Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 91 69. Next
"Jack, cooperate with me."

After sending a message to Johnson asking him to order his men to suspend the attack, Carl began to move forward.

James Weston's time is over.

The distance between him and Karl at this moment is ten meters.

"You avoided the most threatening grenades and kept approaching."

Carl threw Kenshin, who had run out of bullets in the fire suppression, aside, raised his hands slightly from his sides, and two single-molecule lines emerged from them.

"As expected, I still have to get close to you and use the single molecule wire that I spent a lot of money to upgrade to get rid of you."

Subcutaneous armor can reduce the impact of bullets, but it is not so effective against single-molecule rays.

James originally had a gun on his back, but it was shattered into pieces during the fire suppression. Facing Carl who was walking slowly towards him, James instinctively raised the projectile launching system in his left hand, and when he tried to fire the bullet, the only response from his arm was the "click" sound of an empty chamber.

"Do you still want to play the trick of saying that times have changed?"

Carl's steps were steady. He didn't want to slip on the slippery ground. "Show me your mantis blade. I'd be happy to have close combat with you."

There was no need for Carl to say anything, as a mantis knife with a cold blade popped out from James' right arm and rushed straight towards Carl.

'As expected.'

Carl's data stream, carrying the puppet, came to James' right arm.

'Prosthetic overheating.'

The operating parts of the mantis blade in James' arm suddenly began to overclock, and the scorching heat it emitted directly cooked the remaining flesh and blood in James' arm. James' arm, which was about to swing, also paused for a moment because of this.

But a tough guy is still a tough guy after all. After that moment of pause, James ignored the pain of his arm being roasted and swung the mantis knife to chop it down.

Carl dodged. He had no intention of competing with a sturdy man in strength. Although his arms might not lose in strength now, he never forgot that the sturdy man had more than one mantis knife!
Sure enough, just as Carl dodged the mantis blade swung down by James, James' right knee suddenly lifted up, and the bent and stretched mantis blade followed the movement of his knee, chasing Carl from bottom to top.

"Bah."

The tip of the mantis knife touched a single-molecule line that had been blocked in front of it.

Carl pulled the string with both hands, with the width of a line just blocking the tip of the knife.

The quality of James's mantis knife is very good, at least on the same level as the single-molecule wire in Carl's hand. When blocking the mantis knife, Carl saw a small notch appear on the tip of James' knife, and heard the "rustling" sound of the single-molecule wire in his hand, which was the weird and harsh sound caused by the friction between sharp weapons.

"I'll have to ask the old guy to repair it later. Fortunately, it's only a minor damage."

"Ya-ya-ya-ya"

The harsh friction sound was suddenly prolonged.

'I knew it. '

As Carl sighed inwardly, something he had expected happened.

James started the fourth Sian Westin.

Cyberpsychopaths are really awesome, and overclocking and cheating are too much.

The raised knee was lowered, and the mantis blade on the leg that affected his walking was retracted. The mantis blade in his hand left a trail of afterimages in the air as James shifted his body. At a ghostly speed, before Swanwestan stopped, James had already stood behind Carl, holding the mantis blade and chopped at his head.

With this blow, Carl would have absolutely no chance of survival. His skin was not ACPA armor and could not block the mantis blade.

'So I said, it's to be expected.'

Carl had his back to James and didn't make any moves, even if he could react, because any movement he made could cause someone aiming to lose their position and accidentally hurt him. At this angle, you should be able to hit him.

'Easy.'

As if responding to what Carl was thinking at the moment, Oliver, who had been aiming the Nekomata since the beginning of the battle, finally fired his first shot.

A sniper only needs to fire one shot.

"Oh!"

A huge roar came along with the stop of time in Sianwestan.

Blood sprayed all over Carl's back. Amid the uncontrollable splattering of bones and mechanical debris, an arm equipped with half a mantis knife flew high into the air.

"We are a team of three."

"Well fought, Oliver!"

Amid Jack's joyful shout, Carl turned around and swung out the single molecule line.

"Chichi!"

There was a clean and sharp sound of cutting, but there was no visible damage on James' body.

James, who lost his arm, was in a daze.

The moment he realized that his arm was lost, he wanted to raise his knee, pop out the mantis blade and repeat the same trick, but as Carl turned around, he could no longer feel his legs.

"To truly 'hinder movement', it's easier to just break the legs, isn't it?"

With Carl smiling as if to avoid getting blood on his face, Jack walked over and kicked James to the ground.

James, whose entire leg had been severed and only half of his body and head were conscious, raised his head. It seemed that until this moment, when his weapons and offensive prostheses were destroyed, he was still prepared to use his teeth to attack the enemy in front of him.

"You might actually be a qualified soldier."

Jack put one foot on James' chest, cutting off all his possibilities of resistance. He looked down at James, who was lying on the ground with red light in his eyes and wanted to bite something like a mad dog. A hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes.

"Cyberpsychosis."

Jack drew a pistol from his waist.

The pistol he pulled out was the 'Nue' produced by Tsunami Company. It was a deadly and elegant kinetic weapon. Jack had it modified and painted gold, and he preciously called it the 'Golden Bitch'.

Now, Jack picked up this precious 'Golden Bitch' and pointed its muzzle at James' artificial eye.

"Get some sleep, Soldados."

At the last moment of his life, the red light in James' eyes faded a little for some reason. His eyes moved, but what he saw was still that fire, that burning fire.

However, he did not make any more resistance. He just stared at Jack, at the gold-painted gun in Jack's hand, and said calmly:

"Well fought, soldier."

"You should really tell Oliver this, but I'll take it on his behalf. Thank you."

Then Jack pulled the trigger.

"Bah."

(End of this chapter)