Cyberpunk: 2075

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Panting heavily, Carl felt the warmth flowing down his forehead, and was just glad that he was still alive.

Before the ACPA driver fired, he had anticipated that the other party might fire, and had dodged in advance, so he did not take the 20mm bullet that could tear him in half directly. The injury he suffered now was caused by the stones splashed by the bullet.

After tearing off his inner shirt exposed under his bulletproof vest, Carl wiped the blood from his head with his left hand, and temporarily bandaged the wound on his forehead with a strip of cloth around his head to prevent the bleeding from disturbing his vision in the battle later.

"This time it's really life-threatening."

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Carl calculated the time in his heart. He had an eight-minute life limit, and now there were less than seven minutes left, which meant that he had to take down that ACPA in seven minutes and bring the target to the Blue Green Building...

'This dream is too beautiful. '

What does Carl have in his hand now.

Single molecule line, Kenshin technical pistol, and a few grenades. Use these things to deal with an ACPA who is more than two meters tall and whose arm armor is almost as wide as his entire body?

Damn, this is too much like soul wandering, a speed pass without injury, right? Can you give me a chance to go back and start over? I will try to pass it within ten times.

While thinking about the combat methods that can be combined with these things, Carl heard that the ACPA who had just been blown down by his grenade was moving again downstairs. The other party's voice was so heavy that it was hard not to hear it.

Then…

....

Why did it suddenly become quiet?

Carl listened carefully to the sound. Apart from the panicked cries of the receptionists as they fled in the background, he didn’t seem to hear any sound like the activity of the mecha.

Something was wrong.

The guy who had been desperately chasing him and was blown down by him just now suddenly stopped moving. No matter who thought about it, it would feel wrong.

Then, Carl immediately understood why the other party stopped.

Because the other party didn’t need to come up.

‘I found you.’

The ACPA driver smiled grimly in his helmet. He raised the machine gun in his hand and aimed at Carl, who was located on the second floor above him.

The connection between the second floor and the first floor was only the escalator and the emergency passage in the corner of the floor. Since it was no longer possible to rush to the second floor by simply jumping, he changed his mind.

He didn’t have to go up, but the other party had to come down.

This armor is specially designed for precision strikes on the battlefield. Its detection ability can detect the approximate range of Carl on the second floor. What he needs to do next is to accurately "cut" that place like a scalpel cut.

The roaring machine gun smashed the foothold around Carl. Before Carl made any resistance, the scalpel cut was completed, and Carl fell down with a piece of floor around him.

Good news, I am lucky, the opponent is unlucky, and no machine gun hit me.

Bad news, the machine gun shot was too dense after hitting a circle around me for six meters, and I couldn't run and fell down.

'Lucky guy. '

I found that I randomly selected the approximate position for peeling, and that guy was just in the middle of the peeling position I selected without any attack. Even the ACPA driver who is now very unhappy with Carl has to admit that this street mercenary is really lucky.

However, let him face himself, this is not what I think in my heart.

Otherwise, what he should do is to conduct indiscriminate sweeping of the approximate position he has detected. The probability of hitting in that way is much higher than the probability of hitting with a circular scalpel.

The ACPA driver has the capital to be arrogant and the ability to vent his anger, and now, Carl has indeed fallen into his hands.

The equipment gap between the two is too obvious, so obvious that Carl's struggle is useless in front of this ACPA driver, which can be solved with a little thought.

'It seems that your struggle is over, mouse. '

The ACPA driver's machine gun pointed at Carl, but before Carl raised his hand, he had already clenched his hand and threw out a single molecule line between his fingers.

Single molecule lines can cut many things, and they are also very sharp, but these things do not include ACPA, whose materials can be compared with the main battle tanks in 2075.

The monomolecular wire broke through the material of the ACPA surface about one centimeter and wrapped around it. Then Carl tried to pull it, but found that his whole body strength might not be as strong as the opponent's finger.

'Ugh, it seems that I am really dead this time. '

Looking at the ACPA driver who allowed himself to attack, the mobile gun moved slowly but never stopped for a moment, and maintained the condescending and arrogant feeling, Carl listened to the monomolecular wires on his arms 'bang bang' sound, and the mechanical distortion sound of the extension to the limit made him feel toothache. Carl knew that he really asked too much of the monomolecular wires.

It's hard work.

But please help me at the end.

Even if this is really ugly, I still want to struggle.

'Witness my struggle. '

Carl smiled.

Carl's smile made the ACPA pilot a little confused. What he wanted to see was the complete failure of the other party. Whether it was showing resentment or crying bitterly, as long as it was shown, he would be able to get what he felt in his heart. The great satisfaction, the sense of past glory belonging to the elite, can return to him again...

And failure should never be a smile.

Just a street mercenary....

"Thank you for looking down on me."

Carl entangled the ACPA pilot's monomolecular wire and began to glow.

Monomolecular wires can be charged, and what they do after charging can give you the power to give it a try...

"Zizzi!"

The sound of electric current sounded on ACPA's armored hand, and the single molecular line flowing with current and heat became sharper in an instant. It actually cut a full ten centimeters inward at this moment, and the metal was cut Open it, and underneath the slightly melted section is human flesh and blood.

The pain came to the ACPA driver for the first time when he was wearing ACPA.

This pain was not only physical, but also dealt a heavy blow to his soul.

As a transcendent, otherworldly being, he was actually injured by someone relying on his mortal body.

‘God’, are you angered?

People don't know.

The ends of the monomolecular wires on Karl's arms were pulled by Karl, and they were thrown towards each other and cut towards his wrists. The sharp monomolecular wires instantly cut off the palms of Karl's hands like a hot knife cutting through butter.

It's like cutting with a scalpel.

It is indeed a single molecular line.

When the two broken palms were firmly connected to the monomolecular wire hanging on the ACPA mecha, Karl fell backwards, and relied on his backwardness and the pulling force of the wrist that had lost his palms to tear them away. What's left in the arm is still connected to the single molecular line on the palm. In the spurt of blood, half of the mechanical structure of the arm, along with the everted flesh, is connected to the single molecular line on the palm.

The prosthetic body has completed its duty, and now it is Carl's responsibility.

With no palm left and only half of the blood-colored cross-section of his arm left, Karl fell backwards. What he saw was light.

What he could see from the first floor was that the light from the second floor was shining through the gap and illuminating him obliquely. The ceiling chandelier was destroyed by the machine gun, making the dark first floor look so bright and shining.

It's like looking at a clear sky.

Karl fell down, and the ACPA driver who felt the pain had not recovered from the pain when he saw the two palms hanging on his body with the single molecular thread opened.

In the middle of the palm that was separated from the body, there were two grenades that had already been unplugged.

Think about it again. How many seconds does it take for a grenade to explode after unplugging it?

Four or five seconds.

How many seconds have passed now?

Just right, no more, no less.

Four seconds.

"boom!"