lying here.

"They are all capable men. It's a pity."

Jack also felt a bit sad about the death of a rabbit. Among the thirteen mercenaries, none of them could compare with them in terms of weapons and prosthetics. They were just lucky, and they were not immediately targeted by the rockets. It was sheer luck that he survived without being named first by the sniper in the subsequent attack.

"We who survived are the only ones who have the right to sigh."

Karl said, and found that after the arrival of the Arasaka security personnel, they actually started to drive the mercenaries who had just finished fighting to get out of the way so that their convoy could pass.

"Shit, are they treating us as disposable mats? The road ahead has not been cleared yet, so they are so impatient to leave?"

Seeing this scene, Mann directly cursed: "I will be an idiot next time I take on the task of being a company dog."

"I'm more concerned about the other thing now."

Oliver looked at the scene where the injured mercenaries who were barely standing were roughly pushed to the ground by Arasaka security personnel, with a gloomy and terrifying expression on his face.

"How much money did those middlemen have to pay us to allow these corporate dogs to do this to us?"

Oliver felt that there was something wrong with the price of selling his life.

"It's probably a lot, but from the looks of them, they shouldn't dare to do this to us even if they don't give much."

Karl said: "Company dogs spend money to get things done, but some company dogs may not even understand how much money is spent to get things done."

"It's okay for company dogs to be on a higher level."

"Why do you think that dogs of different colors can be distinguished? Dogs all have to have a bloodline."

"Are you talking about real dogs or company dogs?"

"Does it make a difference?"

Carl stared at Guinevere who was slowly approaching: "Anyway, it's just about the color and bloodline."

"Oh, right."

Carl seemed to remember something and threw the Shingen smart submachine gun on his waist to Oliver: "I brought back two Saratoga submachine guns before. Didn't I give one to Jack and modify the other one myself? I didn't give you one, so I'll make up for it today."

"Didn't I say before that I wanted a sniper rifle more... Forget it, I don't have any other guns to use now anyway."

Oliver was still a little obsessed with his "dead" SOR-22, which made Jack, who had taken out the last bullet in his body, smile and patted his shoulder with his broad palm.

"Don't worry, brother, it will come sooner or later, it will come again sooner or later."

"Indeed."

Oliver sighed: "But, we have to survive this mission."

He looked at the Arasaka security who were clearing the obstacles skillfully, and felt a little depressed.

This mission has just begun.

Carl looked at the time.

The two-hour limit has passed half an hour, and there is still one hour and thirty minutes. The target must be delivered before the time is up.

Guinevere drove past several people, and Carl seemed to feel something and looked at the car, but all he saw was the silver body.

Illusion?

When Carl turned his head, the people in the car also withdrew their gaze.