Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 575 188. At least it’s not me
Damn it.

Perhaps even this word is not enough to describe the behavior of this group of splinter members of the Voodoo Gang.

Because seeing a ghost is just seeing a ghost at most, but what they saw now was KK.

A mercenary who is much scarier than a ghost in the eyes of many gang members, street people, and company employees.

“It’s KK!”

A terrified scream pierced the air. This Voodoo Gang splinter member, who was the first to recognize the reality, awakened his companions' consciousness with his scream.

When everyone realized that it was KK standing in front of them, their reactions varied: some froze in place, some stepped back subconsciously, and some reached for their weapons tremblingly - but were afraid to draw them out.

"No need to panic."

Regarding the situation in front of him where there was a lot of panic and no one was able to entertain on his behalf, Karl stretched out his hands and pressed them down slightly: "I'm not here to cause trouble."

Aren't you here to cause trouble?
After hearing this, many people who had been holding their weapons tightly suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

After all, they all hang out in the city, and they all know something about KK's style of doing things.

It's hard to say about his companions, but as for KK, what he said was basically sincere, without any lies. No matter whether he was too lazy to cause trouble or was not willing to spend the effort to rip people off, if he said he was not looking for trouble, then he was not here to cause trouble.

Every Voodoo Gang splinter here has heard about the Voodoo Gang to some extent, and everyone knows that the gang they used to be in was destroyed by the KK team. They also know that the KK team can easily destroy the Voodoo Gang, and dealing with this small group of splinter members is no more troublesome than crushing an ant.

When they saw KK, they all began to wonder whether KK felt that destroying the Voodoo Gang was not enough and wanted to deal with these separatist remnants, so they were all a little panicked and at a loss. Now that they heard that KK did not intend to cause trouble for them, although they were not psychologically saved, they still breathed a sigh of relief.

However, while they were celebrating, doubts arose in the hearts of several Voodoo Gang separatists - was the KK in front of them really himself?
After all, KK's imitators are just like KK's fake Mewtwo. Although they are not everywhere in the city, you can always encounter a few street thugs claiming to be KK every few streets.

This phenomenon is just like the long-dead Johnny Silverhand, who still has a large group of fanatical fans who call themselves "Johnny Silverhand".

Many gangsters use the name of KK to cheat or intimidate others. This is not uncommon. Over time, except for those big guys who are really at the top of the streets, ordinary people on the street can no longer tell whether KK is the real KK or another impostor who uses his name to cheat.

The rules in Dogtown are wilder and crazier than those in the city.

The people here are either desperate criminals or ruthless characters who have been forced into desperate situations. In such a place, impersonating a character like KK, although the risk is extremely high, but if successful, the benefits will be equally astonishing.

After all, KK's name is just as famous in Dogtown, and may even be more intimidating than in the city.

So, when the man who called himself KK stood in front of them and behaved kindly, the separatists of the Voodoo Gang could not help but feel nervous:
'Is this guy the real KK, or is he just some ignorant thug in Dog Town who wants to use the KK's name to do something?'

In this place, the truth is often more complicated than it appears, and trust is a luxury.

But even though they thought that the KK in front of them might be an imposter, the splinter members of the Voodoo Gang looked at each other, but they couldn't find anyone who dared to test it out.

Don't say whether they are timid or brave. If this is fake, it would be fine. At most, they would just deal with the guy who pretended to be KK to scare people in a friendly manner. But what if they find out that it is KK himself?
KK was in a rare good mood and had no intention of killing them, so they went up to provoke him. How many lives do they have? How could they use them like this?

As they were struggling with their thoughts, the splinter members of the Voodoo Gang just stared at each other. No one stood up to talk to KK, which made Carl frown.

Why do these people seem so stupid? They just let me stand here and no one responds.

Someone comes to your door, and you have no intention of taking action or communicating. What's the point of just standing there like an idiot?

"Could it be that these Voodoo Gang members are not smart, just like the Animal Gang, so they split from the Voodoo Gang? They don't have sharp brains."

Karl had to speak again: “I’m here to find the slider, please notify him.”

Carl first introduced himself, then stated his attitude of not intending to cause trouble, and finally stated his intention. Carl felt that he had been reasonable enough, but after he said this, the group of Voodoo Gang separatists were still stunned.

They all clearly heard Karl's words, but everyone seemed to be hesitating. A few seconds later, when Karl was wondering if the person who just spoke was the only one with a throat, a woman who finally mustered up the courage, or perhaps because of her higher status and was pushed out by others, stood in front of Karl.

"There may be a slider here, but it's unlikely that we have someone called a slider here."

"?"

What a mess.

"Forget it, I'll just go in and look for it myself."

Carl thought that these people might have something wrong with their brains, so he just didn't bother to talk any more.

"Li De, just find the network connection, right?"

"Yes."

Reed appeared from the side with a calm tone. He stood by and observed, obviously knowing the situation better than Carl.

This group of Voodoo Gang splinter members obviously had no intention of revealing Slide's whereabouts, and might not even want to acknowledge his existence at all. But when facing Carl, they did not dare to refuse him directly, and ended up confusing themselves and unable to speak clearly.

Carl's deterrent effect on gang members on the streets may be much stronger than he imagined.

However, when Reed appeared and Carl was about to go in, the Voodoo Gang's splinter members suddenly came to their senses.

Perhaps it was because they did not see the other members of Carl's team, and only saw a strange strong black man, which made their balance begin to tilt - this "good-tempered" KK in front of them might really be a fake.

So, someone bravely stood in front of Karl.

"We don't have anything called a slider here, you..."

The Splitter who stopped Carl hadn't finished his words when his eyes suddenly rolled back and a string of sparks burst out from the receiving chamber. Then, amid the smell of burnt flesh and blood, he fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Get out of the way."

Karl glanced at him and said, “I intend to communicate well, and I don’t intend to kill you, but if you can’t speak clearly and plan to lie to me, there will be no next time.”

Every member of the Voodoo Gang split heard this sentence clearly, and they watched the figure walk straight inside after saying this, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

The people on the ground are not dead, but the access warehouse is damaged. They may lose half their lives or even become idiots, but at least they are still alive.

However, the next person who dares to stand in the way may face an uncertain outcome.

'It's KK himself!'

This thought flashed through the minds of every Voodoo Gang separatist, like a cold bolt of lightning, completely shattering the hope in their hearts.

This attitude cannot be false in the slightest.

The coldness, the condescending look, the words, as if their lives were already in their hands and could be taken away at any time.
While their hearts were pounding, the Voodoo Gang's separatists were all very grateful.

Thanks, it’s KK himself.

Thankfully, he really wasn't looking for trouble, and
Looking at the unconscious person on the ground, everyone comforted themselves.
"At least it's not me who suffers."

(End of this chapter)