Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 56 34. Legend
Carl, who was blown away by the oncoming explosion, is not dead yet.

The close-range explosion was hard for even ACPA to withstand, but Carl didn't die?
Why didn't you die?
Because most of the explosion was handled by ACPA.

As the single-molecule wires entangled together, the grenades hanging on ACPA's arms finally rolled into ACPA's arms after his palms were spread out, and exploded in front of ACPA. Compared to ACPA, who only had a helmet to block the explosion, Carl's defense was much stronger.

Not to mention the reassuring steel arm that is as thick as Carl, let's talk about the machine gun in ACPA's hand. The barrel is so thick and the gun body is so wide. At a glance, you can tell that it is the best among shields.

With such strong protection, and having fallen down close to the ground in advance, how could Carl die?

But although he was not dead, he was almost gone.

"It hurts."

Lying in the ruins composed of stones and chandelier fragments, Carl felt that his body was like the braised beef in a stew shop, being cut into pieces, one by one, and he felt the pain clearly.

"It hurts so much, but I can't die. What's going on?"

Sighing, Karl moved his body, but found that it was difficult to move at all.

"Damn it, I have to complete the tasks entrusted by others. How should I carry her later? Should I let her lean on my back and walk over slowly? Will she still have the strength to hook her hands around my neck with her injuries?"

How much time has passed?
About four minutes left?
Four minutes
Gritting his teeth, Carl managed to sit up using his half-lost elbow to support himself.

Rest for four seconds, then rest for another four seconds and let yourself stand up.

一
"Wow."

two.
“Knock, knock.”

three.
"Click."

Four.

Carl looked into the pile of rocks that buried ACPA and stretched out an arm.

An arm covered in blood and wounds, with the elbow cut in half and connected only by a little tendon and bone.

"Depend on."

With Carl's helpless look on his face, the pile of rocks was pushed away, and then one-third of it shattered, revealing the cockpit. The ACPA, with sparks flashing everywhere, and the pilot appeared in front of Carl.

"Can't you just die in peace?"

Carl wanted to pull out Kenshin from his waist, but when he did so, he suddenly realized that his hand was gone.

"I will return this sentence to you."

The pilot who spoke for the first time and revealed his true face in the cockpit was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Oliver. Half of his face was now rotten away, but the pale gums that were exposed through the flesh and blood showed that he was smiling.

That is a smile of victory.

Compared to Carl who was already unable to move, he could still control ACPA to move a little bit, and this difference would determine the final victory or defeat.

Even if he fought ugly, even if he was almost killed by Carl while driving ACPA, so what.

He won.

He won!
"Is this what it feels like to truly win a battle?"

The driver controlled the ACPA and moved slowly towards Carl step by step.

But this time it's not a cat and mouse game, it's real, because of the damage, it can only go that fast.

But it doesn't matter even if it's slower. Compared to Carl who can't move, he just needs to walk over and reap the fruits of victory.

The method of harvesting is very simple, just swing your iron fist and hit him. One punch can knock Carl's upper body away.

Is there any other way?
Carl was asking himself.

Then an answer came out.

This time, I really can only wait for death.

When I was eight years old, I stared at the raindrops on the car window, wondering which one would win. Then they were all blown away by the sudden wind. Perhaps, at that time, I understood that nine out of ten things would not go as planned.

Sorry.

What's the regret?
It seems that I can't keep Brown, Oliver and the others safe. In this mission, I might really have to be buried with Sakura. Anything else?
There's more.
Carl thought of something very important, very important, so important that when he thought of it, his spirits lifted a little.

I ordered the pork, but I haven’t even had a single bite of it.

Mrs. Wells, and Oliver's sister and father, would be very sad to hear of our death.

Maybe people will think more before they die.

But the coming of death will not stop.

The heavy footsteps stopped in front of Karl.

"It's really delightful. I will probably never forget you."

"Will you not forget it?"

Karl smiled slightly: “Then I’ll go down first and help you see the scenery, and then I’ll beat you up down there later.”

"Okay, then you'd better learn ACPA, otherwise, I might win again."

The ACPA driver also laughed, and then, without hesitation, attacked with his fist.

There should be nothing worth saying between the two before death.

Carl should just close his eyes and wait to die.

But he didn't.

He saw something out of the corner of his eye.

The passage of time seemed to slow down.

No, it’s not that the passage of time has slowed down, but that I can see that someone is moving at high speed.

That body, that's a machine.
Other machinery.

Sian Westan.

During the slow time, a machine approached Carl and the ACPA driver at high speed from a distance, and then a mechanical hand was extended.

At this moment, it seemed that the falling drops of blood could hardly cause any ripples in the pool of blood.

ACPA pilot, noticed something.

His eyes moved slowly, trying to see clearly, but his current physical condition no longer allowed him to do so.

The robotic arm grabbed his neck, which was exposed to the air outside the ACPA cockpit, and then the robotic arm gently pinched and grabbed it.

In the seemingly still time, Carl could see the astonishment of the ACPA driver, and the lingering smile on his face that had not yet disappeared.

A smile that was exactly the same as his own, one that had already confirmed the outcome.

'Sorry, it seems I'm lucky this time.'

Carl blinked his eyes, and the gushing blood dyed him red from top to bottom.

"You go downstairs and wait for me first. I'll go downstairs and beat you up later."

The machine that pinched and tore off the ACPA pilot's head looked at Carl. No, to be precise, it was the 'person' who looked at Carl.

There is not much humanity in the pair of eyes flashing red light. All that is contained in them is cruel and cold murderous intent.

"Boy, I'll take over your mission."

These were the last words Carl heard before he passed out.

Carl knew who he was.

It is better to say that there is no way that anyone in the world who is a mercenary does not know who he is.

Legendary mercenary.

Adam hammers.

(End of this chapter)