How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

77. luck

The hunt for illegally modified scavengers known as junk machines is over.

In the process, accidents such as shootings, chases, property damage, and corporate asset damage occurred, but the mayor and city council members were rather willing.

The corporate bugler media praised it as a great achievement by catching such a dangerous criminal at an early stage, and self-proclaimed implant experts advertised with plausible logic how dangerous an implant that does not work with a brain chip, aka Auto Body.

-Brainchip is literally a brain. A mechanical brain tailored to a mechanical body. A self-regulating device? Is a body that does not move according to its own will truly my body?

-But doctor, isn’t even a brain chip 100% safe? There is a psycho cyborg problem, and there is also an implant hacking problem.

– Such issues are resolved by periodically updating the security program. It’s a matter of moderation and security. Just like the real brain.

Leonard flipped through a few channels, saw Max yawning like a lazy cat, and hit the power button. There was a lot of talk and a lot of trouble, but the credits comforted me.

“28,000 credits is worth the effort.”

It falls short of the expected profit, but the world is going according to the wishes. After adding 25,000 credits to the balance of the hotel lot, there are 230,000 credits left. It was a great forced march, as I paid back 70,000 credits in three months. Max opened his eyes and responded.

“It’s not long until the hotel owner!”

“A happy retirement life is just around the corner.”

When Leonard mentioned ‘retirement’, Max, who was mentally dancing, became sullen.

“My inheritance is…”

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Just-!

Leonard hit the night with more intensity than usual. Max groaned, clutching at the top of his immature head, while Sigma covered his face with his right upper and lower arms and removed the coffee cup with his left lower arm. When the humans made a mess, it was the androids themselves who cleaned it up.

“Frequent violence during adolescence forms distorted values and causes continuous trauma…”

“What about shooting and killing people at that time?”

Sigma did a quick search of family and counseling resources, but couldn’t find a suitable answer. This was a limitation of the old generation data. It is likely that a teenage boy hunts a scavenger by double digits, but the investigation has been poor.

Leonard made the 100% machine and 100% human shut up and got up with his coat.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some air.”

“Are you going to gamble again?”

Max pretended to pull the slot lever. When Leonard raised his fist, he guarded with both arms and legs. However, it was Max who burst out laughing because it meant positively.

“Do it in moderation. It’s bone dry.”

“Where else did you hear that? What does this have to do with bones?”

I gave permission to use the internet, but it seems to be looking for strange things. As Sigma said, since he was a teenager, he was not rude. Of course, it wasn’t even related.

Leonard wandered around like a venerable unemployed uncle to Jack Turner’s gambling house.

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Jack Turner and his thugs, who had a lot of bad news recently, didn’t have a good impression. The casino, which was close to the service industry, had a grim atmosphere, so there were not many customers. In other words, the game was bad.

“Hey, Mr. Solver, did you become clear while you couldn’t see it?”

“It must be because I work with people who breathe high air.”

Leonard moderately brushed off Jack Turner’s men who pretended to be friendly. I don’t want to get into a fight with a fixer who shoots and hacks mines that only live today, so I backed off moderately.

“It’s been a while here.”

Leonard looked through the illegal gambling halls, where only slot machines were lined up in temporary buildings connecting buildings. I’ve been going in and out for the past few years, but I haven’t been able to find it for the last few months.

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Jack Turner was absent as he had other business to do. In the first place, I didn’t care because it wasn’t a friendly relationship. It was nice because there were no owners or guests.

I brought a chair to a place that felt appropriate and swept a casino chip worth 2 credits. Even without a lot of bullets, it was enough to enjoy a few hours.

“Brain has arrived. feel so good.”

It’s hard to find a bad person in a gambling house, but today it was real. Within 22 credits, three rows of cherries appeared side by side, and within 38 credits, three bars appeared one after another. It was a good start because I recovered the principal with that alone.

“It’s worthwhile not spending luck in the meantime.”

On the topic of an implant hacker, he said something like a mystic would say. But it wasn’t all that wrong. Before I forgot my first chip, three lines of oranges came out in a row and I earned three times the original amount.

As Leonard gained momentum, Jack Turner’s men and a handful of guests crept in. When Leonard wakes up, some intend to take the lucky seat, and some suspect that the manager planted a cheater, but most of them were pure curiosity and vague expectations.

The jackpot is something that hits once a day, or at least once every three days, but since it hasn’t happened recently, I instinctively sensed that this was a jackpot spot.

Leonard pushed in all the two credit chips and carefully pulled the lever. In fact, only the design is analog and the operating device is digital, so it works the same whether you pull it hard or roughly, but it doesn’t feel like a gambler.

Perhaps that kind of intellect was an understatement, the goddess of luck sat down at the slot machine.

“seven!”

“And it’s Seven again!”

