29. funambulism
Tatatatatatang-! Tata Tang-!
Doo doo doo doo-!
The corner of 15th Street in Junk Town became a mess in an instant. The Wildkid gang attacked the Tigerclaw gang with submachine guns.
The Tiger Claw Gang, who were gathering in groups of two and three on the street, plugged in electronic narcotic chips and smoked synthetic cigarettes, collapsed helplessly. Some gangs ran away quickly, but they couldn’t be faster than bullets. It became a honeycomb and emitted a single spark.
The severe damage to residents was also considerable. A passer-by, a cigarette vendor, and a scavenger collecting implant parts held on to the damaged body and groaned.
Leonard took one look at the flattened Max and stood up slowly. After cleaning the streets, the Wild Kid Gang got off the SUV and shared cigarettes one by one. There were 7 or 8 people in one vehicle, a total of 31 people. It seemed that they were determined to be armed with submachine guns.
‘Things are going well.’
Leonard gave the key to Max and whispered.
“Go to the car, start the engine and wait. If necessary, run away.”
“How about Mr. Leonard?”
“I’ll have to look at the fisherman’s geography.”
“Fisherman… What?”
Rather than adjusting the straps of his bag, Leonard went into action. He used a thermo-optical camouflage device to hide himself and caught up with the Wildkid gang. Left alone, Max stomps and runs into the pickup truck.
The Wildkid Gang took a sip of cheap synthetic cigarettes and checked their guns. Clap – clack – The sound was heartbreaking. As a gang dealing with corporate convoys, they were well armed and well-trained. They formed a tactical formation in squad units and moved to 15-9 Avenue. However, this place came out of Tiger Claw… It was a sphere of influence. The street gangster’s counterattack has begun.
“Get lost!”
A swordsman jumped from the roof of the building. It was an unfamiliar raid for wasteland gangsters. The blade dug deep into the shoulder blade. Blood and sparks splashed out at the same time. The gang next door immediately opened fire, but evaded it with a bizarre movement. It was similar to the maneuver Noah Lucas showed. Then, a gang hiding on the second floor balcony and at the entrance of the alley fired a pipe gun. The bullets crossed dizzily.
“shield! Unfold your shield!”
Still, just looking at their equipment, the Wildkid Gang was a few steps above them. Two members of each squad pulled out military shields. It was a shield that could be folded up to 8 layers, so it was like magic creating a curtain.
‘Isn’t that Federation Army mechanized infantry equipment?’
Leonard is a bit fed up with the gang’s equipment. 50 caliber rifle bullets were a piece of equipment that could withstand one or two rounds. The 9mm or 380 caliber bullets used by the Tigerclaw gang did not scratch. And the tactical formation showed the light. As each squad occupied and defended each defense, there were no moving bunkers.
‘Do gangs fight like this these days?’
The Wild Kid gang, especially those 31, were a special gang. He was an elite combatant who robbed a company’s armed convoy.
Tiger Claw also fought hard to defeat three or four people, but it was unavoidable to be pushed back in firepower and equipment. Including the number of people killed in the first raid, the number of casualties exceeded fifty. It was not too late to be pushed to the overpass.
“Ugh-! Rocket Launcher!”
Perhaps this is the last line of defense, the Tiger Claw gang pulled out their secret weapon. It’s an HGL-7 anti-tank rocket launcher, but it’s not a weapon recommended for use in town. In fact, it was a weapon that should not be used anywhere there were people. The Wildkid Gang, who wondered if they had prepared something like that, scattered. Pushuuu-! The rocket bullet flew slowly.
“Get down!”
No, it only looked slow because I got used to the bullet, but the actual speed was over 80m/s. Few people fell down in time. Kwaguagua-gwang-!
Many of the Wild Kid Gang, which had been on the rise, became scrap metal and scattered. The Tiger Claw Gang cheered as they swung their guns and knives into the sky. But the battle wasn’t over. The wildkid gang, all limbs sharpened, continued to fire. There were at least four idiots who woke up and saw blood.
‘It’s a bitch. It’s shit.’
Leonard removed the signboard he had used as cover and went into full-scale action. It was only 20 meters to the junkyard under the overpass. The target was close. Now, which turned into a melee, was the best opportunity.
“what? something now…”
One of the Tigerclaw gang guarding the entrance to the junkyard saw Leonard. It seems that the thermo-optical effect has been reduced due to the dust.
Leonard doesn’t have a machine gun or a rocket launcher, but he had something better. I passed by uploading a hacking program. Sensing this, Gang, who was pulling out the Japanese blade, fell down. The tunnel approaching in surprise was no exception. You took down three gangsters without lifting a finger.
‘There is no time.’
You had to find your target and get out before the gang fight was over. Fortunately, it was not difficult because I knew the model and color of the minivan. When I broke the lock on the back door with my fist and opened it, a shrieking scream came out.
“Whoa, whoa, calm down. It’s not a gang.”
