Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 474 87. Cyber ​​Psycho Attack

"Citizens, please trust the policies of our city council"

Listening to Lucius Lane's endless words, which seemed to never end, Carl, who had been standing for half an hour after putting on the NCPD uniform, felt a little sleepy.

Let's be honest, there are few things more drowsy than standing there listening to a formulaic speech that has no originality.

Fortunately, before Carl closed his eyes, he noticed a figure squeezing into the conference hall from a distance.

Looking at the person who was wearing quite ordinary clothes but had very obvious signs of transformation underneath those ordinary clothes, Carl realized that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

'Peter Hoswa.'

When Carl saw the man, he also learned the man's name by connecting to the city's NCPD network.

He was a citizen of Night City who looked quite ordinary in terms of his identity and experience. He had been in prison before. After he was released from prison, he didn't know what he had experienced in prison. He began to criticize Lucius Lane's policies, calling Lucius Lane a dog of Arasaka and saying that all his policies were just false promises. He would make Lucius Lane, who betrayed his promise, pay the price one day.
Although most of what Mr. Peter Hoswa said about Lucius Lane were true, and he also made dangerous remarks about the mayor, since he was just an ordinary citizen, no one paid attention to his nonsense. After all, there have always been many people in Night City who talk big, but now, it is obviously different.

This Peter Hoswa seems to have enough ability to realize his usual nonsense.

His prosthetic body is definitely not something that ordinary citizens can afford. At least, it is not something that Peter Hoswa, who is just a stall worker, can afford.

The hands and legs have all been modified and all exude a metallic luster. Under the metal of the hands, there are very obvious grooves that are suitable for the mantis knife to pop out.

The total cost of this set of prosthetics is at least tens of thousands of Euros. Taking into account the material of the Mantis Blade, the price may be even higher. For ordinary citizens of Night City who earn an average salary of less than a few thousand Euros and can hardly afford daily consumption and save money, this amount of money is more than they can earn in their entire lives.

If he has the ability and capability, he will do what he usually talks about. From this aspect, Peter Hoswa is an honest man. At least he will take real action after talking big. However, considering his current state, Carl can't tell whether he is doing it completely out of his own will or he was given the hint that he must kill Lucius Lane when he underwent the prosthetic transformation.

Staring at the pair of red prosthetic eyes flashing and flickering in the crowd, Carl silently sent a message to his companions and the NCPD channel he was connected to.

"A suspicious person is approaching at the four o'clock direction centered on me."

After receiving Carl's message, the NCPD personnel tacitly did not say anything. Their eyes swept over the place where Peter Hoswa was, but no one spoke. They just began to silently isolate the people around them while taking action.

Just as the traffic jam became a little less tight, creating a temporary path in front of Peter Hoswa that allowed him to sprint, Lucius Lane appeared in his eyes.

At the end of the road was Lucius Lane, who was about fifty meters away from him, standing on a platform with his back straight and his fat belly.

The red flashing stopped for a moment, as if the brain was receiving information, and then the mantis knife popped out from Peter Hoswa's hands.

"Attention, there is a suspicious person!"

The NCPD officer's warning cut through the air. In this chaos, Peter Hoswa acted quickly, ignoring the dazed crowd around him who were protected by the NCPD, and moved his legs, following the isolated and wider path he saw, and ran towards the direction where Lucius Lane was.

The modified mechanical prosthetic leg burst out with extremely terrifying speed. In almost the blink of an eye, he passed through the crowd and arrived outside the NCPD blockade.

There was only one NCPD officer standing in front of him.

At this moment, the only thing left in Peter Hoswa's mind was the thought of Lucius Lane. Facing the NCPD officer blocking his way, his first instinctive reaction was to use the mantis knife in his hand to cut the young-looking officer into pieces. But just as this thought flashed through his mind, a premonition of danger, which could be better exerted after consciousness was handed over to instinct, warned him first.

Don't try to do it.

will die.

The NCPD officer in the ordinary NCPD uniform and holding an Ajax rifle gave Peter Hoswa an extremely terrifying feeling. Even though he was different from before and had received funding from the "mysterious man" and possessed a body full of sophisticated prosthetics, the feeling that penetrated deep into his bones at just one glance still reminded him how to make the right choice.

He pressed his feet against the ground, and with an explosion of force released forward, Peter Hoswa "flew" up, or to be more accurate, jumped up.

Carl was amazed when he saw Peter Hoswa jumping nearly four meters high and passing by him like a frog.

Electric charge jumping, this prosthesis looks really good, let alone other things, at least it's fun to jump around.

Carl stood there without trying to stop Peter Hoswa who avoided him and rushed towards the mayor. He looked stunned.

He is just a small police officer, how can he stop a crazy cyber psychopath? It is better to leave such things to others, such as.
The current captain of the NCPD Special Operations Team, a sheriff or something like that.

Looking at Peter Hoswa leaping towards him from the air with the mantis knife in his hand flashing a cold light, Lucius Lane, who was originally speaking but was interrupted by the sudden commotion and was about to frown and seriously see what was happening, fell into a brief confusion and panic.

He was just a politician, not a mercenary who was used to fighting and killing on the streets. It would be too difficult for him to rely on his fat body to react to the sudden attack of a cyberpsychopath.

Just when Lucius Lane thought he might die here today, he saw a figure approaching quickly out of the corner of his eye.

Lucius Lane had some impression of that figure.

That's the NCPD Sergeant.

Andy.

(End of this chapter)