Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 5 5. Hospitality
Oliver was panting, staring at the bodies lying on the ground in front of him, unable to believe that he actually survived such a gunfight. Bullets flew past his head several times, but he was lucky enough that his head was not in that position every time. He was really too lucky.

However, this was only based on the help of others. If it weren't for the other person who suddenly joined in the middle of the fight, he would have been killed by the bastards from the Whirlpool Gang who kept pressing forward.

"There is still one alive."

As Oliver's body leaned limply against the shelter, he heard a rather young voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw an oriental face that matched the voice very well.

Only one person? And his age, eighteen, or nineteen?
At this age, he is still a student who has not graduated in Arasaka Academy, which specializes in training corporate dogs. Even in the street gangs of Night City, it is a bit too early.

A man without a mouth can't do anything. Although there is no such saying in Night City, there are still proverbs with similar meanings. At least, Oliver's Six Street Gang will never accept anyone under the age of 20 to join. Veterans hate it most when new recruits drag them down.

Oliver studied Carl's face, pondering his identity.

Is he Chinese or Japanese? If he is Japanese, would he be a member of the Tiger Claw Gang? The Kabukicho area in Watson District is the territory of the Tiger Claw Gang. Is it because of the conflict between the Tiger Claw Gang and the Uzumaki Gang that they took action?

While Oliver was thinking, Carl had already walked in front of him and pointed the Lexington at his head.

"Name."

Oliver, who had seen the other party's shooting speed and shooting skills, did not intend to resist and answered honestly: "Oliver."

"age?"

"Twenty-four, gang member."

"origin?"

"From the Sixth Street Gang."

"Purpose?"

"The guys from the Uzumaki gang might have robbed our goods. We came here to ask about it, but we ended up fighting with these crazy transformed people."

"I see."

Carl said something that Oliver didn't quite understand, and then he extended his hand to him.

"Hand it over."

"what?"

"Your gun."

Are they planning to capture me and use me as a bargaining chip for the Tiger Claw Gang? Seeing how they also attacked the Whirlpool Gang before, could it be that they are planning to seek cooperation?
Oliver handed over his gun obediently and cooperated very well. However, he found that the man no longer paid any attention to him. He wandered around the corpses and had to squat down from time to time to pick up something from the ground.

'The fourteenth.'

Carl, who had just picked up a bag when he left the stall, was muttering to himself, while he was putting a pistol and euros into the bag while counting them. Looting the spoils after beating someone was something that Carl took for granted, but it made Oliver a little scared.

"Looking at the way this guy is looting, he might not be from the Tiger Claw Gang, but a kidney-cutting scavenger."

In Night City, the scavengers are a group of cold-blooded scum who regard people as objects to be sold. They like to attack civilians and lone gang members, attacking them to plunder money, organs, and prosthetics, and Carl's actions in looting are somewhat similar.

However, Oliver's newly-arising worries were somewhat relieved after he saw that Carl had no interest in the prosthesis and had no intention of dissecting the corpses. Thinking carefully, a guy like this, who was accurate and fast in shooting, didn't seem to need to be a low-level scum. But this search was too careful and serious.

Seeing that Carl was even checking people's hair to see if there was any money hidden inside, Oliver couldn't help but stand up and walk to Carl's side. Of course, when Oliver approached, a gun was pointed at his head.

"Is something wrong?"

Without looking back, Carl was busy saying this. His harvest was not bad. These guys were not rich, but all these bits and pieces collected together amounted to almost 3,000 euros. The exact amount still needed to be counted.

"Well, if we don't run, the NCPD's tailgating men might come over, and it might not look good if we're still here."

"us?"

After hearing Oliver's words, Carl temporarily stopped looting. He turned to look at the Sixth Street Gang member with blond hair and a small mustache on his chin, and said, "I'm not a gang member. I'm just a civilian who was implicated by you and can't even eat in peace. I don't need to worry about the NCPD."

civilian?

Which civilian can use a very common Lexington rifle, which even they themselves disdain to use, to blow up the heads of more than a dozen members of the Vortex Gang? You have to know that the crazy people in the Vortex Gang always like to perform prosthetic modifications on their heads. The flesh content in their heads is extremely low, and they can grasp the gap between iron and flesh and accurately send bullets into the brain. This shooting skill is definitely not something that a civilian can do.

In Oliver's mind, he already had an accurate guess about Carl's identity.

This guy must be a mercenary, or a lone wolf.

Listening to the sirens getting closer and closer, Oliver thought for a moment and said, "Then consider it as your reward for saving my life. I'm afraid you're disturbed from eating. If you don't mind, how about I treat you to a meal at a nearby restaurant and wash your face while you're there?"

Oliver's eyes were focused on the blood that was gradually beginning to coagulate on Carl's face.

"Eat, ok."

The search was almost complete, and Carl looked at the bag that could no longer hold a pistol, but he didn't mind being treated to a meal.

“But it has to be vegetarian.”

This ruthless killer is a vegetarian?
The corners of his mouth twitched, but Oliver responded quickly.

"Okay, I saw a Chinese restaurant on the way here, they should have some vegetarian food there."

After saying that, Oliver sighed as he looked at his Six Street Gang companions lying on the ground, all of whom had turned into corpses.

I have to tell my father about everything here later. All the people who came here are dead, and I am the only one alive. No matter what the reason is, I have to give an explanation to the gang. As for the matters concerning the Whirlpool Gang, I have to suggest my father to discuss them with others when I go back.

This group of lunatics have already taken too much. Their Sixth Street Gang doesn't want to invade other gangs' territories, but that doesn't mean they are weak cowards who can be bullied.

The gang is mainly composed of retired soldiers, so how can their temper be good? The Whirlpool Gang will definitely pay the price for this!

But before that.

Oliver must treat this lone wolf who helped him well. He will still remember the life-saving grace.

(End of this chapter)