Cyberpunk: 2075

Oliver panted, staring at the bodies lying on the ground in front of him. He couldn't believe that he really survived such a gunfight. Bullets flew past his head several times, and he was lucky that his head was not in that position every time. He was really too lucky.

But this was also based on the help of others. If it weren't for the other person who suddenly joined in the middle of the fight, he would have been killed by the whirlpool gang bastards who kept pressing over.

"There's still one alive."

As Oliver leaned softly against the bunker, he heard a rather young voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Zhang's oriental face that matched the voice very well.

Only one person? And this age, eighteen years old, or nineteen years old?

At this age, he is still a student who has not graduated in Arasaka Academy, which specializes in training company dogs. Even in the street gangs of Night City, it is a bit too early.

Although there is no such saying in Night City, there are still idioms with similar meanings. At least, Oliver's Sixth Street Gang will never accept people under the age of 20 to join. Veterans hate new recruits to drag them down.

Oliver looked at Carl's face and thought about his identity.

Is he Chinese or Japanese? If he is Japanese, then is he a member of the Tiger Claw Gang? The Kabukicho area in Watson District is the territory of the Tiger Claw Gang. Is it because of the conflict between the Tiger Claw Gang and the Whirlpool Gang that they took action?

While Oliver was thinking, Carl had already walked in front of him and pointed the Lexington at his head.

"Name."

Having seen the other party's shooting speed and shooting skills, Oliver, who did not intend to resist, answered honestly: "Oliver."

"Age?"

"Twenty-four years old, gang member."

"Where did you come from?"

"Six Street Gang."

"Purpose?"

"The guys from the Vortex Gang may have robbed our goods, so we came to ask, and ended up fighting with this gang of reformed lunatics."

"Is that so."

Carl said something that Oliver did not quite understand, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Hand it over."

"What?"

"Your gun."

Is this a plan to capture him as a bargaining chip for the Tiger Claw Gang? Seeing that they had also attacked the Vortex Gang before, could it be that they were planning to seek cooperation?

Handing his gun over honestly, Oliver cooperated very well, but then he found that this person no longer cared about him. This person wandered around the corpses, squatting down from time to time to pick up something from the ground.

'The fourteenth. ’

Mumbling in his heart, Carl, who had just taken a bag when he left the stall, put a pistol and euros into the bag while counting them. After beating someone, he would search for the spoils. This kind of thing that Carl took for granted made Oliver a little scared.

‘Looking at the way this guy is searching, he is not from the Tiger Claw Gang, but a kidney-cutting scavenger. ’

In Night City, scavengers are a group of ruthless scum who regard people as objects to be sold. They like to attack civilians and lone gang members, attacking them to plunder money, organs and prosthesis, and Carl's behavior in the search is somewhat similar.

However, Oliver's newly raised worries were slightly relieved after seeing that Carl had no interest in prosthesis and had no intention of dissecting the corpses.

Thinking carefully, a guy like this guy, who has accurate and fast shooting skills, doesn't seem to need to be a low-level scum... But this search is too careful and serious.

Seeing that Carl was even looking through people's hair to see if there was any money hidden inside, Oliver couldn't help but stand up and walked to Carl's side. As expected, when Oliver approached, a gun was already pointed at his head.

"What's the matter?"

Without looking back, Carl said so. His harvest was not bad. These guys were not rich, but these bits and pieces collected together were almost more than 3,000 euros. The exact amount still needed to be counted.

"That... If we don't run away, the NCPD's tailmen may come over. By then, we may not look good in the scene."

"We?"

After hearing Oliver's words, Carl temporarily stopped looting. He turned his head to look at the Sixth Street Gang member with blond hair and a small mustache on his chin, and said, "I'm not a gang member. I'm just a civilian who was implicated by you and can't even eat safely. I don't need to worry about the NCPD."

Civilian?

Which civilian can use a very common Lexington that he himself disdains to use to blow up the heads of more than a dozen Whirlpool Gang members? You should know that the madmen of the Whirlpool Gang always like to perform prosthetic transformation on their heads. The meat content of their heads is extremely low, and they can grasp the gap between iron and meat and accurately send bullets into the brain. This shooting skill is definitely not something that civilians can do.

In Oliver's mind, he already had an accurate guess about Carl's identity.

This guy should be a mercenary, or a lone wolf.

Listening to the sirens getting closer and closer, Oliver thought about it and said, "Then consider it as your reward for saving my life. You are disturbed from eating, right? If you don't mind, I will treat you to a meal at a nearby restaurant, and how about washing your face?"

Oliver's eyes focused on the blood that was gradually coagulating on Carl's face.

"Eat."

The search was almost done, and Karl looked at the bag that could no longer hold a pistol, but he didn't mind being treated to a meal.

"But it has to be vegetarian."

The guy who kills without batting an eye is a vegetarian?

The corner of his mouth twitched, but Oliver responded quickly.

"Okay, I saw a Chinese restaurant on the way here. They should have some vegetarian food."

After saying that, Oliver looked at his fellow Sixth Street Gang members who had all turned into corpses on the ground and sighed.

Later, I have to tell my father about the things related to this place. Everyone who came here is dead, and I am left alone to live. No matter what the reason is, I have to give an explanation to the gang. I also have to give advice about the Uzumaki Gang when I go back. Dad discussed it carefully with the others.

This group of lunatics have already made too much money. The Sixth Street Gang doesn't really want to invade other gangs' territory, but that doesn't mean they are weak and cowards who can be bullied.

Originally a gang mainly composed of retired soldiers, no matter how good-tempered they can be, the Whirlpool Gang will definitely pay the price for it!

But before that.

Oliver had to give a good meal to the lone wolf who helped him. He could still remember the life-saving grace.