Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 632, Section 46: Black Youth
My car

Oliver had already considered the possible fate of his car, but he did nothing about it.

He didn't draw his gun to stop the terrorist squad, nor did he try to shout a few words; he just watched helplessly as the terrorist squad rushed towards his car.

"I thought you would try to stop it. You're not incapable of doing that, are you?"

Carl glanced at the pistol Oliver carried and said, "If it were you, at this distance, even a pistol could accurately hit the target and deliver the warning."

"Then there's no need to fight with the terrorist mobile unit."

Oliver sighed. What he was really concerned about wasn't fighting the Terrorist Squad, but rather: "My car is broken anyway, and I can get compensation for repairs later. Mr. Johnson did make relevant compensation regulations after he took office. But if I were to stop the Terrorist Squad for the sake of my car, I don't know if the Cyber ​​Psychopath in the center of Twisty Street would go on a killing spree. There are a lot of people there."

Oliver could distinguish between a car and a person's life.

Although he doesn't consider himself a particularly virtuous person, he does have a sister who is a prosthetic doctor, and through her influence, he has learned some medical skills. As a semi-medical professional, he always maintains a certain reverence for life.

"That's true."

Carl nodded slightly in agreement with Oliver's words, and the two of them stood there calmly, watching the Terrorist Squad head towards Oliver's car.

The members of the Terrorist SWAT team are all cyberpsychotics, a fact that everyone in Night City agrees on, and the members of the KK team also agree. However, they also acknowledge that the Terrorist SWAT team has indeed, to some extent, prevented the harm caused by cyberpsychosis and has indeed saved many lives. Since they are saving lives, then it's just a car; if it's broken, it's broken, it's not like it can't be repaired.

Oliver only regretted one thing: "It's a pity that Hera wasn't brought out. Otherwise, with Hera's armor, they wouldn't be able to damage her even if they stepped on her."

Even as Oliver was speaking, the Terrorist SWAT team had already arrived next to Oliver's car, Quartz.

Oliver's parking spot was actually quite strategic; it was positioned at the intersection where the best escape route would be in case of an incident. This was also the only way for the Terrorist Mobile Team to quickly rush into Twisty Street. This excellent terrain, chosen out of mercenary habit, was clearly also favored by the Terrorist Mobile Team, who also chose this fastest route. However, this route has now caused Quartz to suffer the consequences.

Just when Oliver and Carl thought that, given the nature of the Terrorist Mobile Team, they would pull off a cool bicycle-jump maneuver, they didn't expect that each of the four members of the Terrorist Mobile Team would leap over Quartz when they reached it, instead of choosing the more energy-efficient bicycle-jumping relay.

"Huh, have the Terrorist SWAT team guys changed their ways?"

Just as Oliver was finding it hard to believe that his car was unharmed, and that the terrorist squad had actually moved aside to give way to his vehicle, Carl noticed that the terrorist squad at the front was glancing in their direction.

The terrorist mobile unit also recognized them immediately after jumping off the hovercar and performing facial recognition.

"It seems they not only recognized us," Karl realized, "but their auditory-enhanced cybernetic devices even picked up our conversation. Are they doing us a favor?"

He laughed as he spoke, "That would be like the sun rising in the west."

“What you’re saying is wrong. They’re just cyberpsychotics, not stupid.” After hearing Carl’s words, Oliver understood why things were like this, so he corrected Carl: “Cyberpsychosis is just a personality disorder related to all mental and anxiety aspects, it doesn’t mean that their intelligence is affected.”

Unless they've completely lost their minds, they're still thinking. In other words, look at Adam Hammer, is he stupid? His fighting skills and situational awareness were so good that he single-handedly dominated us back then.

"Too."

Carl chuckled. "Thinking about it this way, sometimes I feel that these cyber-psychopaths in the Terrorist Mobile Squad are actually quite likable."

"If anyone else said they liked the Terrorist Unit, I would think they were crazy. But considering how disgusting those Cat Paw gang members were just now, I have to admit that the Terrorist Unit members are indeed more likable."

As Oliver said this, he began to move.

"Let's go, we've already done them a favor, might as well go and see what happened."

"join in the fun?"

"Let's see how it goes; maybe it's for saving someone."

Although Oliver didn't think there were that many cyberpsychotics in Night City who could escape and harm civilians while being surrounded by four members of the Violent Terrorist Unit, he figured one of them might be a highly skilled cyberpsychotic. He'd been done a favor, and he could just do them a favor in return.

They still hold the position of NCPD assistant personnel, and the Terrorist Mobile Squad, aside from anything else, is nominally also an NCPD member, although most Night City citizens subconsciously overlook this fact.

As for the assistants, they should naturally go and provide assistance as needed.

When Oliver and Carl arrived at the center of Twist Street, they found things were a bit unexpected.

This terrorist mobile unit did receive information about cyberpsychosis. They immediately set out, found an open space nearby, and went to stop the cyberpsychosis. However, judging from the situation, this cyberpsychosis doesn't seem to be very capable.

When Carl and Oliver arrived, the Terrorist Squad was just standing by, while the troublemaker, the cyber lunatic who had modified himself to have six eyes, was already lying on the ground.

Standing in the way of the cyberpsychotic was a young Black man with a government job.

His face was covered by a specially made yellow mask on both cheeks—the oval lenses above the mask glowed with a blood-red scanning light, constantly contracting and focusing like some kind of mechanical compound eye.

What's most eye-catching is his tactical vest covered in orange tubes. The four glowing tubes, like exposed veins, extend from his spine to his arms, pulsating with his breathing.

Judging from his demeanor, it was as if he had taken down the cyber psychopath before the arrival of the Terrorist SWAT team, and his speed was so great that even the Terrorist SWAT team, which responded at lightning speed, did not have time to intervene.

(End of this chapter)