45. Tomorrow
A total of 17 memory chips were collected by Skinhead.
It was clear that there were only 17 e-drug dealers in the Junk Town entertainment district, so it was clear that the snowball dealers were the only ones to gather. He was also more capable than he seemed.
“It’s not a rule to intercept requests, right? The intermediary will not stand still.”
The competent ‘skinhead’ Kruger spit bloody! spit and asked He seemed very angry.
“Are you intercepting the request? no. no. It’s just information gathering.”
Noah Lucas was embarrassed and apologized. It was not persuasive because he was the one who tied the implant arm and pounded in 16/4 time. If you compare it to popular music, it was high-speed gangsta rap.
“It would be nice if we could help each other out. It’s not even a one-to-day relationship. Get along well with the little walker here.”
“Ahem! Be friendly!”
“…go away.”
While people in the industry were chatting, Leonard quickly gathered information by swapping out memory chips.
Most of the daily records are messy because it is an alley drug dealer, but there were occasional things that could be used. Like the public security agent who buys drugs regularly, or the citizens of White Town who are in debt to gangs and tremble.
“What do you think? Did you find anything?”
Noah Lucas asked, fiddling with the next memory chip. Leonard pulled out the missing chip and held out his hand.
“A subcontractor’s subcontractor.”
“subcontract?”
“You mean a retailer.”
“Then there won’t be wholesaler information.”
“Of course you can. By the way…”
Leonard looked at the distorted skinheads here and there and said.
“My request is to capture the Psycho Cyborg, so the current information is enough. Because I know who bought the snowball.”
“Wow, are you going to do that in a mean way?”
“behave shamefully! behave shamefully!”
Max couldn’t tell who was the enemy and blamed Leonard. The price was a heavy honey chestnut. Just-!
“I will hand over the data on which one to punish.”
“Is that enough… Is our cooperation that far?”
“If this request ends here.”
Noah Lucas smiled. I had a hunch about something similar to Leonard. Leonard loosened the skinhead’s implant again and said.
“You’re moderately angry, too. It is information that will be useful to you as well.”
“You mean like this?”
“It’s better than being silenced without knowing anything.”
Skinheads were smart. I immediately understood Leonard’s meaning. If this is exposed, the Highlane Company will not stand still.
“Looking at the request being divided into several places, it seems that he tried hard to hide it elsewhere. So let’s just hang out. Don’t dig into it, and don’t pretend to know.”
“I didn’t intend to do that from the beginning.”
“You take corporate suspicion too lightly.”
Leonard inspected the last memory chip, erased the records of the inspection, and returned it. I also deleted the records of skinheads accessing it, so I’ll live if I just watch my mouth. The skinhead realized the senior solver’s consideration and bowed his head.
“I’ll think of it as a treatment fee.”
“What, thank you.”
Now each of us has a job to do. Noah Lucas got on a cruiser bike with snowball ‘wholesale’ materials. Skinheads will hand over the cleaned chips to the corporation and get out of hand. And Leonard and Max…
“What are we doing?”
“I have to catch the psycho cyborg. Shouldn’t you catch at least three to stand on your side?”
There were a few Snowball buyers who showed signs of becoming psychotic. Finding people was Leonard’s specialty, so it wasn’t difficult. I got into the pickup truck and started it. Max asked, embracing the sniper rifle and Japanese sword.
“But what are you not digging into? President Volforth’s family affairs?”
“That’s it, too, but the snowball maker.”
Tigerclaw gangs roamed the streets, corporate drones overhead. But the darkness of the city was much deeper than it seemed.
“If not a gang or a corporation, who would have made such a thing?”
I don’t know if Nietzsche’s proverb is right in this case, but there was nothing good to look into the darkness for a long time. Even in Leonard’s favorite proverb, he said that what you don’t know is medicine. It wasn’t a problem for the fixer to get involved.
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No matter what the proverbs and sayings were, the day of the solver went by hectic. It was as hectic as a pickup truck speeding through 27-7 Avenue in Junk Town.
“Not this way! On the other side!”
“This way is faster!”
There was a humanist who argued that the name ‘Psycho Cyborg’ was anti-human rights, but as humanism in this era usually does, it was ridiculed. Psycho Cyborg was a name with a clear identity as straightforward as it was. So, he was just crazy.
“Why do you keep running away?”
“How do you know what a madman is thinking!”
It was good to track down and find the scavenger who showed signs of psychosis, that is, the scavenger who was drooling and rolling his eyes when he bought drugs. But it was 10-15 minutes late.
The officetel entrance exploded and the scavenger who became a psycho jumped out. He overturned a car parked on the street like a pancake, kicked a streetlight, turned it 90 degrees, and sped away.
Psycho cyborgs are literally psychos, so it’s impossible to understand, and running around aimlessly was especially elusive. It took 17,000 credits, so I just chased it.
“It went up!”
The chase was not easy. Unlike the ignorant power, it was a lightweight body of about 80 kg. The limit was released through psychoization, and the performance was several times better than average. Even running on the main road, it’s hard to catch up, but I went through the alleys and crossed the rooftops. Leonard’s hands and feet were also busy. Changing gears and turning the steering wheel, I chased after the psycho cyborg.
