How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

106. blue rain

Leonard set up the auto program of ‘Blue Bee’ and informed Max of the location. It was not possible to directly convey information using a brain chip, so it had to be explained orally. In the meantime, the warehouse was in an uproar. One of the gang members pulled the trigger.

Too-ta-ta-ta-ta-!

Because of his lack of thrift, he fired a 25-round magazine at one of them. Even 9mm regular bullets, which lack penetrating power, were rare for implants that could hit all at close range and be unharmed. One car thief collapsed into a hive in an instant.

“These bastards!”

“It’s all gang!”

The car thieves drew their guns. However, neither in numbers nor in firepower, they could not outrun the gang. Two more were knocked down before they could get their aim right, and one with a nimble hand fired a few shots but broke his head before fatally wounding him.

As a result, the Blast Gang won a landslide victory, but the atmosphere was not good because the officer and the doorkeeper were hit by a car and smashed to pieces, and one unlucky gunman was shot. The credits were not retrieved and the Blue Bee disappeared, so it was not a pleasant situation.

‘I’m sorry about this…?’

Although this was intended, the tactic of interfering with each other was not fair. Leaning sideways, he stamped his elbow on the slate roof. thud-!

Barely blocking rainwater, in fact, it couldn’t do it properly, and the asbestos plate with holes in it broke in one shot. Leonard put both legs through the hole and jumped lightly. Tadak- It was clean until the landing.

“What… what?!”

The gang looking at the fallen executive, the gang looking through the pockets of the car thief, and the gang lighting cigarettes all turned around in unison. I literally couldn’t grasp the ‘fallen from the sky’ fixer properly.

“There are no emotions.”

There was no emotion, but there was a purpose. Leonard drew a revolver with both hands and fired the left and right gang at the same time. Two of the four gangsters, who were at least in good shape, had holes in their heads and chests and fell apart.

“What the fuck-!”

“There’s one more guy!”

I think they misunderstood Leonard for a gang of car thieves, but it was a very good misunderstanding. The remaining gang members, tough on their lives, raised their guns. But three or less is a good number to hack. Two gang members blew their heads off.

Leonard brushed off his sore legs from the impact of the landing and saw the only gangster shot by a real car thief. I planted ‘suicide’ there too, but I didn’t hold the gun because I was trembling with gunshot wounds.

‘Did you say don’t be new to this?’

Leonard put the revolver in his shoulder holster and retrieved the dead gangsters’ memories. However, the memory of the car thief and the executive was left intact. If you open this side, you’ll know you’ve been scammed, so you won’t think of retaliating against a good solver.

‘There’s just one witness…’

Leonard groped the wounded gangster’s throat. I felt sorry for him as I closed my eyes tightly in fear of what looked like a cyborg Triceratops.

“I can’t catch it.”

Leonard woke up by retrieving the living gang’s memory chip. And I said it out loud so that I could remember it without auxiliary memory.

“Ah, aren’t all my friends dead? I have to leave this city I have to leave right now. I really have to leave.”

It wasn’t the gang that looked so smart, but after muttering three more times, they left the warehouse covered in blood. It would be difficult to stay long because of the awkward smoke, and there were still urgent matters to be done.

-Les, Mr. Leonard? Can’t control this? Are you running at your own pace? uh, mom! mom! save me!

It was Max who knew Leonard as his mother. Leonard tracked Blue Bee’s location and hurriedly ran.

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Not all gangs are idiots, but the car thief’s memory is clearly that of the swindler who manipulated the auto drive system, so I didn’t suspect a third party. It was judged to be an internal conflict in the car thief group. Therefore, there was no need to claim damages from Leonard and the Big Guy.

Leonard and Max delivered the order to the client after finishing the cleanup. The bumper was dented and the car door was severely scratched, but I had seen a lot of bad things on a regular basis, so I congratulated myself for being a success. However, the client was not as pleased as expected.

“Isn’t it a replica?”

“replica?”

“I should have guessed it when the auto drive was stuck… It’s fake.”

Leonard remembered the car thieves he saw in the warehouse. Unfortunately, it didn’t look sophisticated enough to roll a real classic car. Max asked in anticipation.

“You said you would get 10,000 credits even if it was fake?”

“That was before being stamped on by the Blast gang.”

The gangs who suffered huge losses could not stand still. Even if he doesn’t accuse Big Guy of being a thief, he will do all sorts of dirty and despicable tricks.

“Then it’s useless?”

“That is not true. Because the performance is not the same as the real thing. I think I can change the exterior and sell it as a dog car… The ‘classic’ premium of old-fashioned luxury is falling.”

Blue, worthy of the name, will be difficult to use because of the gangsters. A-044 There is only one Blue Bee in the city. In the midst of everyone lamenting, he liked Max alone.

“Then will you become Black Bee?”

“Why do you like black so much?”

“Huh? Do you see me as a biased person? Actually, I like dark too.”

Big Guy didn’t respond to the bullshit and drew a new quote. Excluding collectible value, the price has dropped significantly if evaluated purely for performance. You should probably sell it for 5-6 thousand credits. Considering the 7,000 credits scammed by the car thief and the 5,000 credits requested to be paid to Leonard, it was a huge deficit.

