Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 45 23. Attack
"Where are you now?"

After coming out of the Arasaka waterfront area, Jack was prepared for possible attacks at any time, and the most difficult thing while waiting was not knowing what would happen ahead.

"We have entered the industrial area in northern Watson. We are now in what should be a former abandoned apartment complex. We are driving a bit slowly. The car ahead of us sent a message saying that for some reason there is suddenly a pile of debris blocking the road, and they are sending people to clean it up."

Oliver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, trying to relieve his inner tension in this way: "Do you think we will be attacked here?"

"I don't know, but I know this is definitely not an accident. Be prepared. Mann, open your door a little. We are going so slowly that we are like walking targets on the road. If we feel something is wrong, we can just jump out of the car and leave."

"KK, you mean to say that we're going to get into trouble just after we leave the beach area?"

Mann's face, which was covered with sunglasses, showed a rather stiff smile: "Damn it, do you have to come so quickly?"

"Not necessarily, actually. I'm just saying it. After all, it would be too hasty to launch an attack right after coming out."

As Carl was speaking, he suddenly noticed a red flame appearing on the apartment building next to him.

His reaction speed was faster than that of ordinary people, allowing him to turn his eyes and see clearly what was flying towards them from the fifth floor of the apartment building next to them with flames coming out.

That thing was so familiar that even Carl, who came to the year before 2075, could recognize it at a glance.

"RPG!"

RPG: Bazooka, a portable anti-tank weapon that fires rockets.

Damn, I really encounter monsters as soon as I go out.

Who would block the door and kill someone? Do you think you are the final boss in some game who is afraid of the hero?
After Carl determined that the trajectory of the rocket would eventually land ten meters in front of their vehicle, he moved quickly. While shouting "RPG" to alert his companions, he had already opened the door on his side. Then he rolled over to distance himself from the explosion point, hid behind the vehicle, and performed the explosion avoidance maneuvers he learned in Mewtwo.

Lie down with your back facing the explosion point, then cross your hands, place your palms down on your chest, put your face between your arms, close your eyes and mouth, tighten your abdomen, stretch your legs, point your toes down, and hold your breathing.

In 2075, the killing range of most RPGs had reached fifteen meters, and the center of the explosion was only ten meters away from the vehicle Carl and his companions were riding in. As one of the luxury cars, the Alvarado was too focused on its luxury and its explosion-proof ability was not so outstanding. Hiding in the car would definitely not escape its killing range.

Instead of facing a head-on impact with Alvarado, it is better to keep as much distance as possible from the explosion range before the explosion occurs, and then hide behind Alvarado's vehicle and lean on Alvarado to withstand the impact.

"boom!"

The next second after Carl completed the evasive action, a deafening explosion came from behind him, and then Carl clearly heard the obvious 'creaking' sound of steel twisting in the noisy sound that almost made him deaf.

Alvarado relied on its huge body and heavy weight to help Carl block the impact of the explosion and avoided being overturned by the rocket. However, its front seat and the front of the car had been twisted and deformed into a weird appearance of steel fusion. If Carl could see it from the front, he would definitely not be stingy with a "popcorn" evaluation.

"Pah, Hijo de puta! (Son of a bitch), I was blocked as soon as I left the house."

Because of Carl's reminder, Jack barely reacted. Compared to Carl, he didn't make any standard evasive moves. However, thanks to his subcutaneous armor and already strong muscles, he didn't suffer any injuries. He just raised his head from Carl's side with a bit of dust on his face. "Be careful, we have to find a cover."

Mann was similar to Jack. He was the first to escape because some car doors had been opened due to Carl's words. Now he had adjusted his body shape, half-crouching with his weapon in hand, leaning tightly against the trunk of the vehicle, constantly scanning the surroundings with his prosthetic eye under his sunglasses, trying to find possible attackers.

"Grass, grass, grass, grass."

Compared to Jack and Mann, Oliver was a bit unlucky. He was sitting in the driver's seat, which was relatively forward, and he did not have Carl's reaction speed or Jack Mann's subcutaneous armor, so he was the only one injured in the emergency.

A piece of shrapnel had hit his right arm squarely, causing bleeding profusely.

While cursing, Oliver retracted his right arm, keeping it tightly against his armpit and side, then took out the medical gauze he carried with him, used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to pull out the shrapnel that was still warm, and pressed the gauze directly on the wound on his right hand that was bleeding continuously, using pressure to stop the bleeding to give himself some emergency treatment.

Oliver was so angry now. Being injured was a small matter. It was just an injury of this degree. He could get better with emergency treatment and a shot of "Forrester". He was angry about something else.

【Fuerkang】: Medical injection.

"I'm gonna f**k that bastard who fired the rocket!"

Oliver yelled, "I just bought a new gun. I spent a lot of money to modify it. It cost me almost all my money. I want to kill him!!!"

Oliver could barely run out, so naturally he had no time to take care of the new gun he had placed next to him. After getting his SOR-22, Oliver only used it for target practice, and he hadn't even fired a single shot in a formal mission when it was inexplicably retired. How could he not be angry?

"It's okay, I'll help you kill them."

Carl stood up. The RPG attack they had just suffered was not an isolated case. In the continuous explosions and flames, almost a quarter of the mercenaries died in the rocket bombing without even a chance to escape. On the contrary, Arasaka's security personnel did not suffer any injuries. They were at the back, and the mercenary convoy walking in front happened to be their scapegoats.

In the light of the explosion, Carl had already locked onto the apartment that had just fired a rocket towards them.

Although we were not your first target, we were lucky enough to escape disaster in this respect, but you still have to die.

"Jack, Mann, take Oliver and find a safe shelter to cooperate with other mercenaries in the firefight. I'll take care of the guy upstairs."

Saying this, Carl rushed to the first floor of the apartment building, and looking at his back, Mann understood at this moment why Carl had given the answer of "We'll know when the fight starts" when talking about the team's positioning.

It turns out that this guy is a lone wolf in the team.

Or the kind where you command and fight alone at the same time.

(End of this chapter)