How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

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‘Dirty’ Hancock surrendered meekly.

He had good implants and a loaded automatic pistol, but he did not force himself to resist. It was a wise decision because you couldn’t beat the pros who had been through the actual battle like eating.

“I wish I had surrendered earlier.”

“…I would have done it if I had invited you to surrender.”

Max thought for a moment and put on a look of realization. I didn’t have a chance because I just came in and beat me up.

In fact, even if I acted civilizedly, the result would not have changed. Leonard plugged a socket into ‘Dirty’s’ computer to retrieve information, while Aldream and Groom scraped together the guard’s memory chips and old disk recorders. I couldn’t tolerate this with my eyes open, so I must have seen blood in the end.

“Did you find anything?”

Asked Ryan Bourne, who had an implant rate of over 95%, but was useless because it was purely for combat. Leonard looked at him with hexagonal eyes that repeatedly expanded and contracted.

“There is still nothing special.”

To tell the truth, it was full of separation. It was only natural that he was robbing the main computer of a fixer broker who knew all the secrets of Junk Town. A secret meeting between key gang leaders, the mastermind behind a certain assassination case, bribery in corporate public security, and so on. Just pick a few of these and blast them, and the streets will be overturned.

“Five?”

“what? What did you get?”

Among the information was about Leonard Walker. From a recent bold request to the purchase of a scrap factory on 18th-8th Street as a hotel site, it was recorded in detail. Looking at the time, it seemed that he had investigated during the Junk Machine request.

“This is why they come in droves and attack.”

“What do you mean?”

Leonard continued to gather information, ignoring the machine man who didn’t know the machine. Some information about the psycho chip came out, but it was at the level of rumors circulating on the darknet.

“The rattle will be in trouble with this.”

“We are also in trouble after accepting his request.”

Leonard saw Aldrim and Groom just in case. The two shrugged their shoulders as they removed the memory chips plugged into the sockets. It was impossible for the bodyguard to have information that was not even in the main page. ‘Dirty’ shrugged as if to follow suit.

“Are things not going well?”

Leonard disconnected Jack from the computer.

“There is still one place left.”

“Where is that?”

Leonard pointed at ‘Dirty’ with his chin and tapped the bottom of his ear. In the cyber age of the end of the century, the meaning was clear. ‘Dirty’ tried to protest, but Ryan Bourne was one step faster. I grabbed ‘Dirty”s head with a savage mechanical arm and took a picture of it on the desk. thud-! It was an action that would have broken the skull if it was an old human living creature. Of course, it wasn’t a pleasant experience for the implant cyborg either.

“What are you doing!”

As violent as he looks, Ryan Bourne didn’t listen to protests. With his big finger, he cleverly found the socket and retrieved the memory chip.

“Is this enough?”

‘Dirty’ resisted by swinging his limbs, but felt sorry for the overwhelming difference in output.

“I can take a quick look and give it back.”

Leonard plugged the memory chip into his socket. The level of security is quite high for a Junk Town broker, but not enough to stop the Hexagon hacking module.

“Hoo?”

When I loaded up a few files that stood out, it was a rookie fixer profile. There were also familiar profiles. He was the solver for the implant hacker who attacked Leonard.

“You must have been from the security team of Rycorp.”

The workmanship wasn’t bad, but it was elite. It would not be a smooth life if you see that you quit that good job and act as a fixer.

“That’s not what Mr. Leonard would say.”

Max groaned softly. It was harder to be turbulent than a person who changed his job from a chaebol second generation to a war hacker and then to a junk town solver. Leonard ignored the cheeky sidekick and continued gathering information. And I finally found what I was looking for.

“Jim Taylor?”

It was a familiar name, even if you didn’t have to search your memory.

“Was it this guy again?”

An electronic chip developer belonging to the Liberation Front, and an old commissioned subject of Leonard Walker.

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Leonard’s party secured the necessary information and quickly withdrew.

