Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 245 7. There is no reason not to meet

Feeling the projectile launching system pressing against her jaw, Pyrrha's eyes were somewhat dazed.

He had heard before that before death, time would slow down and people could review their lives in an instant, but when he really encountered death, Pyrrha felt...

Time does seem to slow down, but looking back on a lifetime in a flash, it seems not.

All he felt was the gradual flow of heat from the cold machinery below.

The heat coming out of the launch tube was transmitting into his brain through his jaw.

So hot.

So hot
And in the heat, the wind came.

Feeling his body as if being swept away by the wind, when Pyrrha regained consciousness and came to his senses, he was already under the container.

"thump."

Feeling her body falling to the ground in a bent posture, her elbow hit the ground hard. After the trance passed, Pyrrha's first feeling was pain.

My waist hurts, as if someone kicked me.

Then there is the feeling of being at a loss.

Not dead?

The projectile launch system was pressed against his jaw and activated, but he didn't die? !

"boom--"

It was only then that the projectiles fired into the sky exploded because there was no target.

When the sound of the explosion reached the ears of everyone present, Mann had just taken a step forward.

"Pyrrha, little one."

David was only halfway through his reminder.

But things.

It has ended.

Behind the bald middle-aged man who pressed the projectile launch system, his eyes filled with confusion and madness, and who was obviously suffering from cyber psychosis, Carl was already standing there.

All night long, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back of the bald middle-aged man's head.

Carl's eyes were calm.

"Let me ask you this: are you still sane?"

"Woo!"

The bald middle-aged man's body rotated along with the projectile launching system in his hand.

"alright, I got it."

Trigger pulled.

"Bah."

With the crisp sound of firing, a bullet hole appeared between the eyebrows of the bald middle-aged man who had just turned around. With the impact, his body shook and fell backwards into the barrel under the container.

"We need to inform Mr. Johnson. This guy is probably also a cyber psychopath on the run."

After muttering something, Carl smiled at him as he collapsed on the ground, in front of Pyrrha's stunned gaze.

That smile, the same as before. "Are you okay, Pyrrha?"

"Uh maybe?"

Pyrrha listened to Carl's question and subconsciously touched her body, and found that there was indeed no missing limbs. At most, her kidney was kicked and it was indeed painful.

"In the future, be more careful when facing those inexplicably neurotic people."

After giving a reminder, Carl jumped off the container and landed in front of Mann and the others.

Looking at Carl who was standing in front of him, Mann's eyes were a little complicated.

In addition to gratitude, there is also some disbelief.

Grateful because he saved Pyrrha's life, unbelievable because
Mann knew that Carl was strong, and he was prepared that Carl would be much stronger than him, but he didn't expect that Carl has become so strong now.

Remembering that job, he and Carl were both mercenaries of the same level, but how come two months had passed and now he couldn't even see Carl's tail? He originally thought that since he had a new prosthetic body and had trained hard in the past two months, he could at least keep up with Carl, if not catch up with him. But now...
If they really fought, I would be killed by Carl in the first encounter.

I remember Carl said that he had only been in the industry for a short time, so how could he have made such rapid progress?

While expressing his feelings, Mann thanked Carl: "Carl, you saved Pyrrha's life this time, thank you."

"Small things."

Not thinking it was a big deal, Carl casually waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing to worry about, then took out his cell phone and called Johnson, intending to ask Johnson to send someone to check if the person he had killed was a cyber psychopath on the run.

I saved someone under extreme circumstances and killed a cyber psychopath in passing, but you call it a small matter?
Except for Rebecca who went to her brother Pyrrha and kicked and scolded him, everyone else here heard Carl's light-hearted words, and in response to this sentence, they basically showed the same expression as Mann, who didn't know what to say.

Maybe, they are too short-sighted, maybe this is really just a small matter for Carl.

What does Carl's team usually do?
"That's all I'm going to do today."

Carl waved his phone at Mann and said, "Someone from NCPD will be here soon. I need to talk to them. After all, he's dead. I need to verify his identity. I won't go to the next bar with you guys to continue drinking. We can meet again next time when we have time."

"Well, let's get together next time when we have time."

Feeling that their brains were still being impacted by Carl's strength, everyone in Mann's team was still a little dazed when they left. It felt like they were just following Carl's words. After walking a few steps, David seemed to have reacted and waved to Carl: "Next time, call Jack and Oliver, I'll buy you a drink."

"Just one drink, David?"

Mann listened to David's words and calmed down. He smiled, put his arm around David's shoulders, and followed David in shouting to Carl, "I haven't thanked you properly for Sasha's matter and Pyrrha's matter this time, Carl. Next time when the mission is over, I'll treat you to all-you-can-drinks. Remember to come!"

"I don't want to drink as much as I want, but I will definitely come. I will notify Jack and the others, and then I will introduce you to the other members of my team."

He waved goodbye. Although he felt a little sorry that the evening rest that was supposed to continue today was over, Carl didn't care too much.

Even if such an accident had not happened and everything was stable, he would have taken the initiative to say goodbye to Mann and the others and left first.

Because, at the same time as he sent the message to Johnson, he also received a message from Mr. Johnson.

There were not many words in the content, but it was enough to interrupt Carl's rest.

"Andy has recovered a lot after treatment, although he is a little depressed. He wants to see you."

Andy?
Hearing this name that he had not heard for a long time, Carl recalled everything about him.

A mercenary who is familiar with Mr. Johnson and went to Cloud Top alone for his sister. When Carl was commissioned by the middleman Regina and Mr. Johnson to find him, he almost had a conflict with the terrorist mobile team that wanted to capture him as a member.

Now that he has recovered, does he want to see me?

There's no reason not to meet.

(End of this chapter)