Cyberpunk: 2075

When David and his mother left through the back door and Carl stood up, the gunfight on the street had already stopped.

It wasn't that the gang members didn't intend to fight, but the people in the store at the center of the conflict were almost all dead.

Looking at the bodies that filled the store, and then looking at the gang members who were wailing and screaming on the street, who had not yet died, Carl shook his head.

As a mercenary, he really had no idea of ​​getting involved in gang fighting before he received the mission.

To him, both sides were just dog-biting dog, and neither side was any better.

Looking at the vending machine in the restaurant that was shattered by bullets, Carl took a few steps, stuffed a banknote into the exposed coin storage, and then took out a can of real water from it and drank it.

It's almost done.

Carl: It's almost done outside, did anyone rush into the bar?

Oliver: No, everyone except Jack and I rushed out and kept fighting outside. Because we agreed to just watch the bar, I didn't think about going out.

Carl: What about you, Jack? Didn't you go out?

Jack: We agreed to protect the bar, so we just protected the bar. We are mercenaries, so there is no need to make trouble... Besides, I don't know anyone outside, why should I get involved in this matter?

Carl: That's right, the Valentino gang has about 6,000 people, Jack, you don't know everyone, and you are not a social butterfly.

Jack: What are you talking about, Carl, I used to be loved by everyone... Don't worry, I can understand some nostalgia for the past, but now I am a mercenary, I won't think of all kinds of help just because the other party is a gang I used to be in;

I am still qualified in my duties. If someone from the Valentino gang escapes into the bar, I can help, after all, it is included in the scope of the commission, but I'd better forget about asking me to go out and help.

Oliver: But it's great that no one comes in. This kind of thing is really troublesome. It's troublesome to deal with it. Jack and I come from different backgrounds. If someone from outside really wants to rush in and fight, we can only handle it in a fair manner.

Jack: So, this is just this time. Some tasks are still very troublesome to be involved in the past.

Carl: I have called the police. The NCPD will come to deal with the end soon... Oh, I can hear the sirens. It seems that the Sixth Street Gang will suffer this job. It's past nine o'clock. We should leave.

Oliver: Okay, Jack and I will end it now. You come to the bar and we will drive out the back door.

What does the matter between street gangs have to do with this group of mercenaries? What missions are accepted and what tasks are accepted,

Either don't accept it, or accept it and do it according to the mission. It's agreed to get off work at nine o'clock. I worked overtime after nine o'clock.

It's good that I didn't ask for overtime pay.

After drinking the real water in two or three gulps, Carl walked towards the street on the bullet shells on the ground. The moment he walked out of the store, he attracted the attention of the three gang members.

The default rule on the street is to solve the problem before the NCPD comes. Otherwise, it is easy to talk to the NCPD, but it will be difficult to talk if the terrorist mobile team is provoked.

Listening to the approaching sirens, the three gangs, knowing that the matter was over, stopped the exchange of fire, packed up the nearby equipment and the bodies of their companions and prepared to retreat. At the end of the conflict, a neatly dressed, relaxed, and canned person suddenly walked into the center of their previous exchange of fire. It was too conspicuous.

This guy looked too leisurely.

This is what every gang member who survived the struggle on the line of life and death thought when he saw Carl.

Along with this thought came an almost ‘absurd’ feeling.

To use a description they had only seen in their dreams…

..

When the lion and tiger were fighting each other and couldn’t decide who was the winner, and retreated to both sides to lick their wounds, a rabbit chewing a leaf in its mouth hopped between them.

If the ‘lion’ and ‘tiger’ weren’t crazy, then this ‘rabbit’ was really daring.

Or maybe it was just the rabbit that was crazy.

Who with a normal brain would run out and pass between the two sides with a natural look when the two sides had just put down their guns in the battle? Even if they were thick-skinned and turned a blind eye to the gunfight, Even among the residents of Night City, there is no such person.

Carl walked to the trash can on the street and threw an empty can into it in a very polite manner. Then he shook his hands to get rid of the water drops on his hands that had condensed on the outside of the real water can due to condensation.

In the air that seemed to have risen several degrees in temperature due to the exchange of fire, it felt really good to buy frozen real water from the vending machine and drink it.

After throwing the can, Carl noticed the surprised gazes from both sides. He didn't care about anything. He nodded to the group on the left first, and then nodded to the group on the right, just as if he had greeted them all.

"It's late, everyone, go to bed early. "

Looking at Carl who walked into the bar with a calm face, the three gangs woke up from their dreams when they heard the sirens that were very close.

For a moment, the stagnant time started to move.

For some reason, the injured lion and tiger continued to move after seeing the rabbit passing by. "Hurry up and drag the man away. This guy can still be saved. Leave the body to the people in the medical center. We will go to collect it later!"

"Damn Tiger Claws, I'll find a chance to kill them on the street!"

"Go, go, don't stop, the NCPD is here, don't let those bad cops catch us, or they won't mind getting rid of us together and putting it on the credit list!"

"TMD, NCPD bastards, why are they here so fast today?"

In the midst of panic and confusion, many gang members who were in action and had considerable experience in dealing with such street conflicts could not forget the black-haired young man who walked slowly past the center of the firefight after they stopped the exchange of fire.

Generally speaking, even if such a crazy thing really happened, they shouldn't say nothing and just stare at the other party passing by. This kind of relaxed attitude of ignoring all of them is really arrogant.

They, the street bullies, shouldn't tolerate it.

Why didn't anyone threaten that guy with his pretentious walk just now, or draw a gun to intimidate him?

Do you think you shouldn't bother with a madman...:

Then why, all the remaining thirty-odd people just watched him walk by, without saying a word or moving, as if they had pressed the mute button in Mewtwo.

Why, just now, only the injured people were wailing?

After evacuating, the "lions" and "tigers" seemed to understand something.

In the African grassland Mewtwo that records the past, when a real lion walked slowly,

the African grassland hare peeping in the hole dared not make a sound, and only the injured rabbit that had nowhere to escape could make a few calls.