“If you add the cost of repair and storage… Haa… This is why you shouldn’t do business with people you don’t know.”

Leonard glanced at the dented Blue Bee. It looks nice, and the output and load capacity weren’t bad. The auto drive system was also state-of-the-art, so it could even be called on federal roads.

“Hmmm. Jung, then it is beyond words.”

Leonard made an offer he could refuse. It’s not such a great offer, but I wouldn’t turn it down unless it was extremely distasteful.

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Jake, the ‘broker’, took the coffee Sigma was brewing, put it in the corner of the desk, and brushed the flat top of his head.

Among the roommates who arbitrarily invaded and sat down, the only thing they did not hate was the soulless second-generation android. I couldn’t believe the fixer and assistant who said they would be bodyguards because they were distracted by making money and wandering around on fictitious days. It was just this time.

“You said you got a car instead of a commission money?”

“Well, that’s how it is.”

Self-proclaimed bodyguard Leonard shrugged and boasted. I bought a dented remodeled SUV for 5,000 credits, adding more and trimming things. Big Guy lamented the loss, but sold it to prevent further damage. He should be comforted by the fact that he served justice to the car thief who tricked him.

“Isn’t it blue?”

“It’s not even black.”

Max muttered poutingly. But Leonard’s taste was also on the firm side.

“Because it’s the color that suits this city the most.”

The mascot color of the gloomy cement city with black rain was gray no matter what anyone said. The broker took a peek at the vehicle ownership certificate with a photo attached and acknowledged it.

“If you like yourself.”

The broken pickup truck has also been repaired. However, since Max was not 16 years old, he could not register as an owner.

Max insists to a city hall official that he is an orphan, but he must be about 16 years old, and runs away after being suspected of being a Walker ‘brother’. In the end, there were two vehicles in Leonard’s name.

“Well, if it’s not in White Town, they won’t check your ID, so you can just ride it.”

“It feels different, though.”

The owner qualification was a major ambassador. The broker patted Max on the shoulder with full understanding.

In addition, the repair of the 11-1st street fixer’s office has been completed. It took a week longer than planned, but the fact that it was free was important. Due to the consideration of the landlord, the monthly rent during the repair period was also reduced.

“If we build a hotel, aren’t we going to move?”

“Do you know how many years it will be?”

It’s good that the house has been fixed, but things are different than before. The safety of intermediaries was an issue.

As Leonard guessed, and the broker guessed, it wasn’t going to end with one ‘dirty’. The 2nd and 3rd Dirties have started recruiting rookie fixers to expand their influence in Junk Town. Intercepting requests from other brokers is standard, and he did not hesitate to assassinate a competitor.

“Is Mr. Jake in danger too?”

“What am I, so far…”

Leonard looked up, narrowing his eyes. The broker confessed to being untruthful.

“yes. Admit it. I’m seeing some of your virtues.”

Rumors spread that he had hired Leonard Walker as his bodyguard, and thanks to that, he was able to fall into a subordinate position in the conflict. Not many brokers wanted to fight the implant hacker from Hexagon. If you send a solver and fail, you will be exposed that you are the mastermind, and after that, hell unfolds in which you have to live vigilantly with all the electronic devices of modern civilization.

“The rattle must be similar.”

“Looks like Ryan Bourne is looking after you.”

“I’ve been working on it and I’m falling for it.”

“At this point, it’s a sign that you’re going to cut down on your competitors.”

The purpose was different, but since Leonard was also involved, there was nothing to say.

“A psycho chip? Any new information?”

“It seems that it is still being distributed. Psycho cyborg crime is also on the rise.”

After all, it wasn’t going to end with ‘Dirty’. Leonard changed the subject, thinking that he would have to meet “rattle” Cooper in the near future.

“So what are you going to do?”

“what?”

“I can do it if you ask me to stay.”

The broker’s expression turned grim. He was using Leonard’s name well, but it wasn’t free. The coffee beans he grinded morning and evening cost hundreds of credits. More than anything, I didn’t like the attitude of being condescending to the subject of living on top of each other.

“go. just go There is nothing wrong without you.”

“Aren’t you worried about saying that?”

“I also ate bullet rice in the old days. Are you going to be beaten by those fledglings?”

“Honestly, I think I’m going to lose.”

Max answered honestly. It was over when the implant cyborg with a psycho chip came in. However, there was a corner that even the middleman believed.

“I decided to hire Elia Garden.”

“Isn’t that friend gone yet?”

“It seems that this city is better than the other city. There are 100,000 credits per head roaming around.”

It seems that they decided to aim for the liberation front at this point. The middleman must have been aggressive, but it wasn’t bad.

“Then can you recommend one more?”

“suggestion? you?”

“I have a friend who used to work with Dirty, and he might have some information.”

Max let out a small exclamation when he thought of Kruger, the ‘skinhead’. Leonard drove a wedge as the broker looked at the two in bewilderment.

“Instead, share any new information you have. I’m not going to steal the bowl.”

“…Can I believe that?”

“I do not know?”

Leonard Walker. He was a rare moral solver in this industry.