Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 52 30. It's just that I happened to be here

Hearing the roar of gunfire from the other side, Carl, who went around the alley and ran towards the back of the convenience store, was not surprised why he heard the gunfire.

Because he knew it clearly when he heard the first sound just now. It was the sound of the projectile launching system.

[Projectile Launch System]: A prosthesis installed in a person's arm that can be regarded as a palm-held projectile launcher.

Carl remembered that when the prosthesis was used, it would pop out from the arm like a mantis blade or a single-molecule wire, as if a turret was rising from the arm, and then as the person using the prosthesis aimed, a cannonball or missile would be fired from the arm.

Carl had looked at the prosthesis for a long time before, but in the end he didn't make up his mind to buy it because it was too expensive.

The price of the 'projectile launching system' itself is actually average among arm modification prostheses. What is really expensive is the ammunition in it. After all, a micro-shell or missile is not so easy to get, not to mention that it is only disposable. You have to buy it again after using it once. How can a poor mercenary afford it?

Using artillery shells and missiles to attack, even if they were just miniature ones, these attackers were considered generous. They really have money.

But Carl didn't quite understand. They had a great time using rocket launchers before, so why didn't they use them now? Compared to the less powerful artillery shells and missiles fired by the prosthesis, rockets were more powerful. If they fired a few times like this, wouldn't these three-story shops be destroyed?
If you think about it carefully, none of the previous rockets were able to accurately hit the car.
Want to capture him alive and well?

No, considering the distance between the rocket and the vehicle, it might not be intact. As long as there is breathing space, it will be fine?
Although his mind was working quickly, Carl was not running fast.

This "slow" refers to the fact that compared to the prosthetic body, his legs have not been modified and he now relies only on two flesh legs. He has to gasp for breath while running, so he really cannot run fast.

But when he arrived at the back door of the convenience store, he found that there was no one there.

'strangeness.'

Carl was a little surprised. Even if Arasaka's security personnel came to this convenience store to protect the target under emergency circumstances, they were still professionals after all and should not neglect their duties. Even if they did not take the target away, there should be someone guarding the back door. What were they doing? Aren't they afraid that the attackers and the Uzumaki Gang would react and take a detour to the back?

These doubts were answered after Carl entered the convenience store from the back.

Because the target was injured.

And he was injured and couldn't leave for the time being.

Seeing Carl coming in from behind, the nervous Arasaka security personnel wanted to shoot Carl subconsciously, but when Carl raised his hands, he recognized his identity.

"Are you the mercenary we hired?"

They had all watched Carl's performance before and were naturally impressed by him.

“佣兵？”

Protected by Arasaka security personnel, the target wearing a cherry blossom-colored kimono appeared in front of Carl.

It seemed that the target was a girl who was about the same age as Carl, a little thin, with black hair that fell to her back and was as soft as silk. Her face looked pretty, but compared to those eyes, it was far inferior.

Those were a pair of eyes that looked like the night sky, as if one could see the reflection of stars in the pupils.

'What beautiful eyes.'

I don't know if it's a prosthetic eye.

This was Carl's first thought after seeing the target, and he also noticed the wound on the girl's abdomen.

Blood was constantly oozing out of the wound that she was pressing tightly against herself, staining her cherry blossom-colored kimono red and adding a blood-red background to the pink and white of the dress.

Was this, when dodging, he was hit by a gun?
“Why don’t you get treatment?”

Carl didn't understand why this group of Arasaka security personnel just surrounded and protected the target, worrying about it, but no one thought of treating the target. Don't they know that if the bleeding continues like this, the target will be bled to death like the first president of America?

"us."

An Arasaka security guard looked panicked. After forcibly controlling his expression, he said something that made Carl feel like he was crazy: "We can't touch the lady. If we touch the lady's body, her family will be in trouble."

Then he looked at the lady he was protecting with great shame and said, "If I fail in my duty, I will be the only one who will die."

