Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 154 13. Collapse
When he arrived at the door, Carl received the personnel distribution map that Oliver sent in the team channel.

Oliver, overlooking the entire camp from a high place, could see clearly all the actions of the night wanderer.

"Karl, you're just in time. Forty meters ahead of you, behind a brown modified Hera, there are four people who should be the leaders. Get rid of them. They are very alert and have some kind of electromagnetic interference device installed on them. After my scope penetrated the bunker, I couldn't see their specific position clearly, so it's not easy to deal with them."

"Is there no way to aim at Hera's engine and blow it up with one shot?"

"I tried it with the last car. They reacted very quickly. The engine did not explode immediately after being hit. They took advantage of this time to slip away. If I don't drive the Sian Westin, I can't catch up with them."

"You can't catch up with their movements. It's not like they have a Krenzikov in every hand."

"who knows."

The Krenzikov prosthesis is not a particularly rare one, and there are countless people wearing it in street gangs. But in a harsh environment like the Badlands, with dust everywhere, wouldn't there be any problems if such a sophisticated prosthesis was installed?

But no matter what they pretend to be, it obviously has nothing to do with Karl.

Time slowed down.

Amid the hail of bullets, Carl stepped forward.

The body passed through the bullets and stepped on the dust.

Watching the bullets flying around him, Carl felt that every part of his body was telling of 'pleasure'.

Just the speed of reaction and muscle movement of the whole body increased as if he had mastered time.

It is no wonder that many people are addicted to prosthetic transformation. The sense of power and control that the original body cannot bring may also be the cause of some kind of cyberpsychosis?
Carl actually didn't quite understand the principle of Sian Westin, but in his thinking, the principle of Sian Westin might be similar to that of fish.

When he was young, Carl would often see this scene when watching other children fishing by the creek: their outstretched hands were clearly less than two centimeters away from the fish in the creek, and they were the ones who stretched out their hands first. However, when they came to their senses, the fish had already moved in the water waves as if in an instant, and moved to another place where their fingers touched, and continued to swim. The posture of the fish swinging its tail easily made it seem as if the child's outstretched hand just now had never happened.

The speed of reaction and action that erupted in that instant is beyond the reach of humans, so Carl was wondering whether the principle in this regard was to imitate creatures like fish, whose movement and reaction speed far exceeds that of humans, so that Swanstein could replace the part that humans are missing and allow humans to reach that speed of action and reaction, just like a fish that can swim freely in a river where time is slow, and easily avoid the fingers of slow-moving children.

Thinking too much.

In a slow moment, Carl, who had crossed twenty meters and arrived among the night ghosts, shook his head slightly.

I am not the protagonist of some time-stop series. Those people are talking to themselves and thinking about all kinds of things because time has stopped. I am the one who is experiencing time slowdown. I have so many thoughts. Could it be that when time slows down, everyone will be like this and think that they are above humanity?
I don't want to become some unruly person holding a steamroller.

Carl tried hard to suppress the chaotic thoughts that popped up in his mind. He felt that his nerve reactions might have quickened, causing his thinking to become active. But at least he had arrived.

Carl felt a tingling sensation in his nerves and body, and when he stopped, he was twenty-four meters away from his starting point.

I can hold on a little longer, but this is almost the limit.

Time continued to flow at its normal speed, and Carl raised his hands among the crowd of night ghosts.

On the wrist, the single-molecule wire has begun to glow as it has completed charging.

"Huh." "This guy is!!"

The six night wanderers around where Carl stopped looked at the stranger who appeared among them with their pupils shrinking sharply, but before they could react, the single molecule line had passed.

Swinging the light flashing in the air, Carl retracted the single molecule line and stepped forward.

"Sorry, just passing by."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The one who could let out a scream of terror was certainly not the night-wandering ghost that had been broken into twelve pieces and fallen to the ground.

When Carl appeared in the crowd and killed six people at once, the Night Walkers showed their qualities as a gang of despised people from the Badlands.

"Everyone has been killed. We are no match for them. Help!" "Run, drive, leave quickly!!"

They turned and ran.

It might not be a rout like birds and beasts scattering in all directions. At least while running away, this group of night wanderers showed basic qualities. They knew to go to the vehicles and drove away with their weapons. As the night wanderers around Carl fled, the remaining night wanderers obviously had no intention of being scapegoats for others.

They all knew the other's character very well and did not expect them to stay and stop them, so they just wanted to run faster than others.

The advantage makes people timid, and the disadvantage makes people scatter
Well, not even as good as a street thug.

As expected, the boss in Night City is the boss, and there is still a gap between him and the outside world.

Things went more smoothly than anyone in Carl's team had imagined. According to Oliver's idea, they had to at least cause more than half of the casualties to the Night Walkers and get rid of all the people led by their leader before they would think of running away. This was why Oliver wanted Carl to get rid of their leader. But who could have thought that Carl rushed into the crowd of people and killed six of them, and wiped them out.

"In the Sixth Street Gang, this would get you shot!"

Oliver put away the cat and horses. He was not a murderer. He would not chase after and kill someone if he ran away. That was about it.

"What a pity. I wanted to test the quality of those four leaders."

Carl looked at the four figures running fast and said, "But it looks like they really have Krenzikov installed. I saw a person's back with obvious traces of Krenzikov installed. I don't know how they found a good prosthetic doctor to repair it in this evil land."

"Maybe there is a force behind this? Otherwise, how could the military technology convoy be hijacked by these bastards? It's too outrageous."

As Oliver's voice fell, a call came in from Carl.

The person who called
It's Blanca.

　ps. I wanted to take a leave because of a stiff neck, and I have already sent the leave application. In the end, I applied some ointment and felt better, so I am here to update again. Yunnan Baiyao is really strong.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)