Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 36 14. Then, Goodbye

As Carl walked towards Patrick, Patrick, whose target was an NCPD officer hiding behind a bunker, stopped.

His instinct detected the threat.

Having lost his mind and only being a mad beast, Patrick would instinctively sense who his biggest enemy was. Compared to the "little rabbits" around him who were so tiny that they could be ignored and it didn't matter who they were dealt with, all he could feel now was a tiger approaching him.

'Tiger claw.'

This word flashed through his mind instantly. Patrick didn't know why, but he could remember this word so firmly, as if it had been fixed in his mind and could not be erased.

"Tiger Claw."

So he whispered it out loud, and Carl, who seemed to hear what he was saying, stood twelve meters away from him.

'Are you still sane?'

Just as Carl was thinking this, eyes filled with scarlet in the yellow had already met his.

'It seems not.'

Looking at the pair of artificial eyes that were stained red by the ruptured flesh around the eye sockets, but still could not hide the bright yellow color, Carl felt that all he could see in them was madness.

"Come."

Carl just chuckled and invited Patrick to fight. As if receiving confirmation of the invitation, the moment Carl finished speaking, Patrick's figure began to become dazed.

The passage of time seemed to slow down, and he activated S'An Westin once again.

The Sianvistan used by Patrick is the 'Dinaras Sianvistan Type 1', which is a Sianvistan specifically designed for mercenaries and soldiers. In other words, it is a prosthesis for combat in special circumstances. It not only speeds up the human body's reaction speed and activates the body, but also has a certain degree of combat assistance function built into it.

With the help of this combat assistance function, even if Patrick has fallen into madness, he can still be keenly aware of the enemy's fatal points and attack them.

Patrick's figure reached Carl's side in the blink of an eye, and a mantis knife stabbed straight into Carl's body. Judging from its trajectory, it was intended to penetrate Carl's right hand, then pierce his lungs from the side, and then reach the heart.

"I can see clearly."

In the time that was stretched in Patrick's perception, he saw a slowly stretched smile, a tilt of the head, and words that should have been coherent.

He, caught up with my speed? !
Although he should have fallen into madness, Patrick still felt a palpitation and a chill.

However, the mantis knife could not be retracted, so he could only keep stabbing in this motion.

Carl watched all this, and his smile became brighter.

Guessed right. From the first time he saw this cyber psychopath using Sian Westin, Carl already had some basic guesses, and after summarizing in his mind, he had already figured out the other party's trajectory.

A crazy mind will only act according to the actions that it is best at and most instinctively do. In other words, for a cyberpsychopath, he will not change his fighting style, which is a ridiculous shortcoming in a fight.

The first piece of information is that this is Patrick's cyberpsychosis. He has used Swanwestin twice before, and each time he attacked from the opponent's right side. In other words, in his instinctive consciousness, attacking from the opponent's right side is the position he is best at and most comfortable to attack from.

The second piece of information is that every time he uses S'An Westin, he can run fourteen steps, and he did it twice in total. A person who has fallen into madness will not have the rationality to stop using the prosthesis except for an instinctive warning. In other words, fourteen steps is the limit of his S'An Westin. The normal stride distance of an adult male is 85 centimeters, so fourteen steps is 1190 centimeters, or meters.

Carl was standing twelve meters away from Patrick.

He couldn't get behind Carl, and couldn't use the smoothest and most skillful backstab kill method he used in the previous two times. He could only stop in front of Carl's right side or at the side to launch an attack.

As long as you understand the position where the opponent is going to attack and the approximate part of the body that will be hit, it is not difficult to react slowly to respond quickly.

The bounced monomolecular wire hit the side of Patrick's arm, which did not have a mantis knife. The sharp monomolecular wire easily cut through Patrick's subcutaneous armor, and after cutting off half of his arm, it touched the mantis knife.

The mantis knife cannot be cut directly by the single-molecule wire, so after feeling the obstruction, the single-molecule wire exerts its wire nature.

Just like when you spin a spinning top, because of the force, the line will be wrapped around the spinning top at the moment of contact. The monomolecular line began to rotate and wrap around the mantis blade. Under the force of the premature swing, Patrick, who had reached his limit in Sian Westin, could only watch as the monomolecular line wrapped around his entire arm.

The flow of time returned to the body.

Patrick instinctively tried to pull his arm back to free the mantis knife from the entanglement, but his frantic brain forgot that the single molecule line not only entangled the mantis knife, but also half of his arm.

It would have been fine if he hadn't pulled it. As soon as he pulled the single-molecule thread wrapped around the flesh and blood, it began to cut Patrick's flesh and blood in the opposite direction very smoothly as Patrick exerted force. With just a pull, the flesh and blood on half of Patrick's arm was "cut off" from his own arm.

Finally, the single-molecule wire got stuck in the wrist. It was not that the single-molecule wire could not be cut further down, but that under the restraint and pulling of the mantis blade on the other half of the arm, the pulling of the single-molecule wire had reached its limit. The two prostheses rubbed against each other, making a very harsh metal friction sound.

Feeling the pain, Patrick suddenly came to his senses in the midst of madness. Realizing the danger and danger, he finally realized that his right hand was irreparable.

He raised the mantis knife in his left hand, ready to attack with it in the current situation, but he had been struggling for so long that Carl was already prepared to deal with it.

A pistol was pressed against Patrick's forehead.

"Nice to meet you, yellow-eyed uncle."

Carl looked down at Patrick, who was one centimeter shorter than him due to the pulling. He looked at the prosthetic eye that was completely stained red with blood and whose yellow light seemed dim, and said goodbye to this crazy man.

"Then, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)