The first seat is 7, the second seat is 7, and the third seat slowly stops, passing cherries, oranges, and wine in turn, gasping in front of the 7. Leonard’s dry expression brightened, and the cheering guests clenched their fists. Nothing good has happened lately, so I hoped that this would give me hope. There was also a little wind that I would give away some chips because I was happy when the jackpot hit.

But dreams and hopes were far away from Junk Town. At least not in the casino.

“You punk!”

Kwakwang-!

After the harsh swear words, a detonation broke out. The door to the casino exploded, and Jack Turner’s men, who were mop-ups, rolled in. All eyes focused on the slot machine returned to the door at once. Only Leonard focused on the third digit 7 and could not prove the result.

“Ah, it’s a jackpot!”

Kwagwawang-! bang-!

I couldn’t hear a single syllable, or even a single syllable, of the song that was unique to the jackpot. The electricity in the temporary building, which was still uneasy, went out due to continuous gunshots and heavy drinking at the entrance of the gambling house. Slot machines, which look like analog machines but are purely digital, were no exception. When the power goes out, pat-! The screen went off with a sound.

“……”

Leonard’s expression hardened. When the smiling face stopped, it was very grotesque.

“Jack Turner! You son of a bitch! Come out right now!”

Tata Tang-! Bangtan-!

The assailant opened fire. He aimed at Jack Turner’s men, but his shooting skills were poor, and the stern customer and slot machine were smashed. That took away the option of turning the power back on and restoring the log records.

When luck was destroyed, patience ran out. Surprised by the gunfire, he stood tall among the customers fleeing to the other side.

“What else is this bastard?!”

One of the assailants shot Leonard straight away. It was a plausible 9mm automatic pistol that was not a street scavenger. However, users were not good.

As I fired with a typical gangster grip, the muzzle bounced left and right. Fifteen shots were fired, but none hit. In fact, even if you hit it, a 9mm pistol bullet can’t penetrate the bulletproof coat, but it was a problem that it was discovered that your skills were poor.

“I told you not to do things that don’t pay credit, but…”

Leonard’s implanted eye shrunk to a dot, then reappeared as an enlarged hexagon. With that, the rampage of the raiders ended.

The assailant, who was urgently sharpening the magazine, collapsed with both ears spewing sparks, and the assailant who was threatening Jack Turner’s last subordinate had his implant limbs bent in a grotesque direction and bit into crab foam.

“Fuck! Implant Hacker!”

There were more raiders guarding the entrance to the casino. Recognizing Leonard’s hacking, he thrust his shotgun into it. Better than the pretentious pistol shooter. But the price of gunfire was no better. The bullet fired at Leonard shattered his own head, so he’d probably agree.

Leonard wiped out the group of attackers at once and returned the Hexagon Eyeball to normal. There was Jack Turner’s subordinate who was still breathing.

Leonard took a lollipop out of his pocket and approached the henchman. Kindly pretended not to see the gang covered his head in a swagger of candy.

“What is this? The innocent victim needs an explanation?”

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Jack Turner’s men glanced at the dead comrades and assailants before lowering their hands. But tension was evident on his face.

I had heard before that the regular customer on the 7th floor of the building was a popular fixer, but I looked down on him like a gangster who lived on bravado.

If it was a proper organization, i.e. the Twins Gang or the Tiger Claw Gang, they would have been at least embarrassed because they had suffered a lot from the fixer, but they were a third-rate gang that boasted among the ignorant bullies, so they didn’t know what the fixer seed could do. This was the first time I had seen Leonard Walker’s true face.

“That, that, that, that, I’m sorry…”

“Why are you doing that all of a sudden? I apologized, what happened?”

“That’s, that’s me too, me, why are they… so…”

Leonard looked pathetically at Jack Turner’s henchman, who had lost his mind. To be honest, I was very scared of Leonard, but I misunderstood it as being crazy because I was suddenly attacked.

“They are the 11th-9th Street guys.”

Not all third-rate gangsters were without a pulpit. Still, it was a little different at the level of running a gambling house. Jack Turner’s frightened men shouted in excitement.

“boss! Oh no, boss!”

Not Jack of the Jackpot, but Jack Turner, through the bloodied doorway, into the gambling den. After that, there were two bodyguards similar in size, and they were wearing the same striped suits as if they had matched the code.

“How long has it been since they opened…”

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Jack Turner looked sadly around the smashed store and met Leonard’s eyes. It was quite brave to do it knowing that Leonard was an implant hacker.

“Since it happened like this, accept a request.”

Leonard shook his head without hesitation.

“I’m tired because I just finished work yesterday. And if it’s a gang fight, I’m not interested.”

“If you’re a resident here, you’d better pay attention.”

“I thought the friendship between neighbors was just looking for a chin…”

“Unless it’s bizarre, unless you intend to get kicked out of the building.”

Leonard stopped to pick up chips from the floor. From the tenant’s point of view, it was clear that attention was needed.