How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

80. move

There are several weapons that changed the course of war history. Bows, stirrups, cannons, and machine guns.

Now, it is a machine gun that we have become accustomed to and recognize as the basic form of firearms, but when it first appeared at the end of the 19th century, it was called the devil’s weapon and terrified everyone. This is because, for the first time in humankind, individuals have been able to commit mass murder.

That history has not changed even in the age of a 15-year-old boy 200 years later.

Too-ta-ta-tata-ta-ta-tang-!

18 sharp pieces of metal flew every second. In the middle, the gunfire stopped for a moment as if the ammunition box was being replaced, but soon after, another downpour of steel poured down.

The targeted gang hideout has become less of a metaphor and has become a rag. Anything weaker than glass was broken, and anything less hardness than wood was punched. People were no exception. The gangster standing near the window fell to the floor with his head exploding or his body torn apart.

“That crazy kid…”

Leonard removed his thermal optic camouflage and moved with a lowered stance. It is doubtful whether he saw and shot properly, but if he was hit by a blind bullet, he would feel angry before feeling unfair.

Even without thermo-optics, the 11th-9th Street gangsters were caught off guard by the sudden gunfire. The gang leader collapsed on the floor and screamed.

“Do you think you’ll be safe after doing this! The public security won’t stand still! These dog fixers! Tear off limbs and throw them into the poop…!”

It’s a comedy about a gang looking for public security, but there was no time to laugh. Leonard stirred in his head, starting with the hacked uploads. The first thing I installed was the ‘suicide’ program, but I didn’t have to wait until the gun was fired.

“aaah!”

“My eyeballs! My eyeballs!”

The gangster right behind the door screamed. It was understandable because it was a burning pain in the optic nerve. Leonard relieved the pain by aiming the revolver in each hand. bang-!

The last room on the second floor was the gang leader’s office. The antique bookshelf was lined with expensive paper books, making it look like there were as many as possible. The glass statues and sailboat model decorations are very fancy, but now they have been ruined by Max’s gunfire. If I had time, I would still look for something to salvage, but time was running out.

“Kill! Kill!”

Max stopped shooting when he spotted Leonard. Thanks to this, the gangsters who had time to maneuver hurriedly grabbed their guns. However, it could not be faster than the person who came in after preparing in advance. Leonard fired all over the place to the point where it seemed dry. bang! bang! Kwak-kwang-! bang!

One shot to the chest and one to the head. A shot to the back of the head for those who haven’t woken up yet. No matter who hides behind the sofa, after three rooms, one room. As we walked slowly, bodies were mass-produced.

The gang leader pulled out a ‘Thompson’ submachine gun, just like a gangster’s, but he couldn’t shoot either. Max, who changed his gun before he knew it, blew his head off with the 7.62mm sniper rifle ‘Winterfield’. It was a skill to hit a can from up to 600 meters away, so it wasn’t a problem for about a block.

– Hee hee hee! I got it! Did you see? saw?

“…Still, since he’s the boss, wouldn’t it have been more plausible to talk to him and kill him?”

– Where do you have time for that? Public security will come soon.

I wonder if someone who knew that opened fire with a machine gun, but he didn’t scold me.

It is true that corporate public security is lazy and indifferent to the work of the junk town, but that doesn’t mean that they went on a rampage against private houses in broad daylight. I will go out and investigate, albeit formally. If they knew that the victim was a gangster, the format would not last long, but it was not a reason to be caught on the spot.

“Clean up and leave. Be careful not to get caught by surveillance cameras.”

-Old story!

Leonard took out a lollipop, bit it, and looked around the room. The smell of blood, gunpowder, and lubricants mixed together and felt depressing. It was also because of the loud gunshots ringing in my ears.

“It’s not common sense that you can’t look good if you get entangled with a businessman.”

Leonard deleted the footage from inside and outside the house and retrieved the gangster’s memory chip. If I did this, I could get 10,000 credits without any remorse.

@

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Jack Turner was genuinely amazed by the video footage and evidence of the sweeping of the 11th-9th Street Gang.

“I knew that the fixer man was competent, but… Whoa… It’s really fortunate that he’s a neighbor.”

Satisfaction of the customer is the reward of the solver. Leonard said with a warm smile.

“10,000 credits.”

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Jack Turner sent 10,000 credits without further ado. Keeping promises was the gang’s only strength. It was also a possible promise because there would be no damage in the first place.

“The landlord will like it.”

“Oh right. How much did you get from the landlord?”

“Not long. After I give them away, there is nothing left.”

I couldn’t believe it was the guy who ran the gambling house. Leonard thought about tearing it off some more, but gave up. I’m not going to move right away or I’ll keep seeing you, but I decided to maintain a gentle relationship.

However, the affairs of the world are also unpredictable. After work, I came back to the sweet home on the 7th floor and realized it.

“My family… why is this?”

The front door disappeared without a trace except for the hinges, and one side of the wall in the living room collapsed, and the couple next door shyly greeted each other, and the 70-inch TV and marble table that they had bought with a big heart were smashed to such an extent that even the scavenger would not pick it up. The household items were also not in good condition. If you unleash two angry bulls, start a fight, and finish it off with dynamite, you’ll end up with something similar.

