Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 126 104 Lion, Tiger, Rabbit

Chapter 126 104. Lion, Tiger, Rabbit

When David took his mother out the back door and Carl stood up, the gunfight on the street had stopped.

It’s not that the gang members don’t intend to fight anymore, it’s just that most of the people in the store at the center of the conflict have died.

Looking at the bodies filling the shop, and then at the gang members wailing and screaming on the street who were still alive, Carl shook his head.

As a mercenary, he had no idea of ​​getting involved in gang fights before he received the mission. To him, it was just a fight between two sides, and neither side could get any better.

Looking at the vending machine in the restaurant whose shell was ripped apart by bullets, Carl took a few steps, stuffed a banknote into the exposed coin storage area, and then took out a can of real water and drank it.

It's almost there.

CJ: It's almost done outside, is anyone rushing into the bar?
Oliver: No, everyone except Jack and I rushed out and started making noises outside. We had agreed to just stay by the bar, so I didn't think about going out.

Carl: What about you, Jack? Didn’t you go out?

Jack: We agreed to protect the bar, so let's just protect the bar. We are mercenaries, there's no need to create unnecessary trouble. I don't know anyone outside, so why should I get involved in this matter?

Carl: Yeah, the Valentino gang has about 6,000 people. Jack, you don't know everyone, and you're not a socialite.

Jack: What are you talking about, Carl? Don't worry, I used to be popular. I can understand some nostalgia for the past, but now I am a mercenary. I won't think of doing all kinds of favors just because the other party is from the gang I used to be in.

I am still qualified in my duties. If anyone from the Valentino gang escapes into the bar, I can lend a hand, after all, it is included in the scope of the commission. But forget it if you ask me to go out and help.

Oliver: But it's great that no one comes in. This kind of thing is indeed a troublesome matter, and it will be troublesome if it is really handled. After all, Jack and I come from different backgrounds. If outsiders really want to rush in and fight, we guess we can only handle it in a fair and impartial manner.

Jack: So, just for this time, some missions are quite troublesome when they involve the past.

Carl: I've called the police, and the NCPD will be here to clean up the mess soon. Oh, I can hear sirens, so it looks like the Sixth Street Gang is going to suffer this job. It's already past nine o'clock, so we should leave.

Oliver: Okay, Jack and I are done with this, you come to the bar and we'll drive out the back door.

What does the matter between street gangs have to do with this group of mercenaries? They just do what they are asked to do based on the mission. Either they don't take it, or they do it according to the mission. They agreed to get off work at 9 o'clock, but they have already worked overtime after 9 o'clock. It's good enough that they didn't ask for overtime pay.

After drinking the real water in two or three gulps, Carl walked towards the street stepping on the bullet shells all over the ground. The moment he walked out of the store, he attracted the attention of the three gang members.

The unspoken rule on the street is to resolve the issue before the NCPD arrives. Otherwise, it will be easy to negotiate with the NCPD, but it will be difficult to negotiate if you offend the Terrorist Squad.

Hearing the approaching sirens, the three gangs, knowing that the incident was over, paused their firefight, packed up their nearby equipment and the bodies of their companions, and prepared to retreat. Just as the conflict was about to end, a man in neat clothes, with a relaxed posture, holding a can of something, suddenly walked into the center of their previous firefight. He was too conspicuous.

"This guy looks so relaxed."

This is what every gang member who has survived the fight and is on the verge of death thinks when they see Carl.

Along with this thought came a feeling of near-absurdity. To use a description they had only seen in Super Dreams:
As the lion and the tiger were fighting each other and no one was sure who would win, and they retreated to the sides to lick their wounds, a rabbit chewing a leaf hopped past between them.

If it's not the 'lion' and the 'tiger' that are crazy, then it's this 'rabbit' that is really bold.

Or maybe the rabbit is just crazy.

Who in their right mind would so naturally run out and pass between the two sides when the two sides just put down their guns? Even the residents of Night City who are thick-skinned and indifferent to gunfights would not find such a person.

Carl walked to the trash can on the street and threw the empty can into it very politely. Then he shook his hands to get rid of the water droplets on his hands that had condensed on the surface of the real water can due to condensation.

In the air that seemed to have risen several degrees in temperature due to the exchange of fire, it felt really good to drink real frozen water bought from a vending machine.

After throwing the can, Carl noticed the surprised glances from both sides. He didn't care about anything. He nodded to the group on the left, and then nodded to the group on the right, as if he had greeted them all.

"It's late, everyone should go to bed early."

Seeing Carl walking into the bar with a calm expression, the three gang members suddenly woke up from their dream when they heard the sirens approaching.

For a moment, the stagnant time began to move.

For some reason, the injured lion and tiger continued to move only after they saw the rabbit passing by.

"Hurry up and drag him away. He can still be saved. Leave the body to the people at the medical center. We will pick it up later!"

"Damn Tiger Claw Gang bastards, I'll definitely find an opportunity to slaughter them on the street when I get back!"

"Go, go, go, don't stop. The NCPD is here. Don't let those bad cops catch us, or they won't mind getting rid of us all together and adding it to their list of credits!"

"Damn, those bastards from NCPD, why did they come so quickly today?"

Amid the panic and chaos, many gang members who were in action and had considerable experience in dealing with such street conflicts could not forget the black-haired young man who slowly walked through the center of the firefight after the exchange of fire stopped.

Generally speaking, even if such a crazy thing really happened, they should not remain silent and just stare at the other party passing by. Ignoring the relaxed attitude of all of them in this way is really too arrogant, and these street-smart people like them should not tolerate it.

That guy just now walked so pretentiously, why didn't anyone threaten him or pull out a gun to intimidate him?
Do you think you shouldn't bother with crazy people?
Then why, the remaining thirty-odd people all just watched him walk by, no one said a word, and no one moved, as if the mute button in Mewtwo was pressed.

Why, just now, were only the injured people wailing?

After the evacuation, the 'lions' and 'tigers' seemed to understand something belatedly.

In the super dream of the African grasslands that records the past, when a real lion walked slowly by, the wild rabbits of the African grasslands that were peeping in the holes in the ground dared not make a sound. Only the injured rabbits that had nowhere to escape could squeak a few times.

(End of this chapter)

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