Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 37. Solution
"I'm covered in blood again."

Using the back of his hand to wipe the blood off his face, Carl sighed, "When will humans evolve to the point where they won't bleed when shot in the head?"

"This"

When Carl walked towards Patrick, the middle-aged police officer who came out from behind the bunker and tried to stop the young man Carl from dying was now standing seven or eight meters away from Carl, unable to believe what he saw.

What happened just now happened so fast that his mind was a little slow to react.

A cyber psychopath that the NCPD had absolutely no way to deal with was dealt with by this young man?

It only took one encounter?!

Under the huge impact of this shocking fact, when Carl wiped the blood and looked over, the middle-aged NCPD police officer subconsciously asked: "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine."

The single-molecule wire was retracted and Kenshin had already put it on his waist. Carl glanced at the middle-aged police officer, then squatted down and began to search the pockets of the cyber psychopath.

"What are you doing?"

Noticing that Carl seemed to be doing something, the middle-aged police officer moved closer and asked with some curiosity.

"Searching for money, what else can I do?"

Didn’t this NCPD officer search the body?
After a skillful search, Carl discovered that this cyber psychopath was surprisingly poor and did not even have a single euro.

"This is."

Carl felt his fingertips touching a piece of object. He took the object out of the cyberpsychopath's arms and found that it was a chip.

chip?

Carl put the chip into his sleeve without leaving any trace. He stood up and looked at the police officer who had come over during his search. He pointed at the body on the ground and asked:

"What's the bounty on him? I remember your NCPD seemed to have put out a bounty on him yesterday, right? Now that I've dealt with him, the deal can be settled."

"Uh"

The middle-aged police officer actually noticed Carl's hand movements a little, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He made a peace sign to other NCPD officers who were still on guard, and after confirming that Carl was not a dangerous person, he began to check the NCPD's bounty list.

"Patrick Bell, reward of 10,000 Euros, dead or alive."

"Only 10,000 euros?"

Listening to Carl's somewhat dissatisfied words, the middle-aged police officer now realized that there was a 90% chance that this young man was a mercenary.

Only mercenaries value money over their lives and only care about the bounty amount.

Perhaps it was because it was rare to see such a friendly young mercenary, and because he had just saved his life to some extent, the middle-aged police officer actually explained:

"Because he was just offered a bounty not long ago, and this is the first bounty issued after he absconded. If we wait a few more days, the bounty should increase a bit."

“How much can it go up?”

"Based on my past experience."

The middle-aged police officer thought about it. If a cyber psychopath with the "Dinaras Anvistan Type 1" and the mantis knife, as well as a considerable degree of subcutaneous prosthesis, was allowed to complete the killing this time and escape before the terrorist mobile team arrived,
"It might be more than 100,000 Euros." "That's a lot."

Carl looked at the body lying on the ground with a bit of regret: "It sounds like the room for appreciation is much greater than the euro itself."

"The price of the 'Dinaras Anvistan Type 1' he was wearing alone would have cost Euros in brand new condition, not to mention the price of the mantis blade and subcutaneous prosthesis and other recyclable prostheses."

Hearing what the middle-aged police officer said, Karl's eyes refocused on the body on the ground: "Then can I?"

"This body must be taken back by the NCPD. This wanted criminal is a security guard of Arasaka Corporation. According to the contract he signed before his death, all his prosthetic body, including his personal savings, must belong to Arasaka Corporation."

Knowing Carl's thoughts, the middle-aged police officer helplessly stated the reason why this was impossible.

"Signing a death clause during life really sounds like a corporate practice."

Carl was not surprised why an Arasaka security guard used another company's Si'an Westin, because the reason was very simple. Arasaka did not have their own Si'an Westin model. Although they might have been developing it in secret, at least that thing was not yet circulated on the market.

It can only be said that Sian Westin is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford. Most of those who can use it are probably like this cyberpsychopath, who signed a clause during their lifetime to lose ownership after death.

"It seems that there is nothing for me to do here."

Carl looked at the NCPD officers who were gradually surrounding the site again and using instruments to draw a light cordon around the venue. He asked the middle-aged officer, "What's your name? Leave me your contact information."

"It's for the subsequent bounty transfer. Don't worry, it will arrive by the afternoon at the latest."

The middle-aged policeman quickly sent his account number and related notes to Carl, and when Carl received the message, he also knew his name.

'Johnson, a typical American name.'

"Then I'll be leaving first, Mr. Johnson. If you have anything related to this matter later, please contact me. I'm happy to help NCPD handle some matters as long as the compensation is sufficient."

As for Johnson, Carl had noticed him out of the corner of his eye during the fight just now, so he also saw Johnson's move to rush over to help him. Whether it was out of duty or conscience, Carl still remembered this attempt to assist him silently in his heart, so he was quite respectful in addressing him, using the word "sir".

"It's been a long time since I've been addressed with such respect."

This is not a word you hear casually on the street.

Watching Carl wave goodbye and leave, Johnson stared at his back and smiled: "It seems that this city still has something to look forward to."

"Officer Johnson, I need you to sign the documents on handling this incident."

"Oh, I'll be right over."

"It was actually solved, Patrick."

Ten minutes later, someone from the Arasaka Corporation's special strike team received news about Patrick.

However, he only glanced at the news for a few seconds and then threw it aside.

"I originally thought that since you and I were both from the Tiger Claw Gang, you would make a good subordinate. But now it seems that you are just like that."

The person who received Patrick's message quickly read another document in his mind.

"Are you willing to volunteer for the self-developed Sian Westin experiment?"

(End of this chapter)