Cyberpunk: 2075

"Jack, cooperate with me."

After sending a message to Jansen, asking him to order his men to suspend the attack, Karl began to step forward.

James Sean Weistein's time is over.

The distance between him and Karl at this moment is ten meters.

"You avoided the grenade that only had the greatest threat and stayed close.

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Karl threw aside Kenshin, who had emptied his bullets during the suppressed fire, and raised his hands slightly from his sides.

Two single molecular lines emerge from it.

"Sure enough, I still have to get close to you and use the monomolecular line that I spent a lot of money to upgrade to deal with you.

Subcutaneous armor can reduce the impact of bullets, but it is not that effective when facing single molecular lines.

James originally had a gun on his back. Under the suppressed fire, the gun was also broken into pieces. When facing Karl, who was walking slowly, James almost instinctively raised his left hand to shoot. The bullet launching system, and when he tried to fire the bullet, the only response his arm gave him was the sound of an empty chamber.

"Do you still want to play the trick that times have changed?"

Karl's steps were steady, and he didn't want to slip on the slippery ground: "Show your mantis knife, I'm happy to play close combat with you."

There was no need for Karl to say anything. The mantis knife with its blade reflecting the cold light had already popped out of James's right arm, and he was heading straight towards Karl.

‘As expected. ’

Karl's data stream, carrying the golem, came to James' right arm.

"The prosthesis is overheating.'

The operating parts of the Mantis Knife in James' arm suddenly began to overclock, and the scorching temperature it emitted directly cooked the remaining flesh and blood in James' arm. The arm that James was about to swing stopped for a moment because of this.

But a tough guy is still a tough guy after all. After that moment of stasis, James ignored the pain of his arm being roasted and chopped it down with the mantis knife.

Karl dodged. He had no intention of competing with a strong man for strength. Although his current arm might not lose in strength, he had never forgotten that this strong man had more than one mantis knife!

Sure enough, just as Karl dodged the mantis knife swung down by James, James' right knee suddenly lifted up, and the bent and stretched mantis knife followed the movements of his knees and chased Karl from the bottom up.

"this."

The tip of the mantis knife touched a single molecular line that was blocked in front of him in advance.

Karl held the thread with both hands, blocking it just in front of the tip of the knife with the width of a line.

The quality of James' Mantis Knife is very good, at least it is on the same level as the single molecule wire in Carl's hand.

While blocking the Mantis Knife, Carl saw a small notch on the tip of James' knife and heard the 'yarning' sound of the monomolecular thread in his hand. It was the weird harsh sound caused by sharp weapons rubbing against each other. Voice.

"I'll have to get it repaired later, but fortunately it's just a minor damage.'

Yarn-yarn made a harsh friction sound, and it was suddenly stretched.

'I knew it. ’

In Karl's inner sigh, what he had expected happened.

James started the fourth Sian Westin.

Cyberpsychosis is really awesome, and overclocking and cheating are too much.

The raised knees were lowered, and the mantis knife that affected the legs was retracted. As James shifted his body, the mantis knife in his hand pulled out a series of afterimages in the air, and at a ghostly speed, in Si'anwei. Before Stan stopped, James was already standing behind Carl, holding a mantis knife and slashing at his head.

There is absolutely no chance of Carl surviving this blow. His skin is not the armor of ACPA.

But it can't stop the Mantis Knife.

So I said, it’s expected. '

Karl turned his back to James and made no movement, even if he could react, because any movement he made might cause someone who was aiming to lose their position and accidentally injure him.

At this angle, you should be able to hit it.

"Easy."

As if responding to what Carl was thinking at the moment, Oliver, who had been aiming Nekomata from the beginning of the battle, finally fired his first shot.

A sniper only needs to fire one shot.

"Swell!"

A huge roar came as time stopped in Si'an Westan.

Blood sprayed all over Karl's back. Among the bones and mechanical fragments scattered uncontrollably, an arm equipped with half a mantis knife flew high.

"We are a team of three."

"Well done, Oliver!"

Amid Jack's shouts of joy, Carl turned around and threw out the single molecular line.

"Weiwei!"

There was a clean sound of breaking and cutting, but no damage could be seen on James' body.

James, who had lost his arm, was in a daze.

The moment he realized that his arm was missing, he wanted to raise his knees, pop out the mantis knife and repeat the same trick, but as Karl turned around, he could no longer feel the sensation in his legs.

"To really 'impede movement', it would be easier to simply break off the leg, right?" "

With Carl's smile, which specifically avoided getting blood on his face, Jack walked over and kicked James to the ground.

James, whose entire leg had been severed, leaving only half his body and head still conscious, raised his head.

It seems that until this moment, when his weapons and offensive prosthesis were all destroyed, he was still ready to attack the enemy in front of him with his teeth.

"You may indeed be a qualified soldier."

Jack stepped on James' chest with one foot, cutting off all his resistance. He looked down at James, who was lying on the ground with red light in his eyes, and wanted to bite something like a mad dog, with a slight sympathy in his eyes.

"Cyberpsychopath.

Jack pulled out a pistol from his waist.

The pistol he pulled out was a " " produced by Tsunami Company. It was a deadly and elegant kinetic weapon. Jack had someone help it to be modified and painted gold, and preciously called it "Golden Bitch".

Now, Jack picked up this precious "Golden Bitch" and pointed its muzzle at James's prosthetic eye.

"Have a good sleep, Soldados (soldiers). ’

At the last moment of his life, the red light in James' eyes faded a little for some reason. His eyes moved, but what he saw was still that fire, that burning fire.

However, he did not make any more resistance. He just stared at Jack, staring at the gun painted gold in Jack's hand, and said calmly:

"Good shot, soldier."

"You should really say this to Oliver, but I accepted it on his behalf, thank you.

Then, Jack pulled the trigger.

"Huh."