Cyberpunk: 2075

Jack once told Mrs. Wells that as long as he was there, nothing would happen to Oliver and Carl, but Carl was seriously injured during that mission. Every time Jack recalled this, he would feel guilty because he thought he had failed to protect Carl and broke his promise.

For a man like Jack, breaking his promise is enough to make him remember it forever. Today, when facing James, he was in a dangerous situation and he said he would never let Carl fight alone again.

Before the high-explosive bullets fired by the projectile launch system of James' prosthesis arrived, Jack suddenly moved in the slow time.

He saw it.

After the last escort mission, Jack had some money left to buy a prosthesis in addition to the money used to buy a car, and the neural prosthesis Jack chose was called a synaptic accelerator.

[Synaptic accelerator]: A neural processor that controls hormone balance in threatening situations.

When sensing danger, the synaptic accelerator will adjust Jack's hormones, speed up his senses, and slow down the time he feels, achieving an effect similar to the Sian Westin effect.

Jack saw it, saw the fire coming out of James's arm projectile launch system, saw the slowly flying bullet approaching him, and also saw Carl's eyes looking over from a distance.

Watch carefully, Carl, Oliver, Jack Wells is about to start performing. '

His figure fell on the slippery ground, Jack supported the ground with one hand and held the Saratoga submachine gun with the other hand,

leaned over at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his physique, slid sideways with extreme elegance, and dodged to the side.

"l!"

The bionic tree behind Jack's original position was broken in half. Facing the violent bullets, the bionic tree made of stone and plastic could not resist at all.

Fortunately, it was a bionic tree, otherwise it would be a waste if it was a real tree.

There are still real trees in Night City, although they are extremely rare due to pollution and other conditions, much less than real grass. Even the tree-lined Coronado Farm in Night City's official propaganda actually has only about 40 trees;

But in Korpo Square, where the company dogs often walk, there are indeed more than ten real trees that look no different from bionic trees. These plants usually suffer enough from breathing polluted air. If they suffer an unexpected disaster, Jack would be a little embarrassed.

Amid the falling of broken rocks, Jack raised the Saratoga submachine gun and fired a round in return. The feedback force of pulling the trigger changed Jack's sideways movement, and all the kinetic bullets in it hit James.

"Li Pa La."

The submachine gun bullets hitting James were like tickling James. Except for making James' body move slightly, they did not produce more results.

Sian Westin's time passed.

'The second start. ’

Carl counted like this in his mind.

Six seconds had passed since the battle began, and the retreating NCPD officers finally reacted.

They adjusted their formation according to the order in Johnson's communication channel, relying on the bunkers built with bionic trees, police cars, and

flower beds, and used Lexington, Tactician and other weapons to suppress James with firepower.

They tried very hard, and the bullets almost never stopped since the beginning, but the weapons in their hands could only suppress firepower, because even the best weapon in their hands, the shotgun tactician, was, in a sense, just a weapon of the same level as the Lexington. Even if they shot at close range, they could not break the subcutaneous armor on James.

[Constitution Military M2038 Tactician]: This shotgun is for emergency use. It has been launched for many years and is an old model, but it is still popular among low-level gang members and NCPD. The reason is simple. They can't afford better guns with the money they have. Among the guns of the same price, the Tactician is already the cheapest and most lethal weapon. It is also simple and easy to use. What else can you ask for at this price?

NCPD's bullets fell on James' back like rain, but James didn't even think of looking back.

Those bullets could only eliminate the short blond hair on his head and plow a gully on his scalp. Apart from that, they couldn't cause any harm to him at all. As a tough guy, James can even give up a part of his body, so why would he care about a mere bald head?

Not to mention that his rationality is almost gone now. Listening to the gunshots like firecrackers, he felt as if he was on the battlefield.

This feeling.

This is the feeling.

This feeling of being relied upon and expected.

I am James, Lieutenant James Norris of the new United States!

I am still fighting on the battlefield, and I can continue to fight. I am not a useless waste who was dismissed by the army because I am no longer useful and forced to work for the military technology that was despised in the past. I am not a retired veteran!

I am special. My prosthetic carrying capacity is the best in the team. I am the special one!

Battlefield, enemy, death.

Red, red blood, James saw the blood slowly dripping from his hand.

Black, black gunpowder slag, James dodged the grenade thrown by NCPD, and then stared at the explosion marks left on the ground by the grenade.

Fire, the flame of the incendiary bomb!

James raised his head, and in the rain, he saw the holographic projection projected by the company, which was like fire in his eyes.

This is, what a beautiful, gorgeous, and dazzling fire.

It seems to tell himself that he is still in control, he can do it, and he is on the battlefield.

"Haha...haha!"

Yes, it's here, he is here!

Everything is on the battlefield.

James Norris is still fighting!

"Hahahaha!"

Carl looked at James who was dodging and laughing wildly in the firepower, dodging the explosions of grenades, and unknowingly activated Sian Westin again. The count in his heart moved forward again.

Now, it's the third time.

Recall the intelligence.

Even a tough guy like James Norris only used the military experimental Sian Westin three times a day before he reached his limit and passed out.

It's time.