Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 34 12. An ordinary day?
"Good morning Night City!"

Hearing the familiar voice of Stanley, the announcer of Night City, Carl slowly opened his eyes, then glanced around and found that Oliver and Jack were both lying crookedly on the sofa, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor around them. He was the only one lying on the bed.

"Is this TV left on all night?"

Hearing the sound, Carl yawned and then rubbed his eyes.

He didn't drink yesterday, but he was a little tired because he did too much in the day. When Oliver and Jack were drinking, he thought about lying on the bed for a while and then getting up to have fun. However, he didn't expect that he fell asleep in a daze after just a short nap.

It turns out that I am still too tired.

Carl yawned again, but did not disturb Oliver and Jack who were sleeping like dead pigs. He walked to the bathroom in Oliver's room which was exactly the same as the one in his own house. He washed his face first, and then brushed his teeth with his fingers mixed with water. Only then did he feel a little more energetic.

The water in Night City has a strange smell and can only be used for washing. If you want to drink it, you have to buy special truly purified water, which is more expensive than a bottle of wine.

But it’s expensive, you have to buy it.

After buying a bottle of purified water worth 20 Euros, which was the price of a synthetic rib steak, from the vending machine in the room, Carl rinsed his mouth with it and spit it into the trash can before drinking it.

After drinking a bottle of nearly 300 ml of pure water in one breath, Carl felt that the strange taste in his mouth left by yesterday's food and drinks had subsided a little.

After looking through his text messages, he found that no clients had sent him any tasks in recent days, and the same was true for the middleman named Faraday.

"What a leisure time."

Looking at Oliver and Jack who were sleeping soundly, Carl resisted the urge to buy purified water to wake them up. After thinking about it, he decided to buy some breakfast for the two guys. After leaving the message, Carl thought about it and picked up the Kenshin pistol before leaving the room.

In Night City, you have to be careful at all times.

Going all the way down to the first floor, Carl walked out of the elevator and looked at the food store he saw on the first day of 2075, and found that it was not much different from the original one.

Apart from the fact that the Chinese food was replaced by Japanese food and the boss was also changed, the stall is still the same stall and the people eating are still the same people.

Just like the parts on a machine, if they break, they are replaced to ensure the normal operation of the machine.

There is no telling when the entire machine will collapse, and even replacements will not allow it to continue functioning.

Coming to the boss's stall, he bought two large platters of sushi from the boss and took them away, plus a bowl of ramen without meat. After eating, he sat on the seat that was still greasy and broken, and even smelled more bloody than before. Carl just hoped to have a good meal today.

But things did not always go as planned, as if Carl was destined not to have a good meal at this stall. Before the boss even started cooking, gunshots were heard again around him. But this time, the boss had obviously learned the lesson from his predecessors, and the moment the gunshots rang out, he dropped the work in his hands and shrank under the table.

Fine.

Carl held Kenshin and looked into the distance to see who dared to disturb him while he was eating. The last Uzumaki gang member who dared to do this had his grave built in someone's house now.

When he looked over, a bullet happened to fly over and was cut in half by the single molecule line that Carl flicked up. He had seen many warriors who used swords to chop bullets. Compared with them using swords to block bullets, it was not difficult for Carl, who had the computing power bonus of the "Military Technology Parallel Line" in his mind to chop bullets with a single molecule line.

Of course, it is possible to do it. Carl's current configuration does not allow him to face machine gun and rifle fire directly. He can only use it to show off when facing stray bullets like this.

Carl saw the two groups of people exchanging fire, but he didn't see any gang signs on them. In other words,
"The thugs on the street who can't even get into the gangs?"

The income of gangs in Night City is still somewhat regulated. Not everyone can join. For example, the gangsters that Carl saw might even be disdained by scavengers. In other words,
There's no profit in killing them, and it might even be a waste of bullets.

"This damn City of Light is really quite spectacular under its splendor."

Carl had no interest in dealing with this group of thugs who dared to shoot at each other with Lexington rifles and disposable pistols. Moreover, in Carl's peripheral vision, the NCPD had already arrived.

The NCPD doesn't have much ability to teach gang members a lesson, but they do have the ability to beat up these thugs. Not only that, but it's very capable.

"NCPD business!"

With quite emotional roars, several NCPD officers, who had finally found someone they could easily beat up, pounced on the troublemaker in a very brave manner.

Although most of the NCPD officers also use Lexington, there is a difference between Lexington and Lexington. Compared with the Lexington used by this group of thugs, which may jam after a few shots, the Lexingtons in the hands of the NCPD have basically been personally modified. The sound when they are fired is loud and crisp, giving Carl a strange impression, like listening to a street popcorn machine exploding.

"Come to think of it, I haven't had popcorn for a long time. I should have ordered some before going to the movies yesterday."

Under the suppression of the brave NCPD police officers, the group of thugs who were causing trouble were either lying down or arrested within a few minutes. When a bowl of steaming ramen was brought to the table in front of Carl, the matter had been resolved.

Carl turned around and looked at the boss who were busy again and the customers who were continuing to eat as if nothing had happened. Then he turned his head to look at the gun battle field less than a hundred meters away. He was silent for a while, looking at the ramen in front of him that was emitting the aroma of seasoning and making him a little hungry, but finally decided not to think too much about it.

Eating is important.

"Our NCPD officers have successfully suppressed another vicious gang act. Let us pay the highest tribute to the brave and respectable NCPD officers who protect Night City and bring safety to the citizens!"

In the live broadcast of the official spokesperson who came with the NCPD police officers, Carl, who had eaten the ramen, only felt that his stomach was not very comfortable.

It's really unbearable to eat greasy ramen early in the morning.

Carl rubbed his stomach, finished his ramen, and was about to go back with two bags of sushi, but he suddenly noticed a person with his head down, staggering, and behaving very strangely walking towards the cordon of NCPD police officers who were handling the body.

For some reason, yesterday’s news flashed through Karl’s mind.

'The cyberpsycho disappeared before the Terrorist Squad arrived.'

(End of this chapter)