Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 337 99. Out of the Gun
"Ding."

The floor has arrived.

On the 21st floor, Carl walked out and saw a large flat that was being renovated. On the left side of the flat, between the unpainted walls, there was an upward staircase.

"T-BUG, is there no one living on the twenty-first floor?"

Carl glanced around the large flat and found that there was no one in the flat, not even the workers who were supposed to be decorating the place.

"There was originally a resident on this floor, but the newly appointed NCPD chief used his authority to force him to stop working on the grounds of potential threats. I looked through the records and found that the original resident had given up living there. The person who is expected to live on this floor is a crony brought out from the company by the NCPD chief."

"I see. You are planning to treat yourself as an emperor and have personal bodyguards to protect you, right? I didn't expect that a director of NCPD could act like that."

Carl looked around the empty and silent flat. Its spaciousness seemed to be only for ensuring the safety of one person. In contrast, the apartment floor where Mr. Johnson lived, although with limited space, was full of vitality and harmony. The residents there got along well with each other and felt safe and satisfied with their living environment.

The contrast between the vast, deadly, worrying world and the narrow, lively, and secure world was so stark that Carl couldn't help but shake his head.

What an irony.

On one side is the cautious and extremely prudent NCPD chief, who not only does not live on the top two floors, but also sets up a special floor as a guard floor. On the other side is the police captain who starts from being a police officer and lives and gets along well with the families of other police officers around him. The difference between the two is really too great.

People who have worked their way up from the grassroots are not able to get promoted, but a company employee is parachuted in to become the director. It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, I can seek fairness.

Took out all night.

Carl always explained the name of this gun in Chinese as the gun that ends the night. The gun spun and jumped in Carl's hand until he held it in one hand.

Carl moved his fingers slightly, pulled the holster with one hand to inspect it, and then stepped towards the stairs.

Tiny sounds were heard on the stairs going upstairs. Carl looked up and found that a vent in the stairwell was open. Jack and Oliver, who were covered in dust, almost fell down.

"thump."

The two fell to the ground, and they were so dirty that there was a layer of dust on the ground. Looking at their messy appearance, Carl looked at himself who was clean and tidy, and asked a very sincere and incomprehensible question:

"Why did you two have to take such a messed up route? We just need to come here without attracting attention. Once we get to the building, it won't be a big deal if you just go upstairs and take the elevator like I did."

As if to verify Carl's words, outside the stairs, the door of the elevator that brought Carl to this floor opened again, and V appeared from it, dragging a person. He walked out of the elevator and saw this place from a distance.

After seeing Carl, he slightly grabbed the person in his hand, walked over quickly, and was about to say hello to Carl, then he saw two black groups on the ground.

"Ok?"

V was stunned for a moment, and then he could barely make out his friend's face from the two black masses that were slowly rising up:

"Oliver, Jack, what are you doing?"

After standing up and brushing off the dust on himself, Oliver, who was used to it because it was the second time, looked calm and said:

"Just trying more ways to enter."

"Bullshit!" Jack, whose face was about to turn from Latino to African, cursed:
"Oliver is such a bastard. I told him to just come up obediently, but he insisted on taking me to try the ventilation duct, saying that this is the only way to sneak in. He also swore to me that there would be no fumes in this place. In the end, there were no fumes, but there was so much dust that it almost buried me. He also asked me to walk in front to feel it, and I almost got buried in the dust. It almost reminded me of the Mexican border. I'm tired of eating dust."

"Just tell me if there's any smoke!"

Oliver was not convinced: "I only said that this place is not an entertainment venue after all, so there must be no fumes. I didn't say that there is no accumulated dust inside."

Looking at the two dusty black balls quarreling, if it weren't for their height and body shape, Carl would have a hard time telling who was who between his two friends. These two guys were so stupid. Why didn't they just back out when there was dust? One dared to go in and the other didn't dare to back out. It was estimated that the two of them crawled through the entire ventilation duct and scraped it clean with their bodies.

"You guys made me laugh."

That's all Carl could say.

"Let's borrow the NCPD chief's bathroom to wash up. I think he'll agree."

V suggested kindly, which actually made the two black balls who were still arguing turn their heads.

Black Oliver Ball said with some concern: "Will we leave behind hair or something like that? Nowadays, fingerprints and other things can be used to determine a person's identity. Hair seems to be of great importance."

"If there's a possibility of being exposed, we can still endure it." Black Jack Ball added.

"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson will be here soon."

"Mr. Johnson?"

Oliver was relieved to hear that Johnson would come:

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go now."

Since it is Mr. Johnson who is coming, there is nothing to be afraid of.

As long as he was there, let alone leaving behind trivial matters like hair or fingerprints, even if the bullet hole in the NCPD chief's head matched the caliber of the guns in Carl's hands, and Carl and his men were standing next to the scene, Mr. Johnson could claim that they were his own assistants.

The chief of NCPD is dead, so isn't it Mr. Johnson who arrived first and has the final say on how to end the case?
After Carl's team regrouped, it wasn't difficult to break through the floor.

Not to mention the iron door that was only five centimeters thick and could only be opened after verification, even the automatic security machine guns and sensor protection mines deployed along the way could not stop them for a moment.

The director was immersed in the virtual experience brought by the super dream device, his body rising and falling with the content of the experience, until the security system at the door suddenly issued a shrill warning, and he was suddenly awakened from the super dream illusion.

Then, the door was slowly pushed open.

The first thing that caught the NCPD chief's eye through the crack in the door was the black muzzle of a gun.

He was reveling in the rainforest one moment and facing a gun the next. It was obvious that the NCPD chief had not yet come to his senses.

He didn't know why the alarm was triggered only when everyone was at the door.

But he didn't need to know.

Because the bullet has already been fired.

　ps. Yesterday I had an all-you-can-eat barbecue and caught a few small fish ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)