Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 22 22. It Begins, 2075
"Boss, put the things down for a while, we'll be back to get them right away."

Carl said this and walked to the door. He actually didn't know what was happening outside, but Oliver's car was parked not far from the door. He had to go and see if Oliver's car was okay. If the car was broken, they would have to walk back with their things.

Looking outside through the smashed door, Carl saw a chaotic street. On the street, a sturdy man with yellow hair and sunglasses, who looked like a crew cut, was holding a "Military Technology MK. 31 heavy machine gun" and continuously firing at a truck that was stopped on the road.

On the road near Carl's side, two familiar corpses wearing hoods, with euros scattered around their bodies and bullet holes all over their bodies were lying on the street. Judging from the bullet holes on the two corpses, these robbers who had just robbed the Mewtwo store had suffered some kind of unexpected disaster.

"What's going on?"

Jack moved closer to the store door and looked out, but when he saw the scenery outside, he shrank back again: "Heavy machine gun, what is going on."

"my car!"

Oliver saw outside the door that there was an obvious bullet dent on the door of his car. It looked like it was hit by a bullet fired from the truck. Seeing such damage, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"That's my sister's birthday present to me!"

"How to say?"

Carl had already clenched his weapon, and at the same time, he reached for the grenade he had picked up from the Vortex Gang. "Are we going to kill everyone on both sides?"

With the grenade, he was confident that he could handle it even if he encountered a member of the Vortex Gang with subcutaneous armor like the one before, not to mention that Jack was now carrying a Crusher.

“You are too radical.”

Oliver would not take someone's life just because his car was accidentally damaged and dented. However, the guy with the heavy machine gun and the people on the truck who could shoot at him were not easy to deal with, so he could still tolerate this.

After all, they have heavy weapons to reason with, and Oliver happens to be a reasonable person.

“Too radical?”

Karl felt that he was okay. Compared with his compatriots who liked to kill whole families and eliminate the root of evil at any time, he was already very conservative.

Isn't there a saying that goes, who said we like to kill the whole family? Do I want to kill his whole family?
The gunfight outside proceeded faster than expected, because while the man who escaped from the driving seat of the truck was shooting at the yellow-haired man, a group of people who appeared to be in the same group as the yellow-haired man had already sneaked up behind the truck.

The first person to open fire among the group was a man with a black cockscomb who was holding a Copperhead with a mechanical hand and firing wildly. Next to him, there was a pale-skinned, short girl with green twin ponytails, holding a pink 'M-76 E Omaha' pistol. With the help of these two people, the truck transport personnel who were surrounded in the middle only lasted less than three seconds before they fell to the ground and could not get up.

"Mann!"

After dealing with the people near the truck, the green-haired girl with twin ponytails waved at the big man: "It's all dealt with!"

“Rebecca.”

The big blond man called Mann nodded to the green-haired girl from a distance, and called out to the cockscomb-haired man beside the girl: "Pira, find the things quickly so we can retreat."

"okay."

Watching the three people walk swiftly behind the truck, Jack said, "It looks like they are mercenaries like us."

"Then it seems there is nothing to see."

Carl turned around and went to get his Mewtwo and head-mounted Mewtwo display: "Do you want to go get your car fixed first, Oliver?"

"It's okay. I can fix this dent myself. Let's go check out the apartment first."

During the conversation between the two, after packing Mewtwo for himself, Mewtwo's owner ran out of the store and picked up the euros next to the body. These were all taken from his store, and he had to get them back. After Carl and Jack squeezed into the passenger seat again and Oliver started the car, the group of mercenaries, who seemed to be led by a big man named Mann, also got what they wanted from the truck. When they evacuated, the vehicle driven by Oliver drove past the truck.

Mann glanced at the passing vehicle and didn't pay much attention to it, but Carl glanced at him more in the passenger seat.

This guy's subcutaneous armor is also quite amazing, allowing him to stand on the road and shoot for so long.

This thought flashed through his mind and then disappeared in an instant. This little episode did not stay in Carl's mind for long.

Oliver drove the car all the way to the super skyscraper without any incident. They easily contacted the apartment manager and talked about renting the apartment.

The super skyscraper was built by a company, and the apartment manager was actually just an employee of that company, but he was as demanding as the landlord when it came to commission. After listing a bunch of terms and reminders, Oliver and Carl both rented apartments on the fifth and fourth floors for 1000 euros a month. Oliver wanted to be Carl's neighbor, but there was only one empty apartment on the fourth floor, so he had no choice but to choose the floor above Carl's.

Everything in the apartment is already equipped, and Carl and Oliver can move in right away. It’s just that the company-managed apartments are kind enough to provide you with all the necessary facilities, so each of these things must have its own circumstances.

"Private phone calls cost 10 euros for the initial fee, and 0.75 euros per minute for calls. For TV, there is a 50 euro deposit, and then 1 euro per hour of use. Well, there are also vending machines in the room. Wow, this business has even come to the room."

Carl walked to the vending machine and spent fifteen euros to buy three bottles of small Coke. He gave two of them to Jack and Oliver respectively. He didn't like small Coke very much, but the vending machine didn't have any other coke for sale, perhaps because of a suppression by the seller. He could only drink the bitter Coke.

"How's it feeling, Carl?"

Jack lay down on the sofa in the room. It was his first time in an apartment like this.

“Overall, it’s livable.”

"Just to live in?"

Oliver hadn't had time to go take a look at his own room, but their rooms were of the same type, and looking at Carl's was almost the same as looking at his own, so he was a little surprised by Carl's nonchalant attitude.

"I haven't lived in a better house than this since I became independent at the age of 18."

"how old are you?"

"Twenty-four, didn't you ask me all this when we first met?"

"forget."

You're having a miserable life as you can't even afford a house that costs 1,000 euros a month even after six years of independence.

Carl, who lived in such a house on the second day of his time travel, did not feel that it was an honor at all.

But no matter what.

Looking at Oliver and Jack lying limply on the sofa, looking like salted fish, Carl opened the can and took a sip.

My own story in 2075 has also begun.

"Gulu."

"So sweet."

(End of this chapter)