Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 253 15. Unknown Enemy
“What does this mark represent?”

Carl recognized the mark as a claw. If it was really a claw, then from the appearance, it looked like some creature had stretched out its hand and was firmly grasping a corner of the box.

If it is a hand, will the other side
Carl moved a little and saw the same mark at the other corner corresponding to this mark.

The claws grasped the two corners of the box as if to pick it up.

If you look at it from this position, the body with the hands outstretched should be on the other side.

Carl moved again and stood at the back of the box under the curious gazes of other busy military technology members, but Carl could not see any pattern in this place.

Guessed wrong?

No.

Carl walked to the other side of the box, stretched out his hands and pulled apart the apples and plastic foam boards in the box. On the other side, corresponding to the inside of the claw mark, he saw a pattern with white edges and a black base. The overall shape was like a ball of black flames.

In the flames against a black background, there is a pattern of white bones.

This white skeleton does not look like a human bone. Instead, it looks like a lizard skull with an open mouth, and a section of spine is connected at the back end.

This mark?

Carl always felt familiar.

Have you seen this style of pattern somewhere?
After contacting Arasaka, Carl remembered where he had seen him.

Tiger Claw Gang.

The Tiger Claw Gang, a group of alternative bikers who like to modify motorcycles, like to put this style of stickers on their cars.

From this perspective, this group of freight personnel are indeed from the Tiger Claw Gang, and their past style of doing things has continued into their work.

No, are these internal boxes that the people delivering goods to Arasaka qualified to open? Shouldn't they be sealed over there and then they should move them up?

The guy loading the goods there was so stylish that he put his own stickers on the boxes. It doesn't seem like he would have the time to do such a thing during his busy work.
The problem was not solved, but the more I thought about it, the more I pondered it.

"Om-"

Just as Carl stood up, ready to put the matter behind him for the time being and start moving the vehicle with the almost organized military technology, a warning buzzing sound came from inside his combat uniform.

Carl didn't quite understand what this warning meant, but he could see clearly that when the warning sounded, the bodies of the surrounding military technology personnel instinctively tensed up.

"It seems that something serious has happened."

"An unidentified vehicle is approaching quickly. Warning again, an unidentified vehicle is approaching quickly!"

In the distance, on the hillside where the vehicles were originally hidden, the personnel in charge of security were desperately sending out warnings over the communication. Then, accompanied by a gunshot that echoed through the wilderness, the third warning stopped abruptly before it came out, and turned into a hissing sound of electric current.

"The scout post has gone silent."

In this case, silence means
The life signal disappeared. It was at this moment that Carl saw the smoke and dust rolling beyond the horizon. From the distance that was approaching rapidly.
A person can see about 4.5 kilometers of scenery when looking at the horizon. However, in the badlands of Night City, which are covered with hills and slopes, this range is reduced by more than half. Add to that the speed of approach, and it is roughly estimated that the gunman who eliminated the reconnaissance post should have shot at a distance of about 700-800 meters.

On a moving vehicle, tackle a stationary target.

If it weren't for the fact that the sniper relied on his prosthetic body and artificial eye to lock onto the target, his shooting skills would be pretty good.

"Get ready for battle!"

As Meredith shouted, Carl dodged behind the overturned truck. The truck body, which was difficult to destroy even with ordinary mines, was obviously the best cover at the moment. When it was unclear what kind of firepower the enemy had, it was always a good idea to choose the thickest one to hide in.

There were more than thirty people in total, including the military technology personnel and the vagrants who reacted and hurriedly started to hide with guns in their hands. It was obviously impossible for so many people to squeeze behind two trucks and an armored vehicle. Many people who were close to Columbus hid directly behind Columbus's freight truck.

As the gunshots continued, the protection of the Columbus truck was easily torn through. When the vehicle began to catch fire due to the methanol fuel, the people hiding behind the Columbus truck had to abandon their shelters and try to find another place to hide amid the gunshots.

But the end of these people was that they disappeared in the sound of vehicle explosions accompanied by gunshots.

Alcohol is extracted from wheat and has replaced petroleum in this era. It is a biofuel similar to alcohol. While this fuel is widely used in various vehicles and equipment, it also brings an inevitable defect, that is, this fuel can be easily ignited, and the speed and rapidity of the fire spreading is much more violent than petroleum.

In other words, if the vehicle's protection is too weak and the fuel tank is hit, the vehicle will catch fire and be scrapped faster than people can imagine.

Looking at the military technicians who were lucky enough to avoid the explosion, rolling on the ground, and blocking the flames with their combat uniforms, Carl noticed that the wanderers who hid with them behind Columbus were compared to the military technicians who could roll on the ground and use sand and dust to put out the fire. The wanderers who had no protection on their bodies had been blown away and burned into charcoal in the flames.

For ordinary wanderers, who have neither combat uniforms nor fire-resistant plating under their skin, it is only natural that such a result would occur.

But this group of people had already made preparations.

Faced with an enemy that opened fire crazily right from the start and didn't look like they could negotiate, and considering that there was nowhere to run in the surrounding wilderness, these night ghosts, who should have been as fearful of the enemy as a tiger, were also aroused to their ferocity.

Aimed at by sniper rifles, several Night Walkers poked their heads out from behind the intact Columbus, and began firing at the vehicles in the distance with the guns they had just looted from the Arasaka escorts.

However, at such a distance, coupled with their unfamiliarity with the weapons, the bullets fired from their guns only resulted in a hint of noise in the sound of the wind in the Badlands wilderness.

The steady sound of sniper rifle fire never changed.

From the corner of his eye he noticed the head of another night-wanderer explode, but in his mind, Carl was estimating the distance.

The other party obviously intended to wipe them out completely, and had no intention of staying far away and relying on the sniper to slowly wear them down. So he didn't need to be too anxious and just had to wait until they arrived.

What is the distance now?
That sniper rifle sounds like a kinetic weapon.
Carl picked up the metal fragments belonging to the truck on the ground, wiped them to ensure their surface gloss, and used the reflection to look at the flames that lit up when the sniper rifle fired in the distance. The light emitted by the gunpowder was quite blurred in the reflection of the metal pieces, but Carl still judged that
Can't judge.

Carl silently dropped the piece of metal, pretending he had never picked it up.

He couldn't read and judge the distance.

Most of the super dream movies in Night City are indoor battles or outdoor close-range battles. He has never learned how to use reflections to see the distance of blurry light spots.

(End of this chapter)