How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

67. really

Leonard hacked exactly 127 drones.

It would be nice if they were all tactical drones, but I didn’t have enough time and RAM, so I mainly brought news drones, advertising drones, and cargo drones that are common on the streets and easy to hack. Still, the co-workers liked it.

“Ha ha ha! An army of drones! I’m going crazy!”

Even the dogs in the neighborhood are terrifying when three digits are gathered, but it was spectacular to see the metals gather in three digits and buzz. Smart Max showed a little concern.

“Are you really going to be okay? 1,000 credits per unit is more than 100,000 credits…”

“it’s okay. it’s okay.”

It’s cheap compared to shooting in the city center, so Big Ground will reimburse you. What if you pretend not to know that they are evil corporations? Then comes the evil drone master.

“Can’t you come back now? Alright, let’s move.”

Although Leonard was one of the leading hackers in Hexagon in the past, it was difficult to control over 100 drones individually. In order to move such a number swiftly, it was necessary to enter the action value according to the situation in advance, but there was not enough time and preparation for that. So I did a little trick.

Leonard programmed an army of drones into groups of 10 to automatically copy commands. 10 were actually controlled by Leonard, and the remaining 117 moved along with the captain drone. This was more important than I thought.

Tatatatatatang-! Tata Tang-!

The Wildkid gang started shooting into the sky. Leonard flicked his finger and dispersed the drone corps. A few were shot down by a hail of bullets, but still few.

Drones are difficult to intercept even with anti-aircraft guns that spray bullets like sprayers, and it was impossible to stop more than 100 drones with individual firearms in the first place. Even if there was a jamming device, it was useless unless it was a release type designed for anti-drones. I didn’t send it for the purpose of getting close and taking ID photos.

“shall we start?”

Leonard’s hexagonal pupils narrowed and one finger bent. Some of the drone corps hovering in the air suddenly changed direction. The target was the Wildkid gang and vehicles.

The use of a propulsion system made it possible to fall faster than fall. To borrow an old game term, it was Drone Swarm.

bang! Kwaa-kwang-! bang-!

The smallest news drone was 4 kg, and the largest cargo drone was 25 kg. Mass was power. The bombarded gangs broke, broke, exploded, and collapsed. Some of the shrewd ones hid under cars, but it didn’t matter.

Leonard immediately dropped units 2, 3 and 4. The glass of the car was smashed and fluttered, and the roof of the car was dented and collapsed. Elia Garden murmured.

“Ooh, ooh, hail…”

Triple-digit drones rivaled natural disasters. However, it was the new human race, the implant cyborg, who fought against the apocalypse. One of the tough gangsters punches a falling drone. The body, which was painstakingly assembled at the factory, was disassembled in one shot and soared in reverse. From a distance, it looked like a water balloon had popped. It’s the lightest news drone yet, with great power and great guts.

“With this toy-! Are you planning to stop the gang-!”

It felt like the genre had changed. Westerns of cowboys and outlaws have become pre-modern war films. Would the general who roared on the battlefield in the distant past be like that?

“You have to choose a good director.”

The pre-modern background is a bit boring now. Trends come and go, so someday retro style will blow, but the current trend is science fiction. Leonard did not let go of the genre. The drones that had been pouring in with a time difference were dropped all at once. How much can you block with two hands?

‘Smile’ William, the underboss of the Wildkid gang, swung his fists at the drones flying from all directions. It didn’t become a sidebar with rock-paper-scissors, but it broke three units in a row and avoided the cargo drone with its head down. It seemed that if it had flown about a dozen times, it would have been nicely blocked. But hackers who believed in corporate sponsorship dragged too much on their credit.

The sixth or seventh drone hit ‘Smile’ on the side of the head. While staggering in shock, two of them pounded on the body in succession. Even if he lost his balance and fell down, the drone continued to fly following the leader drone who charged first. thump- thump- thump-

The metal arm was crushed and the implant organ burst and mixed with the real one. Even if an old-generation doctor and an implant doctor came at the same time, it seemed difficult to save him. I lost consciousness when it hit about 20, but after that, 20 more flew and knocked. Ultimately, it was at the level of being buried in the remains of a drone.

“Chief…”

“Smile is dead!

I thought the preemptive pressure was a little too much, but in the end, it turned out well. Confusion arose because of gangs and well-organized hierarchies. Or it may be that they are terrified of unreasonable means of violence. The gangsters looking for a decent car were on the rational side, and there were many gangsters who ran away into the wasteland. Leonard flew the remaining drone over the heads of the gang, looking at his partner.

“Are you going to follow me?”

“That’s not natural!”

“Bar, bar, step on it!”

Leonard intervened briefly, but the fixers under Ryan Bourne had been fighting for two months. Even if the Amman credit is good, I wanted to finish it when I had the chance. Leonard turned one eye to normal and got behind the wheel.

“Then hold on tight.”

Although he has no personal feelings for the Wildkid Gang, he has agreed to cooperate for the sake of a gentle interpersonal relationship.

