Cyberpunk: 2075

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Listening to the crash and shattering sounds coming from downstairs, No. 10 on the second floor clenched the double axes in his hands and made an urgent call in the team channel: "No. 3, what happened, No. 3, report the situation!"

What he was greeted with was silence.

Was he killed?

So fast!

Did it take two seconds from the time he heard the sound to the end?

"I'm already coming down, No. 10."

No. 4 on the third floor called in, his voice calm and indifferent: "I will be exposed directly in front of him, and it's up to you next."

"Are you going to use yourself as bait!?"

"He is a strong man, and as a strong man, he must sacrifice to defeat him.'

No. 4 picked up the Saratoga submachine gun of military technology, bent down and hid beside the stairs from the third floor to the second floor. The exoskeleton he was wearing was well hidden behind the wall. As long as the target stepped on the stairs to the second floor, he would take the initiative to expose himself and use the sound of gunfire to cover No. 10 on the second floor who would fire electromagnetic interference bombs for close combat.

The target's prosthetic body is likely to have Sian Westin. After launching the sniper attack, he has used it no less than six times. This process Even if the target is a famous mercenary in Night City, it should have reached its limit. The opportunity to use the opponent to cover the bastard boss and let him use it so many times is really beyond No. 4's expectation. The rest is a real fight.

Bullshit military technology, bullshit boss.

Thinking of the two dead companions, No. 4 thought about those who died on the way to Night City after discovering the truth.

They actually treated us as waste, treated us as tests and data collection objects...:.Don't underestimate us!

We are elites, ten elites selected from millions of people. We are sharp blades, different, and destined to be above others!

We are wasted, and reused as waste, I Sooner or later, we will make you regret it!

The others are dead. As bait, I will probably die at the hands of the mercenary.

But as long as No. 10 is alive, it will be fine, even if only one person is alive.

No. 10 carries enough internal information. Arasaka, Kanto, and all the companies involved in military industry will be interested in that information. At that time, as long as No. 10 can enter those companies with that information, Military Technology will have to pay the price for betraying them!

The revenge of the elites will be terrible!

Roaring inwardly, No. 4 held the Saratoga in his hand steadily.

Emotions cannot be on the surface, nor can they interfere with the battle. He is the best in the entire team in this kind of thing. Even the best No. 10 who has died in the hands of the target is One, no one can compare with him.

However, no matter how stable the heart is, it is inevitable that it will fluctuate as time goes by.

Nearly ten seconds have passed since the signal of No. 3 on the first floor went silent. Ten seconds is enough for even an ordinary resident of Night City to slowly climb up one floor. How come I didn't even hear any footsteps.

Except for the collision sound at the beginning, there was nothing else, no fighting sound, no roar, no gunshot, nothing, except breathing, there was only silence.

So quiet.

So quiet that it seemed that breathing became heavy.

Under the exoskeleton mask, No. 4 breathed filtered air through the exoskeleton mask.

"Huhu... Huhu.

" Huhu is not the mask filtering air, it is the sound inside the mask, and only No. 4 can hear it clearly.

The breathing sound came from beside him.

The hair stood on end, but before he could make any move, two wrists as strong as steel had already clamped his neck with a naked stranglehold.

The exoskeleton has an armored structure at the neck to defend against external attacks, but under the arm that locked No. 4 and easily broke the neck armor with force, that little defense was completely useless.

Difficulty breathing...

The fragments of the exoskeleton parts that broke and cracked with the squeeze pierced into the neck, turning this difficult breathing into an imperceptible "hissing" sound.

With blood bubbles overflowing from his mouth, No. 4 was about to lose consciousness due to blood loss and lack of oxygen, but at the last moment of silence in the darkness, No. 4 still had a doubt.

How did this guy get behind him?

This doubt, along with the information collected by the peripheral vision of the artificial eye that was unconsciously raised, made him understand.

The balcony on the third floor not far behind him, where he had previously sniped, was open.

After killing No. 3 on the first floor, he left the house and used these arms to climb to the third floor...,

This is something that even ordinary people with artificial bodies can easily do, but he didn't expect it.

Before death, one always thinks a lot. At the last moment before stagnation, No. 4 sent a reminder to No. 10 on the second floor, the last person in their team.

"Run, run."

"Crack."

With the complete shattering of the neck exoskeleton and the neck, No. 4 died.

On the second floor, No. 10, who received the signal from No. 4, had not yet reacted to the meaning of No. 4's message when he heard footsteps.

The footsteps that made his pupils shrink unconsciously came from upstairs and did not belong to the exoskeleton.

"Ha... Ha..."

His chest was suffocated for a moment, and a feeling of being unable to breathe made No. 10's body a little difficult to control.

The signal of No. 4 also fell silent.

One person.

Myself.

Only one person left!

The ten most elite people selected from a million people, even if they have been comparing their rankings and abilities with each other,

they are still partners, the only nine people he has in this world, and now, he is the only one left.

After leaving military technology, the loneliness that has always accompanied him has truly come to No. 10 at this moment.

In the whole world, he no longer has anyone who can be called a companion.

"Asshole, come if you want!"

No. 10 clenched his two axes and rushed to the stairwell: "Do you really think that we, who can only select ten elites from a million people, will be afraid of you!"

Is this fear, or is it madness that doesn't know what to do?

Carl, who was standing on the third floor, didn't know these.

But he didn't want to know.

Carl looked at the enemy who rushed over with an axe and wanted to press the trigger on the axe handle to launch an electromagnetic interference bomb.

He just raised the night and pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the skull. Without the protection of the exoskeleton, there was no reason why the head would not explode under the gun of the night.

In the red and white environment, Carl looked at the chip that lit up in the air as the brain exploded,

his eyes slightly lowered.

Is this also a guy who has a control chip installed in his head without knowing it? '