Corporate security is unlikely to come to gang-infested 14th Street, but there is no need to make unnecessary noise by being noticed.

“Do I really have to catch it like this?”

Some of the information was alive. It was ‘Dirty’ Hancock who had lost control of his implant body.

‘Dirty’ asked to be allowed to walk on his own feet, but Ryan Bourne didn’t even listen. I slung it over my shoulder like a piece of luggage and headed towards the parking lot.

“One of the most useless things in the world is monopoly. If an intermediary like me disappears, who will take care of your rice bowl? Please release me.”

When ‘Dirty’ protested nonstop, one of the duo, still confused as to whether it was Oldrim or Groom, spit! Spit it out.

“As long as all of the client information is stolen, that is the end anyway. Who entrusts work to a broker who cannot even guarantee confidentiality? Now, the best thing to do is to drag the ‘rattle’ to the water ghost, but looking at the data I found today, it must be difficult. Let’s just go quietly.”

‘Dirty’ continued, glaring at Ryan Bourne’s hard metal ass.

“There is a saying in my hometown that ‘even if you roll in dog poop, this is better.’ It’s a saying that you have to live and see.”

“Huh, true. Should I kill him? At most I’ll rob my credit account and destroy some implants.”

Leonard shook his head. The ‘rattle’ is also an intermediary, so I won’t hand it over to corporate public security. I’d rather be treated like a detention center. However, ‘Dirty’ did not worry about such treatment.

“You seem to be misunderstanding me. If you stay here, everyone will die.”

“There is nothing eternal in front of time, so you and I will die someday.”

Aldrim giggled. It seems that he thought it was a plausible statement to himself. But I didn’t know that one day would be now. Oldrim’s head turned 90 degrees to the right. A small stream of blood gushed along its track.

“uh?”

His torso tilted to the right as if the weight of his head was pulling him. When the center shifted from the direction of gravity, it lost its balance and collapsed. To explain it a little shorter, it fell sideways. The gunshot that caused it came about a second late. Taaang-! It happened several times on the battlefield and in alley protests, so I quickly grasped the situation.

“It’s a sniping!”

Except for Aldrim, who died in despair, the fixer threw himself in search of cover. Two more bullets flew, but no one was hit because they dodged astutely. Ryan Bourne asked busily through brain-chip communications.

– Where did you shoot it?

I didn’t seem to see it properly because I was in the lead. Leonard sticks his head out of the trunk of a junk car and quickly hides. A sniper’s bullet pierced the body and ricocheted off the asphalt.

-Yiwu about 700m to the east.

The bullet’s speed varies slightly depending on the climate, wind direction, and caliber, but it was long-range sniping that was twice as fast as sound.

-Are you one?

In terms of eye performance, there wasn’t much to follow the Hexagon module. Leonard scanned his surroundings and gnashed his teeth.

“More than that!”

It was not an individual and accidental crime, but an organized and premeditated operation. A gang of 10 came armed with guns and knives.

Leonard pulled out a revolver with his right hand, shot the one who came closer, and accessed the brain chip of the one far away with a hacking module. I thought it would be possible to subdue at least two, but I couldn’t subdue one.

“What?”

The assailant who was shot staggered once but did not fall down. ‘Have you blocked pain?’ Even so, it was not easy to withstand the impact force of the 45 caliber. It may be a very powerful body or a specially strengthened body. A bullet fired by an ally solver proved it. Dada da da da da-!

The troubleshooter, who was clearly groomed, solved the frustration that could not be solved in the broker’s office. He fired a 5.56mm assault rifle from Schneider on full auto. The band of raiders also fired light submachine guns, but they weren’t as quick and accurate as the veteran fixers. Groom didn’t take a shot and turned the two into a hive.

“Fuck off! ᅠ ㅅ ㅅ ㅅ ㅅ!”

