Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 55 33. Four Seconds
"huhuhuhu"

Gasping for breath, Carl felt the warmth flowing down his forehead and was just glad that he was still alive.

Before the ACPA driver fired, he had anticipated that the other party might fire and had dodged in advance, so he was not hit directly by the 20mm bullet that could have torn him in half. The injuries he suffered now were caused by the stones splashed by the bullet.

After tearing off his shirt that was exposed under his bulletproof vest, Carl wiped the blood from his head with his left hand, then wrapped a strip of cloth around his head to temporarily bandage the wound on his forehead to prevent the bleeding from disrupting his vision during the upcoming battle.

"This time it's really fatal."

Carl calculated the time in his heart. He had an eight-minute life limit, and now there were less than seven minutes left. That meant he had to take down the ACPA in seven minutes and bring the target to the Blue Bi Building.
'This dream is so beautiful.'

What Carl has in his hand now.

Single molecule wire, Kenshin technical pistol, and a few grenades. Use these things to deal with an ACPA who is more than two meters tall and whose arm armor is almost as wide as his entire body?

Damn, this is too much like soul-traveling. A challenge to speed through the game without taking any damage, right? Can you give me a chance to go back and start over? I'll try to pass it within ten times.

While thinking about the combat methods that could be combined with these things, Carl heard ACPA, who had just been blown down by his grenade, moving again downstairs. The other party's voice was so heavy that it was hard not to hear it.

then…

Why did it suddenly become quiet?
Carl listened carefully to the sound. Apart from the panicked cries of the receptionists as they fled in the background, he didn't seem to hear any sound that resembled the movement of mechas.

Not right.

The guy who was desperately chasing him and was blown up by him the last moment suddenly stopped moving. No matter who thinks about it, it will feel that something is wrong.

Then, Carl immediately understood why the other party stopped.

Because there is no need for the other party to come up.

'I found you.'

The ACPA driver grinned grimly in his helmet. He raised the machine gun in his hand and aimed it from the first floor at Carl, who was located on the second floor diagonally above him.

The only connection between the second floor and the first floor is the escalator and the emergency passage located in the corner of the floor. Since it is no longer possible to reach the second floor by simply jumping, let's change our thinking.

You don’t have to go up, but the other person has to come down.

This armor was originally designed for precision strikes on the battlefield. Its detection capabilities allowed it to detect the approximate range of Carl on the second floor. What he needed to do next was to accurately "cut" that area like a scalpel.

The roaring machine guns shattered Carl's foothold around him. Before Carl could make any move to resist, the scalpel cut was completed, and Carl fell down along with a piece of the surrounding floor.

The good news is that I was lucky and the opponent was unlucky, and not a single machine gun shot hit me.

Bad news. The machine guns fired in a circle six meters around me, creating a circle. The fire was too dense and I couldn't run away and fell down.

'Good luck fellow.'

He found that he had randomly selected the approximate position for peeling, and the guy was exactly in the middle of the peeling position he selected without being attacked. Even the ACPA driver who was now very unhappy with Carl had to admit that this street mercenary had really good luck.

However, let him face himself, this is also what he is thinking in his heart.

Otherwise, what he should do is to indiscriminately shoot at the approximate location he has detected. The probability of hitting the target that way is much higher than the probability of hitting the target by drawing a circle with a scalpel.

The ACPA driver had the capital to be arrogant and the ability to vent his anger, and now, Carl was definitely in his hands.

The gap in equipment between the two was too obvious, so obvious that Carl's struggles were useless in front of this ACPA pilot, and could be solved with just a little thought.

'It looks like your struggle is over, rat.'

The ACPA pilot pointed his machine gun at Carl, but before he could raise his hand, Carl had already clenched his hands and swung out a single molecule line between his fingers.

Single-molecule wires can cut many things, and they are very sharp, yes, but these things do not include ACPA, whose material can be compared to the main battle tank of 2075.

The single-molecule wire broke through about one centimeter of the surface material of ACPA and wrapped around it. Then Carl tried to pull it, but found that his whole body strength might not be as strong as that of the other party's finger.

"Ugh, it looks like I'm really dead this time." Looking at the ACPA pilot who allowed him to attack, slowly raising his machine gun without stopping for a moment, maintaining his condescending and arrogant attitude, Carl listened to the "bang bang" sound of the single-molecule wires on his arms. The mechanical distortion sound of stretching to the limit made his teeth ache. Carl knew that he was indeed asking too much of the single-molecule wires.

Thanks for your hard work.

But please help me one last time.

Even though this is really ugly, I still want to struggle.

'Witness my struggle.'

Carl smiled.

Carl's smile made the ACPA driver a little confused. What he wanted to see was the other party's complete failure. It didn't matter if he showed resentment or burst into tears. As long as he showed it, he would feel extremely satisfied. The past sense of glory that belonged to the elite would return to him.
And failure should never be a smile.

Just a street mercenary.
"Thank you for looking down on me."

Carl wrapped the monomolecular wire around the ACPA driver and began to glow.

Single-molecule wires can be charged, and after charging, they can give it a fighting force.
"Zizi!"

The sound of electric current rang out in ACPA's armored hands, and the single molecule wire carrying current and heat instantly became sharper, and it actually cut inwards a full ten centimeters in one breath. Under the cut metal, which had a slightly melted surface, was human flesh and blood.

The pain came upon the ACPA driver for the first time when he was wearing ACPA.

This pain was not only physical, but also a heavy blow to his soul.

As a being that transcends humanity and is otherworldly, he was actually hurt by someone with a mortal body.

Is God angry?
People don't know.

The ends of the single-molecule wires on Carl's arms were pulled by Carl, swung towards each other and cut towards his wrists. The sharp single-molecule wires instantly cut off Carl's palms like a hot knife cutting butter.

Cutting like a scalpel.

It is indeed a single-molecule line.

When the two broken palms were firmly connected to the single-molecule wires hanging on the ACPA mecha, Carl fell backwards, and with the pulling force of his backward leaning and the wrist that had lost his palm, he tore off the remaining single-molecule wires in his arm that were still connected to his palm. Amid the gushing of blood, half of the mechanical structure of the arm, along with the everted flesh and blood, was connected to the single-molecule wires on the palm.

The prosthesis has completed its duty, and now it is Carl's responsibility.

Carl, with his palm gone and only half of his arm left in a bloody cross-section, fell backwards. All he saw was light.

What he saw on the first floor was the light from the second floor, which shone at him obliquely through the gaps. This first floor, which was dim because the ceiling chandelier was destroyed by the machine gun, was so bright and dazzling.

It's like looking at a clear sky.

Carl fell down, and the ACPA driver, who was feeling the pain, had not yet recovered from the pain when he saw the two palms hanging on his body with the single molecule wire open.

In the middle of the hand that had been separated from the body, there were two grenades with the pins already pulled out.

Think about it again. How many seconds does it take for a grenade to explode if the pin is pulled out?

Four or five seconds.

How many seconds have passed now?

Just right, no more, no less.

Four seconds.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)