Cyberpunk: 2075

"Who would have thought that in one of the most prosperous areas in the entire Night City, there is a scavenger's lair. Fortunately, I really thought that this place in the city center was very safe."

After getting out of the car and looking at the high-rise apartment in front of him, Oliver moved his wrist and picked up the Nova revolver.

"I never believed the official propaganda the moment I stepped onto the street."

Jack was holding the Saratoga submachine gun. Compared with his strong and broad arms, the submachine gun looked slightly 'petite', and it looked like an adult holding the short chopsticks used by a child to eat.

"Everyone has his youth."

After locking the car door, Oliver looked at Karl, who was holding a Kenshin pistol: "What do you mean, Karl?"

"It's on the sixth floor, take the elevator up."

Karl, who had already shared the general information with Jack and Oliver on the way, said: "We have marked the intermediary's floor and room number, so we have to go and deal with it with guns. Look. He has professional hackers under his command, and all the information in the room has been sent via video. There are only four scavengers inside. Our target is still lying down, and it hasn't been his turn yet. "

"Then hurry up."

They were just four scavengers, and Oliver really didn't take them seriously. If such scumbags who only targeted civilians and lone gang members were capable, they wouldn't have gotten to this level;

The prosthetics they carry or the weapons they hold are often the most rubbish ones, which are better than ordinary people. I don’t even know if the bullets can penetrate Oliver’s body armor. If time is not urgent, just Oliver could fuck all three of them back and forth without taking a breath.

Although Oliver was kicked out of the Sixth Street Gang after only one week, he had been practicing marksmanship, tactical movements, and fighting skills with his Sixth Street Gang dad since he was a child. He didn't have seven or eight before he met Carl. Even the scavenger can't even think of taking him down, not to mention that he has done so many tasks with Jack and Carl now, and he has been trained. Killing a group of kidney cutters is not much more difficult than killing a chicken - although now in Night City, it has been Killing chickens is not allowed.

This is true for Oliver, not to mention Jack and Carl, who are the frontline combatants in the team. Each of them can easily kill each other in a building full of scavengers, and the entire mission is like them. The three of them thought the same thing. Except for the tight time limit, it was extremely relaxing. The most time spent in the process was driving the way they came, then going upstairs, and then the person who killed the scavenger rescued the target.

"My marksmanship seems to have improved again."

Looking at the four corpses in the room, Oliver spread his hands and opened his arms to face Karl: "What do you think, evaluate it?"

"Three shots hit the head, and one shot hit the heart... The shooting time is two seconds, the accuracy is no problem, and the shooting speed can be improved."

"Okay, I'll go back and watch the Western movie Mewtwo Practice. Don't talk about it, Carl. Why didn't I find out before that those Mewtwo actually have the effect of practice?"

"Then you just focus on watching movies."

Carl shook his head and looked at Jack, who was checking the target next to a bed stained with filth and blood: "How about Jack, is the target okay? Do you want Oliver to come and take a look?"

"It's nothing. I just fainted from the anesthesia given by these kidney cutters... The dose may be a bit high. Maybe I won't wake up today."

After Jack checked that the target was okay, he stepped aside and allowed Oliver to take over the subsequent processing.

Oliver walked over and took a look, and found that the brown-haired male target was unexpectedly young. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Karl.

"A kid about the same age as Karl...Oh, Karl, I didn't mean what you meant. After all, this guy does look young. What's his name?"

"If you have a name, let me take a look."

Not paying attention to Oliver's words, Karl flipped through the information and confirmed the name: "Julio, his name is Julio, he is from Japan Street."

"Julio, that sounds like a pretty common name. What's the situation? Why are you being targeted for kidney transplantation at this age?"

Jack didn't quite understand, but Oliver checked and confirmed that Jack's previous judgment was correct and said:

"I guess he's young and doesn't have a prosthetic body so it's easy to attack him. The Japan Street side is also close to the city center. He probably wandered over here wandering around."

"Hopefully he'll learn some lessons from recklessness this time."

With that said, Jack looked at Karl,

"Then what's next, contact the middleman?"

"We have already contacted him. The vehicle sent by the middleman will be downstairs in a moment. We will just move Julio into the back seat of the car. We will have nothing to do from now on."

"Look at it this way, serious life is different. Everything is handled by the middleman, and we are responsible for the execution."

"Yeah, and then most of the money was divided."

After expressing his opinion on Jack's somewhat naive words, Carl walked to the scavenger's computer and used the access bay to access the computer.

He planned to check the relevant situation, see if he could find other scavenger strongholds, and go get it.

Although scavengers may be like cockroaches in dirty areas in today's Night City and cannot be killed no matter how hard you try, it is always good to see less of them.

At least they should be scared to the point of peeing their pants when they hear their names.

Data flowed through Carl's eyes. Apart from some disgusting record transactions, a conspicuous file caught Carl's attention.

'This is...'

Looking at this specially marked file, Carl clicked it, and then pictures appeared in his eyes.

"Jack, Oliver, come and have a look. I found something strange."

"Strange things?"

After hearing Carl's words, Jack and Oliver walked over quickly, and then after seeing what Carl had made and displayed on the computer screen, they subconsciously moved closer to see more clearly.

"What is this?"

Jack frowned. He couldn't see this series of photos taken in a dim environment very clearly, but he could still see a little difference from the vague general appearance.

"Is this a large machine?"

"It's not a machine."

Compared to Jack, Oliver, who came from the Sixth Street Gang, had already recognized what it was.

What he said next made Jack and Carl stunned.

"This is ACPA."