In classical literature, ‘become a beehive’ is an allusion to ‘died terribly’, but in 22nd century literature this will change slightly. It has become more and more common to see dozens of holes pierced in the body and not die. It was like that this time too.

“Uh, how…”

The assailant, who had exaggerated a bit and had a hole through which the background was visible, grinned. Then he shot Groom in the chest with a shotgun that cut off the barrel. bang-! One large hole was more lethal than dozens of smaller ones.

In the first place, Ryan Bourne, who shoots a large-caliber light machine gun, was easily overpowering his opponent. However, because of the sniping, he could not keep his position, and when Groom was hit and the side was pierced, he was pushed back little by little. Bullets ricocheted off his body and sparks flew wildly. If it wasn’t for the excellent depleted uranium armor, I would have been knocked out long ago.

Leonard exploded the hacking program that had been uploaded at once. Several attackers malfunctioned and collapsed. However, it was not as effective as expected. While shivering as if he had been electrocuted, he got back up on his feet. Even with all of the war experience and the experience of a solver, this case was not common.

-Psycho cyborg!

-That’s it? Where are you looking?

As I asked the question, I realized the answer. The answer was simple because I came here because of the skill of acting like a psycho cyborg without becoming a psycho. Things weren’t looking good anyway. Two of my allies have already been hit. Leonard and Ryan Bourne would have had minimal malfunctions if it hadn’t been for excellent protection equipment.

– First of all, you have to get out of here.

-You have to clear the sniper to escape!

While the two legendary solvers communicated through brain chips, the alienated living beings moved quietly due to their size and appearance. I put a bullet into the sniper rifle ‘Winterfield’ and adjusted the scale of the scope. In the meantime, sniper bullets flew eight times. The target of the sniping was the most threatening Ryan Bone, so Max was relatively safe.

“700 meters is my ideal range.”

I didn’t change my position while firing eight shots, probably because I had learned sniping through a video, or because I believed in my half-psycho friends running amok from the front. Thanks to that, there was no chance to shoot nine shots.

Taaang-!

Max’s sniper rifle vomited fire. As a kid who had been hiding as if he was there or not, his eyes focused on him. It wasn’t a good thing. Part of the assailant’s muzzle was pointed at Max, and Leonard had to hurriedly press down on the delighted Max. Too-tata-tattang-! The bullets hacked through the junk car.

– What are you doing!

The rest of the urgency was scolded by brain chip communication. Max, obviously not understanding, laughed out loud.

“I took down that sniper! Relax now!”

Those words were proven by the actions of the gang on the other side. Several attackers panicked and exchanged communications. Leonard switched his revolver and flicked the ball with his unsteady left arm.

“With my truck!”

Ryan Bourne kicks the car he used as cover so far! kicked loudly Although major parts such as the engine were lost, it was still a medium-sized car, and it rolled around like a soccer ball, crushing one of the assailants.

Max tossed his double-barreled shotgun at Ryan Bourne and ran away, firing his semi-automatic pistol aimlessly. Ryan Bourne took cover by holding a shotgun in each hand and firing alternately. There was no such thing as being dignified.

Leonard and Max climbed into the driver’s and passenger’s seats, respectively, and started the engine. There was no time to buckle up. I put the gear in reverse and stepped on it. A group of assailants who were shooting at the pickup truck panicked and ran away. The difference between him and the real psycho cyborg is that he is not afraid of bullets, but he is afraid of tons of vehicles.

“Get on!”

Ryan Bourne tossed the empty shotgun into the truck bed and jumped up with ‘Dirty’ Hancock on his back. That heavy body flew wonderfully.

“Max! grenade!”

Is it heart-to-heart? He was taking a fragmentation grenade out of the glove box. Ryan Bourne put ‘Dirty’ on his hip and covered his head with his arms. Two fist-sized pieces of metal splattered in the spot where the pickup truck had passed. A brief scream was buried in flames and shrapnel. Kwakwagwang-!