Gunshots continued to be heard, but it was an unreasonable demand. As the three women took turns screaming, the hearing module hurt. Leonard planted a hacking program to block the voice and left it alone. It was time to find a new product from Fort Bionic. The implant target is here, so it won’t be far. After finding an exceptionally clean container and breaking the lock, an implant body wrapped in a low-temperature device appeared.
“bingo.”
There were three shipments of 30,000 credits each. Laughter came out of nowhere. If you take all of this, you will be out of business for a year. However, the third rule of the fixer, there was no easy request in the world. Suddenly, the gunfire died down.
“this…”
Leonard ripped open the cargo and pulled out the body. I didn’t have enough hands to move all three.
“zone! John got hit!”
“There is a guy who is aiming for a prize! It’s a double operation!”
He was better than Max when he used difficult words on a gangster topic. Leonard lifted the 30,000 credits and beckoned to Jesse’s friends.
“Follow me if you want to live!”
For convenience, it is called a junkyard, but it was not officially licensed. It was a place where dogs, cows, and garbage were dumped, so there was a hole through which to escape.
“Stay here and pay off your gangster debt for the rest of your life!”
Leonard left the women and ran. It was more persuasion than a thousand words. When one of them, the bravest woman, followed Leonard, the other two spurred on. The fear of full-body implants and the fear of the Tiger Claw gang played a part.
“North! North… Kkeaaa!”
The hapless gangster who spotted Leonard covered his eyes and screamed. I burned the neural module, so I’m going to break some credits.
“Fuck! It’s over there! That way!”
I had to close my mouth, not my eyes. The gangster called the gang together with a loud voice. Leonard was annoyed and drew his revolver, but did not shoot. It was a waste of bullets to shoot an already incapacitated gang. Even with the Wild Kid gang, there were still double digits left.
“die!”
The gang blocked the junkyard exit and fired a pipe gun. The first bullet hit the ground, the second grazed Leonard’s shoulder, and the third went through his own forehead. The upload of the ‘suicide’ program was a little late.
“What are so many of them?”
A group appeared from behind. Leonard turned around and fired his revolver, fearing that he would lose his precious 30,000 credits. A gangster who jumped over a dented light car fell into an embrace with a 45-caliber armor-piercing bullet, and a gangster who was turning a corner freaked out and took cover. If Leonard had come alone, it was a number that would have neatly abandoned the request and withdrew.
“Because there are cars on 15th-8th Avenue…!”
It is a lie to say that it is safe to go there. First of all, the Tiger Claw gang, which was requested for support, occupied the streets. And Leonard’s car was not at 15-8. The crazy horn proved it.
Baaam-! Baaam-!
A pick-up truck ran through the poorly built barricade. Leonard suspected that the Hexagon Eye had been hacked.
“Mister Leonard! I’m here! Wow-! I’m here!”
Unless your eardrums have been hacked, it seems to be reality. Max was driving the pickup truck and making a dash.
“That crazy kid!”
Leonard shouted half-hey, half-joy. Max head-butts one of the gangsters and stops in front of Leonard. It was luck, not skill. The proof was that I stepped on the accelerator and brake at the same time.
“Get behind me! Ride quickly!”
Leonard tossed 30,000 credits into the luggage compartment and picked up Jesse’s friends whom he had rescued. Hacking random gangsters shooting guns was a bonus. He hesitated to shoot when several gangsters came out blowing their heads off.
“great! Let’s go!”
“Uh, how?”
I had to put Max away and get behind the wheel, but I was a little late. A gangster with a Japanese blade ran from side to side. It was as fast as wearing roller blades. There was not enough time or memory to upload the hacking program. I fired all the bullets from my revolver, but I couldn’t follow the movement.
“Left foot off!”
The hardworking assistant, though short in learning, took her foot off the brake. The engine’s vigorous piston movement was immediately transmitted to the wheels. All four wheels ran to the ground after idling once. Wishing it had been a second faster, the gangster’s knife was stuck vertically in the luggage compartment of the pickup truck.
“Kyaaa-!”
The gangster clinging to the car body climbed up bit by bit. It was like a scene from a classic horror movie. The difference was that Leonard was not a frightened college girl.
“The obsession is great.”
The fixer, who had gone through all the battles before and after work, muttered, “If you’re obsessed, you’re not popular,” and kicked. The gangster, who struggled to get on board, left behind a Japanese blade and left. Max cheered.
“Mister Leonard! Success! We did it!”
“Oh yeah.”
Leonard sat down in the luggage compartment and sighed deeply. Doing research became war. It will take a lot of time to get this done. Still, I was able to laugh because I had 30,000 credits. Leonard’s eyebrows went up. However, the crisis is not over.
“Hey, Mr. Leonard? How do you build this?”
“…What?”
“I put a stick on the side, but it doesn’t stop. uh huh The car in front of me…”
“Hey! brake! Hit the brakes! Step on what you just stepped on!”
Life is luck, and the life of a solver was a tightrope. I did my best to survive today.