I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

[I mean, it’s long… First of all, I’ll have to tell you about what happened last Sunday early in the morning, when Kun Nakamura cut off the arm of a Man Hunter and had a dispute with the Russian Bratva Братва.]

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Man Hunter.

It feels like a distant past, but in reality, it was only four days ago.

[Minna (everyone) As you know, the Red Mafia guys are awful. Centipedes call each other tabarishi (товарищ, comrade) and wrap them around so much that, once a member of the organization has been victimized, they seem to seek bloody revenge and are very annoying. Regarding this, I can’t help but bring up the story of my Ronin days… .]

Hesitatingly-.

A very long and lengthy explanation passed.

It’s complicated, but in the end the point is, Man Hunter Alekay is a Ronin from Bratva.

He said that because he cut off his arm and shoved his men, the dragon boss said that revenge might come from the gang level.

It was somewhat expected.

After waking up after fainting that day, I heard from Sei about the situation.

‘Since the captain went out to clean up, you don’t have to worry about the Man Hunter.’

Sei just cut it off like that.

At that time, no matter how much I am the president of the dragon, I will not be recklessly attacking the Red Mafia gang. I was thinking something like

But when I listen to what you say, it seems that Seolma will catch people.

“Did you break into the stronghold of the Bratva gang?”

When I asked because I was terrified, the dragon boss looked at me like a strange person and replied back.

[uh… hey (no) I’m not that crazy. Thank you for your appreciation, but you can’t break into a mafia lair with high-tech weapons and defenses. No matter how much I am, if I get hit with something like a high-powered plasma weapon, I will die. They could be buried whole by traps or bombs… Anyway.]

Whenever he recites all kinds of splendid sagas, he is uselessly realistic at times like this.

I was just expecting it.

Do you think that stealth action play like sneaking into the mafia base alone and killing everyone is something you would only see in movies or games? It would also be impossible in real life.

Haha, as in a cyberpunk world, security and surveillance must be very thorough. In a way, this is normal.

As I pouted my lips in a little disappointment, the Dragon President continued.

[So I made a plan to infiltrate at first. I was planning to sneak in at dawn to avoid the surveillance of drones and turrets, assassinate executives, and blow up key facilities, causing the organization to split… Wait, why are you looking at me like that?]

“Uh, maybe that’s attacking, isn’t it?”

[No. Aren’t you talking about smashing everything in front of you without hiding it? I can’t do that. I don’t know if it was before, but now I’m older. It’s good to go to the goal after doing something like that.]

“….”

No matter how I look at it, I think he’s just a crazy guy.

What… That’s right. I had nothing to say, so I shut my mouth.

A former Ronin and veteran of the war would be more right than an outsider like me.

[By the way, a good idea suddenly came to my mind. Did you come up with a way to cleanly solve the problem at once without having to bother to wander around the mafia occupiers? To explain this, I can’t forget about the time when I once worked as a samurai in the underground gladiator… .]

Bla bla bla-.

It’s like this crazy two-much talker dragon. What is another samurai in the underground gladiator?

Slowly, I felt that my patience was reaching its limit, and I listened with patience.

To recap, he had previously become acquainted with one of the Red Mafia executives, but since he was still in touch from time to time, he was able to help deal with issues related to the Bratva gang.

[So I promised to shoot him a chin. He said he will come to our bar sometime soon, so please treat him well.]

“What is that person’s name?”

[I don’t know. I do not remember.]

“Yes?”

Then how do you treat it well?

You can’t tell right away that you’re a Red Mafia executive.

[We are not close enough to call each other Namae (name). You can tell just by looking at it. He’s a very Russian-looking guy. It resembles a brown bear.]

But as soon as he saw it, he knew it.

A mafia executive who hears that he resembles a brown bear because he looks so Russian… Just imagining it is terrifying.

Personally, I didn’t belong to the welcoming guest type.

Anyway, for me, all I have to do is guide you, and Tony and Sei, the bartenders, will deal with the full-scale customer service, so there shouldn’t be a problem.

… no? Probably not.

When an ominous feeling came over me, the Dragon President continued.

[Anyway, I negotiate with him, and he distills his own hands and rips out the ‘real’ vodka he planned, and drinks it together… .]

“Then, isn’t it that you’re late for a drink after all?”

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My sharp question poking through the cracks!

Dragon President was greatly embarrassed and waved his hand.

[Chi, Chi-Chow (No)! It was just to dig up information.]

“Information?”

[okay. There is also a proverb like this in Russia. ‘If you want to know what is in a man’s head, look at his tongue when he is drunk.’ This is a drunken joke!

To get what you want from a Russian, you have to drink too much. It’s not because I’m curious about the taste of real homemade vodka that I’ve been drinking for a long time.]

I see That was a very convincing argument.

It’s very impressive to see him vehemently deny it.