It was a bit interesting that interpersonal relationships with the gang were not a consideration.

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5 fixers repelled 150 heavily armed gangsters attacking the city.

Even if it was written as a novel, it would take a dispute over its probability. It happened in reality. Normally, it would be covered on the Internet and a self-proclaimed reporter would come to me regardless of corporate broadcasting or personal broadcasting, but this time it was only briefly discussed deep in the darknet, but it was not particularly talked about. Before the Wildkid Gang, the 10,000 Bandit Impact was too strong.

“The overpass was breached and pushed to the beginning of Junk Town, but the FDF (Federal Defense Force) was dispatched and managed to suppress it.”

‘Broker’ Jake briefly summarized the situation. I was on the news all day, so I didn’t have to.

“It looks like they stopped entering Junk Town?”

“It was pretty close.”

The broker shrugged as if he were on the scene. Leonard looked down at the messy 11-1 Street.

I’m usually messy, but today was particularly messy. For example, even if they were stabbed and killed, they would be left unattended on a street corner and not stretched out in the middle of the street. The scavenger, who was tearing apart the parts of the body, was strangely restrained. I lived here for 7 years, but it was the first time I saw it.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why? It’s the result of the beggars going crazy and rampaging because the bandits are coming.”

“riot?”

“It’s not that far, but it was on a similar level.”

Putting a knife in the stomach of an abusive boss, putting a bullet in the head of a neighbor you don’t like, taking some time off to rob something that deserves credit, getting your back stabbed by a guy of the same level, and getting beaten up by a gang that believes in an apple tree. This happened unexpectedly.

Leonard closed the blinds and turned on the lights. The ruined city didn’t look very good, and it was necessary to create a secretive atmosphere. The broker said quietly, matching the mood.

“The hacking gun is well done.”

“Yeah, that’s how it should be.”

It destroyed about 100 corporate drones, but saved about 100 entrepreneurs, so it was a surplus business from the point of view of the company. I didn’t praise him for doing a good job. Hacking of corporate assets is a second-degree crime and could not be encouraged under any circumstances.

So, Big Ground decided not to pay the bounty. After the Wildkid gang stormed the Head Town checkpoint, they treated it like nothing.

“It doesn’t matter. Because my business partner is Ryan Bourne.”

30,000 credits were deposited normally. There was no broker fee, so it was Leonard’s responsibility. However, vehicle repair costs and M66 heavy machine gun ammunition came out a lot.

“Wait, why are you here when you don’t even pay the fee?”

Max asked with innocent eyes. The broker coughed and said.

“We are not entangled in fees, are we?”

“It’s not even a close friendship.”

Leonard snorted. The broker hid an embarrassed expression and said.

“I found a bandit.”

“Aren’t the bandits scattered around Wing Town right now?”

It was littered with looks that the mutant beasts of the wasteland would like. The broker shook his head. The top of the head shone brightly.

“Our client, Bandit.”

It sounded like bad news even after hearing it for a long time.

“You blown 1,500 credits.”

“Four thousand credits are solid.”

The broker’s expression was not good. Although it was rare for a client to die, there was an occasional one, so there was no way he would make such an expression. It seemed that there was something more.

“Anyway, it’s a bandit. After all, aren’t you a criminal who tried to plunder the city?”

Leonard said lightly to give a nuance that it was no big deal. But the broker did not take it lightly.

“How do you think you found that client?”

“Isn’t that a bounty?”

“I haven’t walked yet. And even if there is a bounty, how are you going to find it in that mess and bring it to me?”

I heard and saw it. If the FDF had been dispatched, various heinous weapons would have been used, from war machines to multi-legged tanks, but it was difficult to find intact bodies.

“I didn’t find it at the battlefield.”

“then?”

“I was in Junk Town before the battle.”

Leonard looked out the dark window. The feeling was cheap. Killed by a blind gun in that city mess or beaten to death by a scavenger…

“There was a bandit who came to warn me before the gang of bandits attacked Junk Town. A bandit with one melted ear, two scars on his cheek, and an axe.”

“no way…”

“That guess is right. I went to get Jessica Rabbit.”

Now, the reason why he didn’t show up for the appointment has been revealed. The bandit was real. Leonard let out a long, half exclamation, half sigh.

“But why did you die?”

“Do I need to explain how a corporate mercenary will react when he sees a bandit?”

“…shot.”

The broker put on a heavy expression.

“And the mercenary who killed the bandit is a young woman with a European body belonging to Big Ground.”

“……”

The solver wasn’t the only one who had a novel-like day. Even if there are no miracles, fate seems to exist.

“Who is that mercenary?”

“Wounded in battle, but alive.”

Well, so you must have heard about it then. Leonard gestured to Sigma. If you pretend, it’s chuck, so I pour you freshly brewed flavored coffee. The city was noisy, and the fixer was depressed. Coffee was exceptionally bitter today.

“Sometimes I miss the smell of real coffee.”

Whether it was people or love, what was rare these days was ‘real’.