Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 222 81. Isn't it just, not crazy?

The opponents are the former ACPA trainers.

This is what Carl understood instantly when he looked into the eyes of the sniper.

Because the other person's eyes are so similar.

It was exactly the same as the man who almost killed him, that sense of aim, that indifference, that feeling of determination to win.

After putting on the exoskeleton, will the personality be assimilated like this? For ACPA pilots like you, is there such a difference between putting on the 'self' and taking off the 'self'?

Carl draws his gun.

Time, it seemed, had returned to its original speed and continued to flow.

"Be careful Blanca, there's a sniper."

"Sniper?!"

Blanca reacted quickly. She bent down as Carl pressed her head, curled up into a ball to reduce the area that might be exposed, and asked nervously, "Who is it?"

"Nominally I am your subordinate, but now it looks like I am planning to kill you and me together. You are not well-received either."

Having said this, Carl took the initiative to move away from Blanca and hid aside.

Four hundred meters, this distance is not easy to lock.

The target is both myself and Blanca, but I don’t know which one of me and Blanca has a higher weight in his heart. It’s worth a try.

It wouldn't take long for the cat to recalibrate and aim after a shot, especially since the trainer had the assistance of an exoskeleton, so the muzzle wouldn't be raised too much. He should have adjusted the stability again by now.

But now is not the time to shoot.

Because of Oliver, Carl is very familiar with the Nekomata. The Nekomata gun has enough ability to penetrate steel and rock, but it requires a certain amount of electromagnetic power, that is to say, it takes a certain amount of time. According to Carl's memory of Oliver using it, this time is about a little more than one second.

One second.

Let me see who your target will be.

"Don't resist Blanca."

When Carl's words reached Blanca's ears, before she understood what he meant, the roar came again.

Four seconds have passed from the first shot to now. The military technology personnel at the front and back doors of the Spanish restaurant have already reacted. When they were on guard and opened the door to enter the Spanish restaurant, another bullet arrived in the restaurant faster than them.

The nerves are tingling.

Computing power reaches its limit.

But Carl saw it clearly.

confirmed.

"call."

It was as if she only heard the wind blowing. When Blanca came to her senses, she was already held in Carl's arms like a princess. In front of her, there were two shivering people dressed in chef and waiter uniforms.

Blanca immediately recognized them as the shop owners who reacted quickly and fled at the first opportunity. When she realized that this was the kitchen, Carl's calm voice rang out: "Their target is you."

After saying this, Blanca felt her body losing weight, and the two hands that were supporting her body were pulling back.

She reacted very quickly and adjusted her posture in the air, landing on the ground in a half-squat position. Blanca barely avoided being thrown to the ground by Carl, but she obviously did not intend to pursue the issue of Carl's actions. She turned her head and frowned as she said:

"I realized I was a test subject, so I planned to rebel"

Before Blanca finished her words, she saw Carl's current appearance.

The first thing her artificial eye noticed was Carl's right arm. At the elbow, his clothes were mixed with blood, exposing a concave gap in the flesh.

"Are you hurt?" Blanca stopped talking immediately and stared at Carl's arm with a worried look on her face: "Because of me?"

"No, I was careless."

Carl didn't mean to put the blame on his employer. He said honestly, "I miscalculated the time. He seemed to know that I knew the charging time of the Nekomata, and he stayed for a while longer before pulling the trigger and releasing it, which led to some errors in my judgment."

“This injury.”

Data flowed in Blanca's eyes. "I have already contacted my people to rush over, and have also called the NCPD and the rescue center. My subordinates should have reacted. There are eight people guarding here, so they should be able to hold out for a while. You are injured, so you have to hide with me for a while."

"I'm not going to wait."

Karl moved his arm indifferently: "This wound is just the artificial skin being scratched by the bullet. Half of my arm is no longer flesh. Have you forgotten?"

"But since I have my people outside as bait."

"So, I have to go out."

Carl shook his head at Blanca's worried look towards him: "I don't really like seeing people die unnecessarily."

"Although it may be ridiculous in this era, I still like to respect others and respect life to a certain extent."

"But my subordinates are here to protect me. This is their duty."

"Then I also have this responsibility. After all, I accepted the commission, right? Don't say more. Some time has passed. That guy should have realized where we are hiding in this restaurant."

Carl smiled at Blanca: "Besides, I have to take revenge too, don't I."

At the end of the night, it was pulled out and held in the hand.

Finally, Carl nodded to the terrified chef and waiter and smiled gently: "Your food is delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

The next moment the voice fell, Karl disappeared from the spot.

Once again, he left in slow time just as he had come.

"Respect others, respect life"

Blanca looked at the place where Carl was originally, a little dazed.

Are you crazy?

In Night City, we should respect others and respect life?

This is a place where there are people who are always trying to devour and betray you, and if you don't move forward you will die without a burial place.

This is a place where there are crazy people with guns drawn everywhere, who can go crazy and launch indiscriminate attacks just because of their good or bad mood.

In a place like this, respect others and life.

Are you crazy.

Absurdly, Blanca thought a lot.

She thought of the mission she and Carl had been on, when Carl smiled and gave her the reward after completing the mission. She thought of the video she had seen, when Carl smiled and risked his life with ACPA.

You, must have gone crazy, Carl, it's obvious that reasonable sacrifice is not important, other people you don't know will do, why take the risk.

Although she should have thought so, Blanca inexplicably thought of a sentence at the end, a sentence from a book in her hometown.

A quote from Don Quixote.

'When life itself is so absurd, who knows what counts as madness? Maybe being too realistic is madness, giving up dreams is madness, being too sober is madness, and the craziest thing is to accept reality without thinking about what it should be like! '

Isn't it crazy to accept the reality of Night City today?

(End of this chapter)