Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 49 27. Halftime
"Bah bah bah."

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of saliva, Jack felt that the bloody taste in his mouth had dissipated a little. He glanced at the battlefield that had calmed down and was full of the bodies of mercenaries and attackers, and then looked at the Arasaka security personnel who drove slowly over after the battle. He curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "We have finished the battle, and they just came here. It's simply written on their faces that you are just cannon fodder to test the danger."

"What else can I do? This is what company dogs do. Jack, don't move. You have been hit by a lot of bullets. Although they are not important parts, they may leave a root of disease if you don't treat them properly."

Oliver used tweezers and a scalpel disinfected with alcohol swabs to treat Jack's injuries. After treating Jack, he still had to go and treat the other mercenaries. They had all fought in the same battle together, and he couldn't just watch others get injured and wait to die.

"I say, can't you just give me an injection of Fu Er Kang or a shot of Jinli Zhi? I see you still have some left, wouldn't that thing help you get better faster?"

Jack felt the numbness and pain all over his body, grimacing. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain, but that he was itchy. As for what he said, Oliver explained while treating his injuries:

"That healing stuff directly promotes the healing of your cells. Healing too quickly may cause the bullet to remain inside and cause secondary damage. The bullet must be removed first. Besides, I just gave the remaining stock to other seriously injured mercenaries. It's all used up now."

"So kind?"

Jack glanced at Oliver. "That's not like you."

"No bargaining, one hundred euros per piece."

"That's okay."

In fact, Jack knew that Oliver was more kind-hearted. After all, when it comes to saving lives, mercenaries would probably be willing to pay, let alone one hundred euros, one thousand euros, or even ten thousand euros for a teammate who might die. After all, they were all famous mercenaries and there was some affection between their companions. From a team perspective, it was sensible to spend some money to ensure combat effectiveness, not to mention that it only cost a small amount of one hundred euros.

Oliver probably didn't want the other mercenaries to owe him anything, so he only took a hundred euros in the name of money.

"He is quite kind-hearted."

Carl, who had already cleaned up part of the battlefield, came back. He went to the third floor where the sniper was and found that there was only a broken Nekomata sniper rifle and a broken helmet exoskeleton. The sniper himself had run away at some point, so it seemed that Carl's shot did not take his life.

As for when he ran away, Carl was not very clear. After all, after the mercenaries counterattacked, it didn't take long to clear out the group of attackers. The chance to escape was only a short time.

The number of attackers was also counted. Aside from the unknown number of those who escaped, there were a total of twenty-one bodies lying in the apartment building that were harvested by the mercenaries.
Each of the attackers was armed with a Shingen, but almost every Shingen submachine gun was destroyed by the attackers themselves using lock programs or grenades before being seized by the mercenaries, so in terms of spoils of war, they gained nothing.

The twenty-one bodies of the attackers resulted in the loss of thirteen lives and serious injuries to four of the twenty-seven mercenaries. The largest number of Arasaka security guards, thirty-seven in number, were not hurt, and even their clothes were not dirty.

“Half of the people went there directly.”

Mann walked over with a sigh. He felt a little sad for the other mercenaries, but was also glad that he followed Carl on this mission, because if he hadn't followed Carl, he might have been one of the people who died this time.

In other words, if Carl hadn't used that crazy shooting to eliminate the sniper, all of these mercenaries might have been lying here.

"They are all capable men. What a pity."

Jack also felt a little sad. None of the thirteen mercenaries could compare with them in terms of weapons and prostheses. They were just lucky enough not to be targeted by rockets at the first time, nor were they targeted by snipers in subsequent attacks. They survived purely by luck.

"Only those of us who survived have the right to sigh."

As Carl was speaking, he discovered that after the group of Arasaka security personnel arrived, they actually began to drive these mercenaries who had just finished fighting desperately to clear the way so that their convoy could pass.

"Fuck, are they treating us like disposable cushions? The road ahead hasn't even been cleared yet, and they're so impatient to leave?"

Seeing this, Mann cursed out loud: "I'll be an idiot if I accept a job from a corporate dog again next time."

"I am more concerned about another point now." Oliver looked at the group of injured mercenaries who were barely standing and were roughly pushed to the ground by the Arasaka security personnel, his face was terribly gloomy.

"How much money did those middlemen take from us to allow these corporate dogs to dare to do this to us?"

Oliver felt that the price of selling his life seemed a little wrong.

"I guess it's a lot, but judging from their looks, they should dare to do this to us even if they don't give much."

Karl said: "Corporate dogs spend money to do things, but some corporate dogs may not even understand how much money to spend and how much work to do."

"It's okay that company dogs are divided into higher levels."

"Why do you think dogs of different colors can be differentiated? Dogs all have to have a certain bloodline."

"Are you talking about a real dog or a company dog?"

"Is there a difference?"

Carl stared at Guinevere who was approaching slowly: "Anyway, it's just a matter of color and bloodline."

"Oh, right."

Carl seemed to remember something and threw the Shingen smart submachine gun at his waist to Oliver: "I brought back two Saratoga submachine guns before. Didn't I give one to Jack and modify the other one myself? I didn't give you one either. I'll give you one today."

"Didn't I say before that I wanted a sniper rifle more? Never mind. I don't have any other guns to use now anyway."

Oliver was still somewhat obsessed with his 'dead' SOR-22, which made Jack, who had taken the last bullet out of his body, smile and patted his shoulder with his broad hand.

"Don't worry, brother. It will come back sooner or later. It will come back sooner or later."

"really."

Oliver sighed, "But I have to survive this mission."

He felt a little depressed as he watched the Arasaka security who were clearing the obstacles skillfully.

This mission has just begun.

Carl checked the time.

Half an hour of the two-hour time limit has passed, and there is still one hour and thirty minutes left. We must reach the target before the time is up.

Guinevere drove past several people. Carl seemed to sense something and looked towards the vehicle, but all he saw was the shiny silver body of the car.

illusion?

When Carl turned his head, the people in the car also withdrew their gazes.

(End of this chapter)