Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 601 15. Tighten
Procrastination has reached its limit.

Noticing that the bionic dog was pulling away again, Oda Santao's eyes suddenly became cold and his hesitation was completely thrown out of his mind.

In order not to waste Swanwestin's power, he let the dog escape repeatedly, and the time consumed had already reached eight seconds. At this moment, he foresaw that he would spend several seconds chasing the mechanical beast that escaped again - this had touched the bottom line of his patience.

How many enemies are there in the dark? Other areas have not been checked yet, but so much energy has been spent on this dog. If we delay any further, Miss Huazi's safety will not be guaranteed. As a guard, this is undoubtedly a fatal dereliction of duty.

He should have started Sian Westin long ago.

At this moment, Oda finally came to his senses, but if he hadn't experienced it himself, how could he believe that a bionic dog could delay him for nearly eight seconds?

However, it is not too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost.

Time will never be wasted again.

Sian Westan.

The world suddenly slowed down, even the falling petals seemed to be suspended in the air, and the neon lights outside the building were stretched into strips of light. In the slowed time, Oda could clearly see every hair on Johnny Silver's hand swaying in the air, and the movement of his limbs with every step forward.

Oda raised the mantis knife.

Just one more moment and he would be able to finish off the dog.

Oda started running, his figure leaving a series of blurry afterimages in the air, and when he arrived beside Johnny Silverhand, Johnny Silverhand didn't even notice his arrival.

This is the ability that Oda possesses after truly showing his strength.

Facing Oda who was trying his best, Johnny Silverhand had no way to struggle anymore.

He had already run as far as he could.

And now that he has reached his limit, Carl can take action.

Oda's mantis knife drew an orange-red arc of light, and the blade tore through the darkness, making a slight buzzing sound.

This knife should have cut off Johnny Silverhand and ended this long chase. However, just as the blade was about to touch the target, an almost imperceptible line moved.

Oda's pupils suddenly contracted. His mantis blade had just begun to accelerate, and before it could fully infuse its power, it was entangled by a single molecular line. The pulling force at the other end instantly destroyed his downward trajectory, and his right hand was forcibly pulled away from the original path.

Single molecule line?! At the moment when he activated Sian Westin, there was another person lurking in the dark!
Oda's reaction was as fast as lightning. The moment his right hand was blocked, he had already swung out with the mantis knife in his left hand. However, just when the blade was halfway, the single-molecule line on his right hand was suddenly retracted, breaking the original balance of the wrestling force. His body tilted involuntarily, and the trajectory of the mantis knife in his left hand also shifted, narrowly passing by the mysterious opponent, leaving only a trajectory with some heat flow.

Oops, my body balance is broken!
Oda's pupils shrank and his heartbeat instantly accelerated. He seemed to hear the blood roaring in his eardrums. He reacted almost instinctively - he turned off the thermal energy activation of the Mantis Blade and retracted the Mantis Blade.

The blazing orange-red light on the mantis blade suddenly went out, like a tamed beast that instantly lost its wild energy. The mantis blades on both arms were quickly retracted, and the mechanical humming sound gradually dissipated in the air, but the residual heat still remained on the blade, transmitting to his arms through the metal. The tingling sensation rushed up from his arms to his shoulders like an electric current, and the burning touch made him grit his teeth.

His body had lost balance, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tilt, gravity was pulling him relentlessly, and Oda realized that he could not save this out-of-control situation, so he simply gave up resistance and took the initiative to cater to the tilting force. His body was like a fallen leaf, following the invisible force and lightly falling to one side. Just before he fell to the ground, Oda quickly supported himself with both hands on the ground. The moment his palms touched the rough concrete floor, he felt a sharp pain from friction. With this force, he shrank his body suddenly, like a nimble cheetah, and slid out along the ground.

The cold friction of the concrete floor penetrated into the skin through the clothes, forming a sharp contrast with the burning sensation on the arm. Oda's breathing became rapid, but his eyes were still sharp, like a wild beast ready to pounce, always on guard.

While sliding, his body was tense, ready to meet attacks at any time. His eyes were sharp, and his condition was obviously not damaged at all, still at its peak. Although he was forced to change his trajectory and fall down to slide out, his movements were still smooth and handsome, as if everything was under his control.

Carl was amazed that he only moved the single molecule line slightly, but the opponent made six or seven movements in one second, taking all kinds of precautions and being on high alert in an instant.

And he was never stingy in praising his enemies.

"That's amazing," Carl said in a low and magnetic voice, with a hint of admiration. He flashed in front of the bionic dog like a ghost, blocking Oda's sight. "As expected of a professional, his reaction is really fast."

After Oda slid out, he quickly propped himself up, half-crouched on the ground, and pulled out the mantis knife with both hands again. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on Carl. His breathing was slightly rapid, but there was no panic in his eyes, only extreme calmness and vigilance.

Carl seemed calm and even a little relaxed. He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Oda's mantis sword. His tone was as relaxed as if he was chatting: "If I hadn't seen the fighting style of ninjas like you once before, I might have been injured by the swing of your left mantis sword."

Oda's pupils shrank slightly. The young man in front of him looked to be no more than twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance, but his whole body exuded a chilling and dangerous aura. That aura was like an invisible blade, pressing directly against Oda's nerves, instantly raising his alert to the highest level.

Who is this guy?
This question flashed quickly through Oda's mind. His eyes wandered between Carl and the bionic dog, trying to find the connection between the two. Is he the one who is controlling the bionic dog behind the scenes?

Although he was full of doubts, there was one thing Oda was sure of - this strange young man was very strong, so strong that he felt an invisible sense of oppression, as if the air had become heavier.

Oda did not have equipment to measure combat values, but with his years of combat experience, he could clearly feel the opponent's strength.

Carl just stood there, every subtle movement of his hands and feet seemed extremely reasonable, as if he could launch a fatal attack at any time. His posture was impeccable, like a living combat textbook.

Facing such an opponent, Oda's first reaction was not fear, but an almost instinctive vigilance. He seemed to see a perfect fighting template, and that kind of perfection was exactly the level he had always pursued in the training camp but had never reached.

"Who are you?" Oda whispered, with a barely perceptible solemnity in his voice. "Attacking Arasaka, do you understand what you are doing?"

Hearing this, Carl chuckled: "Don't you need to remind me that you still want to test my identity? Don't make it so troublesome. I have already hacked into this place and I have blocked the communications in this place. If you want to send a message to your master, you may have to beat me before considering that." His voice was still relaxed, but the sharpness in his words was chilling.

Oda was silent.

He stopped sending messages to Arasaka Hanako asking her to hide, and his actions seemed to be within the other party's expectations.

In that case
Then I can only rely on myself, for Miss Huazi.

The thermal mantis blade lit up again.

The tense atmosphere in the air was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

(End of this chapter)