"Fuck, what feudal remnants? Aren't you a capitalist company? Can you stop being so backward?"

Carl finally understood what it meant to be in a dilemma. He had heard the story that a princess who fell into the water should not be touched, otherwise if you rescued her, your whole family would die, and if you didn't rescue her, the person who protected her would die. He didn't expect that he would actually encounter this.

"This is what my great-grandfather meant. Don't blame them. They can't resist my great-grandfather."

Because of the continuous blood loss and injuries, the lady's face became paler and paler, but when she faced Karl, she still maintained the dignified elegance of a young lady: "I was unlucky. I didn't pay attention to the bullet when I got off the car and failed the test. The injury was an accident, but the test that my great-grandfather said must not be stopped. It's me who implicated them."

She glanced at Karl: "And you guys." "You're talking nonsense to a ghost, right? So this is really some kind of test? I knew that the struggle within the company family was fierce, but to conduct a test is fatal and it also involves others, it's really enough."

The lives of the lower class people are not lives for you. No, even the security guards died. It should be said that for you corporate people in power, except for your own lives, nothing else matters.
Hiss, it doesn't seem right. That great-grandfather's test includes this young lady's life as well.

"I am half the blood of the Kingdom of Sin. If I cannot pass this test and become a member of the family, then it must be destined."

Cherry blossoms, born from chrysanthemums and roses, are exactly what I want.

Seeing his expression gradually calm down, as if he had accepted his death, Carl felt an indescribable feeling of disgust in his heart.

What kind of test did your family use to kill so many people, but when it came to your death, you accepted death so easily?

If you die, the people outside will die with you!
By then, Brown and the others will die, and Jack, Mann, and Oliver will also die!

Wealth and life may not matter to you, but there will always be someone who is in need.

And this is not something that someone who fails the test and gives up his life casually can bear.

"Go away."

Carl pushed the Arasaka security personnel who were surrounding the target, knocking them to the ground just like he had pushed down the mercenaries before, and then he squatted down in the incredulous gaze of the Arasaka security personnel.

"Target, I took her away, is that ok? Does she have any trauma team members?"

Watching Carl pick up the young lady, the Arasaka security guards did not dare to touch her. When he asked them, they murmured as if awake from a dream, "No, no."

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"No, no! When the young lady took the test to prove that half of her noble bloodline was worthy of continuing, her membership was revoked."

"Is there any in the Blue Bi Building?"

"Yes, at the entrance of the Ganbi Building, there is our special female treatment team to prevent accidents."

"Oh, aren't you afraid of LGBT people?"

"what is that?"

"It's useless to tell you. I'm too lazy to say it. You don't deserve to hear it. Help the mercenaries hold off the attackers. I'll take your lady to get treatment."

The Arasaka security personnel watched as Carl hugged their lady and turned to walk to the back, but no one dared to stop him as if no one dared to touch him.

After a few seconds, they looked at each other, and then seemed to regain their senses and began to be on guard with guns in hand.

This issue
They didn't know what to do.

"You want to save me?"

Being held in Karl’s arms, the target raised his beautiful eyes and looked at Karl’s appearance: “Is it because you want to complete the mission?”

"I want to save people."

Carl glanced at his target and walked quickly: "Save my friend, and save you too. Although you are not a good person in my eyes, you have beautiful eyes. Because of these eyes, I am prepared to add 1% of pity for you to the 99% of saving my friend."

"Why."

Listening to Karl’s words, the target smiled and showed a very bright smile: “I heard it in the car. You were scolding people from my company over there, why do you still have mercy on me.”

"I've already said that it's your eyes that are beautiful. Can't I appreciate their beauty? Beautiful things always make people feel pity. That's probably the case. Besides, ah."

Carl glanced at the Ganbi Building in the distance.

"Countless cherry blossom petals have fallen from the cherry tree, but this one just happened to fall into my arms."

Carl sighed.

"It's just that I just happened to be here."

(End of this chapter)