Cyberpunk: 2075

"Are you crazy?"

Although he was a member of the Terrorist Squadron, who was considered a cyber psychopath by outsiders, the captain still asked this question.

If these NCPD officers were not crazy, how could they point their guns at him while trembling with fear?

The captain was thinking.

After killing all these NCPD officers, would his evaluation from the mental examiner drop to the point where he needed to be treated again?

Maybe, but since they were already in his way.

The captain of the Terrorist Squadron slowly put his hand on the trigger.

He was ready to take action, and now he just needed to signal the members of his team.

"Ding."

At this moment, a message from the top came through his communication.

The mission was over, the threat had been eliminated, and the next step was to take over the containment of the prisoners by the official NCPD Sergeant Johnson. "

Feeling the buzzing sound of the alarm in his brain along with the information, the former NCPD elite police officer who had volunteered to join the Terrorist Squad to manage it understood that this was a warning from the higher-ups.

Strange thing.

When the Terrorist Squad is in action, it has absolute autonomy. A team leader can decide all combat decisions, including retreat and attack. The higher-ups rarely interfere with the actions of the Terrorist Squad, and if they do, it means one thing.

This matter is not negotiable. If the members of the Terrorist Squad don't want the chip in their brains that is specially set up for them to start prohibiting their actions, then they'd better obey now.

Big companies fund the Terrorist Squad with huge sums of money, not because they are kind enough to care about the governance of Night City. An, just united, want a tool to keep the city stable in the end, they want the highest force to suppress cyber psychopaths on the streets, not to cultivate equally dangerous and disobedient lunatics. If this tool is not stable enough, they don't mind throwing it away and replacing it with another one.

After receiving the communication, the captain of the violent terrorist mobile team looked at Carl deeply. The other party's information had been updated just now, which made the captain of the violent terrorist mobile team understand why the action was terminated.

Dangerous girl formal employee. "

Dangerous girl, who happened to be a force that strongly supported the violent terrorist mobile team in intelligence and financial assistance, was not concerned about the risk of losing personnel that was already lacking, and went to war with a mercenary who had enough strength to kill them under the control of the upper data, or retreated. This does not need to be thought about.

The violent terrorist mobile team has only been called crazy, but never stupid.

"It seems that someone has sent a false signal that they need us."

The captain of the Terrorist Squad lowered his gun slowly, and the solemn atmosphere disappeared completely. Many NCPD police officers who were holding their guns tightly and had already broken out in cold sweat on their backs were a little bit unbelievable when they heard this.

They couldn't believe that this was what the Terrorist Squad said.

They almost thought that they were going to have a real fight today!

When many police officers let out a long breath, Johnson also smiled.

He put down the gun he had been holding up as a sign of sincerity, and smiled with apology: "I'm sorry, someone in our company didn't conduct a strict review, which led to the transfer of small matters to your side. I will definitely investigate the internal situation thoroughly later."

Listening to Johnson's apology, the captain turned a deaf ear to him and didn't care about him at all.

He was just a sheriff who was not as threatening as a street mercenary. There was really nothing to care about.

The captain raised his hand, gave his team the order to retreat, and then spoke to Carl: "Mercenary KK, maybe in the future, we will have a chance to fight."

"You made two mistakes."

Carl stood up from the corpse, his left hand naturally hanging at his side, and raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers to shake.

One finger bent down.

"First, even if there is such a time, then this sentence should be said by me instead of you, because I am not a cyber psychopath. If there is a conflict among us, it must be me who is causing trouble for you, and then...::"

Carl bent the second finger and clenched it into a fist.

"It's not you and me, it's you and..."

"We."

When the familiar voice sounded again in Carl's communication, a Sky Hera drove up at a high speed. With the sound of the car door being pushed open, two figures walked out with weapons each.

"KK, you didn't tell us to save people, but only told T-BUG, right?"

Oliver complained and glanced at the captain of the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team.

"Such a cool thing, couldn't you have said it earlier?"

"We have brought the person you want."

Jack didn't look at the captain of the terrorist squad. He got out of the car and went to the trunk, opened it and took out a person with the Tiger Claw Gang logo.

"T-BUG locked on this guy who was involved in the trafficking case. We rushed over and snatched him away."

"You are worthy of it."

Carl smiled and nodded at Johnson who was walking over: "This person will be left to you to deal with later, Mr. Johnson, it's too much trouble."

"If Andy is interested in joining the NCPD, I would be happy to arrange an interrogation position for him."

Jensen walked over, looked at the girl covered with clothes on the ground, and then looked at the young man who fainted beside the girl and was still breathing, and sighed deeply.

"What is going on?"

"So, this is Night City."

As Carl and Johnson spoke, the captain of the Terrorist Squad took a final look at Carl, as if to memorize his appearance, and then turned and left.

The NCPD officers who were originally surrounding made way for the Terrorist Squad. Each of them felt a sense of suffocation as the group of heavily armed people passed through them. However, after the Terrorist Squad left and jumped on the hovercraft and flew away, the NCPD officers started to move quickly again.

"Take this corpse away...:.Wait a minute, his gun is pretty good, and he used Kenshin, check the body,

maybe there's something good, take them all."

"Do you want to take the prosthesis too?"

"Take the corpse back, the prosthesis on them is not bad, recycle it, make it secretly, and sell it cheaply to those people on the street who use inferior prosthesis. Don't we have a protection fee from a prosthesis doctor named Brother Finger on Niuniu Street? Sell them all to him, he has a lot of low-end customers, and the number of prostheses used by that group of people is almost older than my grandmother."

"You are talking about Finn-Gstadt, isn't that guy a pervert?"

"The pervert is also the only prosthesis doctor on that street, and he is at least a human being."

"That's right."

Listen The NCPD officers around him did not shy away from his conversation. Carl looked at Mr. Johnson, who looked a little embarrassed, and thought for a moment before finally speaking politely:

"Business is booming recently, Mr. Johnson."

"Come on, forget about doing something embarrassing."

Jensen wanted to cover his face with his hands, but when he thought of those people on the street who were using junk prostheses, he sighed again: "Sometimes, it's both a guilty conscience and a peace of mind to do this kind of thing of digging corpses."

"It's okay."

Carl glanced at the bodies on the ground quite naturally: "It's much better than letting these gangsters and scavengers do disgusting things with prostheses."

"That's right."

After all, this is Night City.