When Sei and I looked at the Zhuang Dragon with pitiful eyes from both sides, he looked up and stopped the hand that was heading towards the large, half-empty beer mug.

[weird… Obviously I’m the employer, so why do I have to keep an eye on my employees for something I’ve been drinking? Shouldn’t it usually be the other way around? i’m so sad I can’t even drink beer to my heart’s content.]

After hearing Dragon President’s murmuring complaints with one ear, he passed it on to the other and opened his mouth.

“So, you got some information from that Bratva acquaintance.”

It was a question I asked without much expectation.

Looking at the drunken dragon’s appearance, it would be nice if he didn’t divulge all the things he knew, rather than digging for useful information.

But, surprisingly, the president of Dragon said, ‘Huh.’ He snorted and folded his arms in an imposing posture.

It looks like you found some really useful information.

[under… If you say this, all of you (everyone) will be surprised and go crazy. What information did you get?]

Doom!

Suddenly, a sound effect, like a drum beat, played from the dragon helmet’s speaker.

[What you found out, don’t be surprised. That’s right… !]

Doo-to-do-to-do-to-too… .

President Dragon exclaimed, raising the atmosphere.

[Why are the surroundings so noisy lately, why are there so many ronins in bars, I have found the reason!]

uh… .

Somehow, his expression hardened as he had expected what he would say next.

The over-excited Otaku Dragon shouted loudly, thinking that he was looking forward to the next words of my appearance.

[This information was hard to obtain… You may have heard of the Dead Cell Gang.]

oh Then yes.

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My heart, which I had been expecting a little bit, is getting colder.

What followed was a series of stories that were either already known or noticed to some extent through guesswork.

A story that Dead Cell seems to have robbed Milicia’s secret laboratory in East Monica.

Although the information was controlled by Milicia and DCPD, rumors spread secretly, so nearby major gangs, mercenary agencies, and the Ronin community on the Dark Net noticed little by little.

Because of this, the story of the mercenaries secretly gathering on the border between Sproulfield and East Monica, the home of the Dead Cells.

Rather than scouring the vast block of East Monica in pursuit of a dead cell gang, it was decided that they would ambush them and snatch them from their escape to Sprollfield, their home base.

That’s why the well-informed Ronins were commissioned by different employers to steal confidential data, or to return them to their owners for compensation.

[Sorede (so) our store was full of ronins! Because the bar location is just on the borderline between the two districts.

Everyone had entered the tavern and watched the situation outside in their own way. Everything fits together like puzzle pieces!]

The president of Dragon took his form as if he had become a famous detective, and was shocked to see my face with a slight frown and Sei chewing chlorella sushi expressionlessly.

[to… Why is everyone reacting like this? I only found out after flirting with him while drinking a lot. I’m only telling you guys what I’ve been told never to say it’s advanced information!]

“… That’s it.”

[I was expecting a surprise appearance, but why are you so nauseous! Come on, I’m surprised! right now!!!]

hey hey hey! The dragon boss screamed and grabbed my shoulder and shook it wildly.

Terrible tyranny that forces you to appear surprised one after another.

I was only freed from his strong grip by creating and demonstrating a hilarious reaction that satisfies him.

How the hell did you want to hear admiration? Don’t be surprised when

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Meanwhile, Sei was still eating without any reaction, but this is only to me.

Isn’t this discrimination?

When I protested, rubbing my tingling shoulders, the Dragon boss looked at Sei’s dark gray eyes as he silently shoved the factory ramen noodles into his mouth, then shook his head.

[Dame (No).]

“why?”

[Sei is scary. You must have heard that too. “A god not touched does not bring disaster.” When the head bartender at Dragon’s Rare is eating something, it’s better not to touch it. Be mindful.]

“Now that makes sense… !”

I screamed in a rage, and met Sei, who was staring at me, and his eyes.

A tingling gray gaze that seemed to have been caught in that storm. I feel like a mouse in front of a snake in an instant.

Really, ‘don’t touch me.’ It seemed like he was expressing his intentions, so I unknowingly nodded my head.

“… It seems to make sense.”

admit.

Say is scary.

On the quiet table, only chopsticks, spoons, and forks come and go.

The head bartender, who was ranked No. 1 in Dragons Rare, continued to eat while subduing Aaron Nakamura, who was not discouraged even in front of veteran Sasha Dragon and Ned Rudd, with just a glance.

As I was doing this, I suddenly became skeptical.

Why wasn’t Sei surprised?

Even though I’m a bit cold, I’m not the type of person who doesn’t show emotions that much.

Did you know this ahead of time like me? But how?

It is said that Naya obtained information related to the monorail platform, encounters at the game center, and deceived the DCPD patrol officers by coincidence, but how did Sei find out?

As Dragon President said, it must be high-level information that is not easy to find out.

Hmm… .

Again, there were still many unresolved questions.