Sigma put the four guns side by side and turned the wheel in moderation.

“We are on a border mission. Would you like to switch to household cleaning mode?”

“Change now! Put the gun away!”

Sigma’s eye lenses tumbled and returned to his usual big blue eyes. Perhaps because of my mood, the voice mode also changed.

“Welcome, Mr. Leonard. Did you have a nice day?”

“Why are you pretending to be precocious? Have the functions been initialized?”

“Mr. Leonard doesn’t seem to be in a good mood, so he’s trying to make ends meet for survival.”

It was an overpowered Android. Leonard rubbed his forehead and sighed in succession. I had to guess when a group of fixers attacked. Max opened the refrigerator and liked it.

“My grain porridge is fine!”

It was a coincidence that the grain porridge was safe, but it was Sigma’s meticulous management that the firearms and explosives hidden here and there were safe. If something like an incendiary grenade exploded, it wouldn’t have ended at the level of ‘like a family’.

“I’ll have to contact the landlord.”

10,000 credits was not a problem. If you were unlucky, you could be kicked out of the house.

@

Fortunately, Leonard’s landlord and owner of 11-1 Street knew and understood the redevelopment problem and the gang problem.

He didn’t tell him to pack up and leave because it happened because he was involved with Jack Turner, who was helping him. They even introduced me to a repair company and paid half the repair cost.

“What a nice person! Wouldn’t that be the angel of Junk Town?”

“I wish I could find a place to live, if possible.”

As the 11th-9th Street gangs were exterminated, the fixers hired by the gangs scattered, and the owner of the building there also gave up on the redevelopment contract.

In fact, I called the Blast Gang and the Tigerclaw Gang, and met a few brokers to try to raise the business, but all of them quit after hearing the name of Leonard Walker, and it failed. It seems Fay wasn’t enough to fight the Hexagon-born solver. If I had offered about 1 million credits generously, I would have acted like crazy, but the landlord was a bitch.

The landlord of 11-1 Street also heard about the situation. It means that he is not a good angel like Max thought. Knowing that Leonard was a good back alley fixer, I decided to invest a little. If you were going to do business in Junk Town, you couldn’t separate the gang and the fixer, so it was a wise decision.

“It’s good to avoid the deficit… Where do you sleep?”

I needed a place to stay until the house was repaired. Max recommended the White Town Hotel, which he had heard rumors about, but it was rejected due to problems before cost.

“Which hotel will put heavy weapons and combat androids in their rooms?”

The junk-like accommodations in Junk Town were similar. Scavengers and drug dealers were swarming around, but I couldn’t live in peace.

In summary, it had to be a place where you could store all kinds of weapons and equipment you’d collected while working as a solver, including Sigma, and ensured minimal safety.

“Is that why you came here?”

“The broker,” Jake asked, blocking the entrance to the parking lot. Leonard honked his horn twice and gestured to get out of the way.

“Will you be indebted to me for a few days?”

“You’ve never been so good at asking?”

“Isn’t it the relationship where we take care of each other and take care of each other?”

“How are you?”

Max hugged his gun bag tightly and looked around. Just because he was from Junk Town, he didn’t know all about Junk Town. In fact, most of them were unfamiliar except for 11th and 12th Street. It was the same here.

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Jake’s office was located in an old villa overlooking the elevated 15th-9th Streets. The first floor was lined with street vendors and various restaurants, and from the second floor, illegal offices and private entertainment establishments were filled.

There was no place where the exterior walls of the building were intact due to frequent shootings on the street. The places where people’s hands can reach are full of graffiti, and the places where tools can be used are manholes and plumbing.

“It’s noisier than my neighborhood.”

It was probably because it was close to downtown.

After a tough fight, Leonard was allowed to take care of her for a week. There is no way that house repairs can be finished in a week, but once you put your butt on it, you can crush it and endure it, so I shouted a call unconditionally.

When the pickup truck was parked, the Sigma in the luggage compartment loosened the wheel lock and slid down. The floor thumped and cried. It is easy to mistake because of its slim appearance, but it was a medium-sized equipment weighing over 200 kg. The broker’s expression became more serious.

“Do you really have to leave in a week?”

“Oh, well, I know.”

In addition to Sigma, heavy weapons, small firearms, home appliances and clothes that were expensive and could not be left behind were really one truck.

The middle man’s blood pressure soared as the fixer, assistant, and android stormed the house, strapping their bodies back and forth. I didn’t fall down because I was diligent in the usual implant maintenance.

“Can I use this room?”

“I am in this room! I like that it faces south!”

“Shut up! Both of you, go to that corner room!”

It’s true that Leonard and Max were rude, but considering the relationship between the broker and the fixer, it wasn’t because they were unconditionally rude. It was confirmed when Leonard picked a room he liked and unpacked his things.

“Is this the broker’s office?”

The broker and the fixer who were about to be grabbed by the neck saw the open front door.

There was a middle-aged woman who did not fit into the gutter-like 15th Street. The implants were high quality, so he looked like a middle-aged man, but he could be assured that his actual age was old. This is because the culture of the old generation is buried in every word. It was a tone that could be heard mainly in the underground city.

“I’m looking for someone, who can I talk to?”

It was a new client. It was also a client with a VIP feeling that smelled like credit.