Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 148 7. Attacking the Convoy
7am, bad land.

A 'Thunderbolt Mackinaw Larimore' pickup truck was driving across the desolate land.

"I hate all two-seaters."

Once again squeezed between the passenger seat and the driver's seat, Carl expressed his sincere feelings: "Why do we have to drive this kind of two-seater car?"

"Stop complaining Carl."

Oliver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said calmly, "Whether it's the Sky Quartz or Sky Hera, our models have not been specially modified for the Badlands dust. If you want to go to the Badlands, you can only drive this kind of pickup truck. Just bear with it."

"sigh"

Carl sighed, but he knew that what Oliver said was true. Compared with Quartz and Hera, the Thunderbolt Mackinaw Larimore, a pickup truck specially used for running goods and long-distance transportation, and which was sturdy and durable, was already the best choice.

"Think of the good Karl."

Jack said, with his hand close to the car door but not closing it completely, "With this car, even if we get lost in the bad land, the twenty gallons of water (about seventy-six liters) stored in the trunk will be enough for us to survive for many days."

"Why does it have to be based on getting lost?"

Complaints aside, Carl only minds the two-seater car and has no objection to sitting in the pickup truck itself.

First, this car is indeed a good car suitable for the Badlands. Second, this car was kindly borrowed by Old Man, a regular customer of the Wild Wolf Bar. He also specially made Badlands protection for it. It would be too rude for him to complain if he was willing to lend out his precious car that was necessary for the other party's survival.

The wind blew the dust against the glass windows, making a rustling sound. Listening to the sound, Jack started talking about another topic:
"Come to think of it, when I passed by Santo Domingo just now, I almost thought I was going to fight with those Six Street Gang members."

Jack was talking about a tense confrontation almost two hours ago, where Oliver was kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang because of his past relationship, and was forced not to return to the Saint Domingo area. The shortest way to get to the Badlands, the Watson District of Night City, was through Saint Domingo;

Originally, Oliver's plan was to just drive past and hide, but two hours ago, when Oliver was driving a pickup truck through Santo Domingo, he happened to be spotted by the Sixth Street Gang. Within just a few minutes, more than 20 people surrounded him. In the tense siege of the group with guns, Jack even drew his gun.

"Looking at the atmosphere, I want to take the initiative."

"There's no need to be so anxious. They don't dare to shoot."

Carl, who was squeezed between Oliver and Jack, responded to what happened two hours ago with a rather relaxed attitude.

"They know that if they dare to shoot, they are seeking death."

"really."

Jack smiled when he heard what Carl said: "There are only more than 20 people, and they dare to surround us and try to touch Oliver."

"I actually suspect that rather than wanting to attack Oliver, they were more frightened by your arrival."

T-BUG's voice rang out over the comms: "In the footage I saw, when they surrounded you, many of the young guys were shaking in their legs. It's not so much that they came to cause trouble for you, but rather that they saw you and were afraid that you would cause trouble for them, so they gathered people to come and take a look."

"When they kicked me out of the Sixth Street Gang, they were all so arrogant, as if even if I dared to come back, my father and sister wouldn't be able to save me. Now it seems that the Sixth Street Gang has also fallen."

Oliver, who was at the center of the previous conflict, didn't have any special thoughts about this matter. He just shook his head with some regret: "Among that group of people, I also saw the one who shouted the loudest when they kicked me out of the Sixth Street Gang. I was thinking that when they wanted to punish me, I would attack him first, but he just cowered in the back the whole time and didn't dare to say a word. I actually hold a grudge against such a person. I am really impressed."

“There’s nothing wrong with cherishing life.”

Carl said: "Everyone has his own way of life."

"Maybe." Oliver said, but he saw dust rolling in the distance, rushing towards them.

"That is."

Jack looked at the dust and the first thing he thought of was the weather: "Sandstorm?"

"No, those are traces of the convoy passing by."

Oliver, who knew more about the Badlands, said as he steered the car, trying to avoid the convoy that was rushing towards them: "Maybe we are just in their path. I'll try to avoid them."

Having said that, Oliver actually knew that a normal convoy would not drive side by side like they were doing now, but would be as straight as a stick. This way, the traces left by the cars behind would make life easier for the cars behind. But in a place like the Abominable Land, they were driving someone else's car, so if possible, he wanted to avoid conflict.

He would dare to rush towards any car that belonged to him or Carl.

What you don't want will come true. Oliver had already turned a corner, but the convoy that was rushing towards them turned an angle and continued to rush towards them.

"It's confirmed. It's the enemy."

Oliver looked in the rearview mirror at the convoy approaching rapidly from the left rear side and quickly identified the cars they were driving.

"The Thunder-powered Corby C240T is the favorite car of the wanderers."

"So, we are in trouble with the wanderers?"

Jack heard gunshots and howling from behind: "Could it be a night-wandering ghost?"

"who knows."

Carl took out his Nightwatch: "But they have already opened fire, so there is nothing to say. T-BUG, how many cars are behind?"

"Six. The signal on your side is not very good, so I can only use the camera installed on the front of the car to see behind. I don't know the exact number of people."

"It's okay, that's enough."

Jack took out the Saratoga, which was more suitable for use in this situation, pushed open the door, and jumped out.

The 'violent type' begins to adjust and the synaptic accelerator starts.

In the slow time that Jack felt, his body made an incredible movement at the moment of jumping out. He turned over, pressed one hand on the roof of the car, and pushed hard. In an instant, he flipped himself onto the roof.

"The higher-ups gave it to me."

The moment he said this, Jack half-knelt on one knee on the roof of the car to steady himself, and started firing at the back with the Saratoga.

"Thank you, Jack, for your help. I will fix the car's control system."

Karl also moved in a slow manner. After closing the open car door, he closed his eyes and lay down on the seat: "T-BUG, please help me connect it."

"Already prepared."

As the data flowed, Carl saw the convoy pursuing him from behind.

(End of this chapter)