Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 678, Section 92: Too incompetent.

While Andy intercepted the assassin's attempt on Nottingham-Wenrio, Oliver was also facing other people.

He didn't look in the direction of his father, nor did he even glance at the worry that came with activating the Sianweistein.

Because he believed in Andy, and believed in this friend.

Oliver is a very outgoing and sociable person who makes many friends. He also happens to have an outstanding 'superpower' that can be described as remarkable.

That is, every friend he makes is someone he can trust wholeheartedly and someone he can entrust with things.

He asked Andy to protect his father, and Andy agreed, so his father was absolutely safe.

If anything unexpected happened, it must be something bad that happened to Andy.

This is something Oliver is even less willing to see, so he will only choose to believe.

Just believe it; belief doesn't need a reason.

With his head tilted slightly, Oliver stared intently at the blade that had sliced ​​open the edge of his boonie hat. His eyes remained fixed on the blade that had nearly shaved off half his head and half his ear. His hand was slightly raised, and a neurotoxin dagger danced between his fingers.

Five neurotoxin knives were made in total, one for each member of the team. However, apart from Carl, who used them frequently, the others rarely used them. But that didn't mean they didn't know how to use them. For example, Oliver secretly practiced his knife skills in private to show off to his friends.

He raised his knife, the blade made of a special material colliding with the blade that was slashing down again. The two collided in mid-air and bounced away due to the force applied. As he felt a slight numbness in his hand, Oliver understood the skill level of the person in front of him who had been attacking him with a military dagger since the start of the fight.

'In terms of strength, they're probably not much different from me, maybe even a little weaker. And my strength is already among the lowest in the team. You could easily find someone on the street who's been using protein powder and animal-based growth potions to build muscle, and they're bigger than me. In other words, is their focus on agility?'

灵巧
Looking at this opponent, who even seemed slow to him in Sionstein, whose every attack was so clear and deliberate, Oliver drew his sword with a certain degree of caution.

As he prepared for a possible counterattack and the possibility of retreating at the slightest sign of trouble, his neurotoxin dagger easily pierced the heart of the person in front of him.

'Does he have an accessory heart?'

The thought that popped into his head immediately made Oliver pull out his knife and, just to be safe, stabbed himself three times in the left chest, the middle of the chest, and the abdomen. He had seen it done by Old Vieira; if a prosthetic physicist wanted to install a prosthetic heart, these three locations were the most suitable.

However, after stabbing him three times without feeling any real impact, Oliver, just to be on the safe side, quickly slit the throat of the person in front of him.

There was no resistance.

The pupils shrank sharply.

Oliver sensed something was wrong.

Even if the neurotoxin dagger released toxins upon being inserted into the ear, its effects shouldn't have been immediate due to dosage issues, especially given Sianwistan's slowed sensory processing. Could it be a side effect of Sianwistan that accelerated the toxin's spread, or...?
Oliver jerked his body backward.

He suspected that the other party had deliberately let him stab him in order to get him closer. Oliver had seen many Mewtwos, and many of them had mission personnel who would plant bombs in their bodies to detonate and take their opponents down with them.

Oh no, what if it's a bomb? At this distance, everyone else could be in danger. I need to warn them. No, it's too late!

Oliver stomped his foot on the ground, took two steps back, and then quickly charged forward again.

If the enemy exploded, the others fighting nearby might not have time to react. Carl, V, and Jack would be fine, but the others would suffer. They'd have to push the enemy away. Oliver was prepared to be affected by the explosion, and he was also prepared to raise his hand to shield himself and curl up to at least protect his upper body and face from shrapnel. But halfway there, he noticed the man's body was tilting, and his prosthetic eye's thermal sensors didn't detect any high-temperature reaction emanating from the man's body.

'thump. ’

As the body fell, Oliver paused slightly.

Qilusi Optical Prosthetic Eye Scan.

The other party has lost vital signs.

died?

what?
died? !
Oliver blinked.

Isn't it an elite squad? Doesn't it have a secondary heart and an internal self-destruct bomb?
Just die like this?
"Oliver, what are you doing? Don't stand still."

Upon hearing Jack's voice, Oliver turned his head and saw that Jack, who had already torn off his fat disguise, was holding a person's head in each hand. Judging from the condition of the two people who had already lost vital signs, Jack had grabbed their heads with both hands and slammed them together.

Next to Jack, there were already four or five corpses lying around V.

As for why it was four or five bodies instead of an exact number, it's because even with his treacherous optical prosthetic eye, Oliver would have difficulty discerning the exact 'human content' of the mutilated corpses on the ground.

"No, it's nothing."

Oliver instantly understood what was going on and felt a little embarrassed.

He was on guard for so long, only to find out that the other side was just too weak, which is why he felt something was wrong.

The reason why the opponent seems so weak is because that's exactly how weak they are.

Be careful when you're playing a game against yourself.

In his embarrassment, Oliver recalled how he had stabbed the other man in the heart, then stabbed him three more times out of concern, and finally slit his throat.

Thinking about it this way, it feels a little awkward, like I'm torturing the other person a bit.

But compared to V's corpse, which wasn't even whole, I should be considered kind, right? No, V's knife seemed very fast; it wouldn't cause the other party much pain.

While pondering this, Oliver also realized something.

That is, combat and experience can indeed improve one's skills. Even though he has always served as a sniper and medic in the squad, Oliver is now strong enough to cook for an elite squad as easily as chopping vegetables.

While V, Jack, and Oliver were working with Adcardo's men and the Sixth Street gang to besiege these elite individuals, Carl, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, noticed something.

The boxes containing ACPA documents moved.

(End of this chapter)