“front! look ahead! Wow-!”
A garbage truck came out of the alley. Leonard put his right wheel on the sidewalk and turned the corner along the curb. It was a crazy act that not only good children, but also adults with common sense should not imitate.
“Who-who-who-who-”
Max complained of shortness of breath. If you died and came back to life, you could do that. Leonard looked up at the rooftop and smiled.
“great. Got it.”
“What, what? What is the rest of my life?”
I caught something more expensive than Max’s life. It was a corporate advertising drone. Leonard’s hexagonal pupils dilated to their maximum. Five advertising drones that were spraying holograms in a high-rise building changed direction at once. The distorted video was bizarre.
“Isn’t that going to be a problem later?”
“You can’t hear me. If you don’t notice.”
That’s what being a hacker was all about. Leonard fired a drone missile at the Psycho Cyborg running across the rooftop. Slower than tactical drones or cargo drones, but faster than bipedal.
Psycho Cyborg looked up and saw the missile. Reason melted away, but instinct remained. He roared like a beast and waved his arms. I smashed the black drone flying in from the front and knocked out the yellow drone coming back to the side, but I was hit by a red drone flying from behind and I was knocked out by a blue drone hitting my calf.
“There is still one step left.”
He dropped the white drone while saying something like a pawnshop man would do. The head was cracked and blood gushed out. Max looked up at the rooftop, horrified.
“Oops! Aren’t you dead?”
“I don’t die like that. You’re a cyborg.”
As Leonard said, only the skin was torn. The aluminum body was too weak to break through the titanium skull. Still, it was enough because I bought time.
Leonard attempted to jam a psycho cyborg implant that beckoned to catch an advertising drone. The signal from the broken brain chip was cut off and the command protocol was initialized. It didn’t take long before his limbs were paralyzed.
“I caught two with this.”
“I’m still a person, but Mari is a bit…”
I hurriedly went up to the roof because I had to deal with it before the corporate public security arrived. The Psycho Cyborg roared with the only moving head. Leonard whispered.
“Are you still human?”
Max didn’t answer. I was impressed by the broken psycho cyborg among the drones scattering colorful lights. It was the sensibility of the end of the century.
“I don’t need that kind of sensitivity.”
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The third Psycho Cyborg was captured the next day. Unlike the first and second, it was easy because it was a ‘common sense’ psycho. The owner of the store, which was broken, exploded, and collapsed during the capture process, would not agree, but he was captured without much trouble and handed over to the ‘white coat’ entrepreneur.
“Isn’t this enough? How long can I not only look for psychos?”
If you capture the 3rd generation of Psycho Cyborg, you have worked for 17,000 credits. Entrepreneurs tentatively agreed.
“We worked hard for the development of the company and the safety of the city.”
Leonard took a piece of candy and smiled. This side knows the circumstances of the other side, and the other side knows what this side knows, but I didn’t bother to ask. The white robe carried the psycho cyborg and continued.
“I will send the balance to the broker. Then we are busy.”
“Take a look.”
I didn’t even say hello to see you again. The businessman and the solver were often seen, so there was nothing good about them. Max asked as he watched the trailer drive away.
“Did you finish the bald head with Noah-nim?”
“Cheap bald?”
“If you’re just bald, you’ll get confused with Jake.”
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Jake was naturally bald, and Kruger didn’t bother to say that he was different because he was a shaved skinhead. 6 years of friendship has become that much.
“It must have ended well if you saw that he disappeared without saying anything.”
Psycho Cyborg’s cure rate was 3%. If there is a production code and a sample with similar symptoms, the probability will increase a little, but I did not expect much. Max asked, jumping from the luggage compartment.
“Are not you curious?”
“what?”
“The man who made Snowball. Why did they create such a dangerous e-drug?”
Leonard crossed his arms and pondered. Did Noah Lucas find the answer? Does the rattle, who is an informed person, know anything?
“Drugs are inherently dangerous.”
“You are not very curious.”
Leonard patted Max on the head and pointed to the passenger seat.
“Let’s eat noodles. yes. Noodles again.”
“I didn’t expect anything else.”
“Call Sigma. I’m going to eat dinner.”
“Does Sigma know?”
Leonard’s concern was the credit accumulating in his account. Excluding broker fees and taxes, I made 11,000 credits. It was 289,000 credits until the construction of the 18th-8th Avenue Hotel. Max covered the fire and said.
“Sigma says, but the landlord wants you to pay the rent.”
“…Has it already happened?”
“And since we are out of ingredients, I want you to buy grain porridge and potatoes. Where did the potatoes you brought last time go?”
“The mouse ate it.”
I did the calculation again. It was 292,000 credits. There was still a long way to go.
“Oh, it’s going to be a lot of meat, right?”
“Just eat normally.”
“Are you growing up?”
“My bankbook is like that too.”
The pick-up truck of the fixer ran towards tomorrow. It wasn’t a very bright tomorrow.