Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 88 66. Triggering the Alarm
James Norris!
Unexpectedly, I actually met him!
"Oliver, Jack, get ready, I found the target."

While sending messages to Oliver and Jack, Carl saw James Norris slowly walk to the side of an NCPD police car and take out a 'DB-2 Sadara Tech Double-Barreled Shotgun' from his back.

[DB-2 Sadara Technical Double-Barrel Shotgun]: A technical shotgun that can be charged for powerful shooting. As the saying goes, wherever Sadara goes, even metal and stone will be opened. When facing it, you'd better pray that you really have steel bones to protect yourself.

James Norris took off his shotgun and a strange red light emanated from his three prosthetic eyes, and Carl happened to be somewhat familiar with that kind of light.

He had seen the high-temperature light emitted by this prosthesis when it was working to its limit in cyberpsychosis.

'Oops, in the rain, with military-grade jammers, can Oliver still aim accurately?'

While feeling uneasy, Carl had already broken into the blockade.

"Karl?"

When Johnson was wondering why Carl's face changed drastically, Carl had already reached out, twisted his body, and turned him backwards.

"The person who called you, run, there's something wrong with that guy, he might be a cyber-psycho."

"What's Wrong with Cyberpsycho!?!"

Johnson, who was a little slow to react due to overtime, heard the second half of Carl's words and hurriedly looked towards the location of his subordinates. When he saw the situation there clearly, he found that a big man who had broken into the blockade at some point was holding a shotgun and pointing the gun at the NCPD officer sitting in the police car through the window.

"Well, what are you planning to do?"

The NCPD officer, who seemed to be communicating with a colleague in the car window, turned his head to look out the window, and then what he saw was the black muzzle of a gun.

At this moment, his boss Johnson's anxious cry came over his communication: "Run, this guy is a cyber psychopath!"

'Cyberpsychosis?'

Before the officer could process what was happening, the shotgun blast went off.

It is said that in the last moment before death, people will feel that time suddenly slows down. However, when this police officer really faced death, he realized that in the last moment, all he could feel was an inexplicable sense of brain blankness.

"Oh!"

The window glass shattered, and amid the flying debris and the sparks of steel colliding, the police officer in the car felt pain coming into his blank brain.

That was the pain caused by glass shards piercing deeply into the face.

I am not dead?

"Idiot, get out of the other door and run!"

The angry roar from his superior on the radio brought the police officer in the car back to his senses. He slid quickly on the seat and used his back to push open the door on the other side, which was not closed tightly to begin with. He then fell backwards to the ground on the other side and fell into the rain.

At least I saved my life.

James Norris had no intention of chasing the police officer because he now felt a greater threat.

His instincts honed on the battlefield reminded him that if he insisted on killing the police officer in front of him, he might get hurt.

And the result of being injured and facing such a great threat is death.

"Dead Red, Black, Fire."

Muttering something incomprehensible, James Norris turned his head to look in the direction of the high-threat target he sensed, and what appeared in his flashing artificial eyes was a black-haired young man pointing a gun at him.

"Kenshin, that's it."

Instinct told him this, and the information about the firearms washed away his complicated and crazy thoughts. Seeing James Norris turning his head to look at him with the broken and exploded shotgun, Carl exhaled a breath, feeling a little relieved.

Fortunately, when I felt something was wrong, I took out my gun and started shooting, otherwise it would not be so easy to break the gun body in advance.

Regardless of whether James Norris, who was clearly in a state of cyberpsychosis, could understand what he meant, Carl shouted at him: "Don't look for anyone else, how about coming to play with me?"

Meanwhile, Carl sent messages to Jack and Oliver on the comms.

"Jack, go to the side, don't get close, use Saratoga to help suppress him, I need to judge the operation ability of his Swanwestin first, Oliver, hold the Nekomata firmly, my life is in your hands."

After that, it was for Johnson.

"Tell your men to stand back. He is a former lieutenant from the New American Army. He has military-grade prosthetics. His subcutaneous armor cannot be penetrated by weapons like the Lexington. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Stay away and help me suppress the fire. By the way."

In Carl's mind, data began to flow.

"Please call a terrorist squad for me. If I'm no match for them, I'll try to hold out until they get here."

"Karl, let me help you!"

"Don't come and make trouble, Mr. Johnson."

Carl stepped in the rain, and raindrops bloomed on his face, which was faintly excited. "I can't help it. I can't protect you in this situation. Believe us, we are professional mercenaries. If I can't protect my friends in this situation, I will be sad."

"friend?"

Listening to Carl's words that were obviously referring to him as he walked slowly forward, Johnson was stunned at first, and then he laughed.

"Then I'm honored."

Johnson began to retreat, and at the same time, he began to roar in the NCPD communication channel: "Everyone retreat, keep your distance and suppress the firepower. The prosthesis on the other side is military-grade, don't make trouble, call the terrorist mobile team, and let those lunatics deal with their own kind!"

The data flow in Carl's brain found a node, and under his control, it began to connect to James Norris.

The frequency of the imported 'puppet' data's intrusion confrontation with James Norris' military-grade processor instantly reached the processing limit of Carl's access warehouse 'Arasaka Type 3'.

It’s a pity that Arasaka praised this access warehouse to the skies in the advertisements when it was being sold, but in the end, it only accessed the data of a puppet, and that’s the limit!

Complaining in his heart, Carl actually knew that facing the military-grade protective equipment, it took a lot of effort for the Arasaka Type 3 to invade. If it could complain, it might even complain about Carl's insufficient hacking skills.

The puppet program that Carl chose to invade into James Norris' body was to hinder movement. The reason was simple: to buy time.

It would take time for Jack and Oliver to arrive or for these police officers to escape.

Why not save the lives of a few NCPD police officers if it can help achieve your team's combat objectives?

Although this encounter was something I had not expected, it was still not bad. It saved us a lot of effort in looking for him. In addition, with the evidence of the NCPD's law enforcement recorder, the fact that this guy is a cyberpsychopath has been confirmed.

The only thing left to do next is to fight.

Kill him.

This was the only thing that remained in Carl's mind after eliminating other messy thoughts.

The distance between him and James Norris is now twenty-two meters.

(End of this chapter)