Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 733, Section 147: He must be enjoying himself.
Wise, or rather, Karl, whose appearance had changed once again, moved swiftly between floors after breaking free from the squad that was, to some extent, an obstacle and a surveillance unit. He felt an indescribable sense of freedom. Perhaps it was this feeling that he was looking forward to that led him to choose the gun of 'Freedom' when he was choosing his disguise.

'Yay, I snuck out on my way to work and got to play with it!'

It has to be said that just one night plus one morning and one noon, which is almost a full day's work, already made Carl feel what torture is. The torment, the pain of not wanting to do it but having to, gave Carl a sense of pleasure after he was released.

Ahhhhhh, we're free!
He roared inwardly, but Karl managed to suppress himself and didn't actually shout it out. However, this excitement manifested in his actions, making him even faster. None of the patrolling Netherhound squad, the surveillance cameras set up everywhere, or the hovercars circling in the sky could capture Karl's figure at this moment. Karl moved as fast as a rabbit frolicking in the forest.

'Isn't the rabbit that died while waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump a bit like yourself now?'

This thought popped into Karl's head for no apparent reason, and he stopped and took a slight breath.

He did not forget that his time outside was limited.

Karl's subordinates were far too eager and loyal. He only managed to find a chance to act on his own by ordering them to do so. And this time could not be too long, otherwise his subordinates would definitely come out looking for him. Communication could not be cut off, otherwise they would come out looking for him immediately. Under all these restrictions, his free time was like having a rope tied around his waist, and he could not run very far.

"Sigh, the work Mr. Kenichi Shiro gave me is truly exhausting. He's probably still leisurely dealing with tomorrow's tasks in Arasaka Tower, maybe even lying down drinking watermelon juice. Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable. I just cleaned my mouth of grime, and my stomach is growling with hunger and thirst."

Carl actually respected Kenichi Shiro very much, otherwise he wouldn't have added the title "Mr." when addressing Kenichi Shiro. However, the thought of Kenichi Shiro leisurely working on documents while enjoying the air conditioning and eating and drinking made Carl feel an indescribable sense of resentment.

But soon, Carl shook his head, forcing himself to cheer up.

After all, a mission is a mission, and he has to suppress his complaints for now—once he gets back, he'll definitely find a way to see Mr. Kenichi Shiro and, at the same time, sneak some snacks and drinks from him.
"No, considering Haruko is still making sweets every day, she probably doesn't have the same ones I keep at home. It's better to focus on drinks. But someone as old as Kenichi Shiro probably drinks tea."

Carl, with his preconceived notions about Kenichi Shiro based on his age, had already spotted where Slider was hiding.

During that mission with Li De, Slide said he no longer owed the FIA ​​and didn't want to get involved with them. But that was still between the FIA ​​and Li De. As for Carl, he still gave him his address and contact information. Although Carl couldn't contact him directly due to channel issues, finding an address wasn't a problem.

Hopefully the slider won't move its address so soon.
However, with this face, finding the slider and giving the information to Mr. Kenichi Shiro, who is comfortably drinking at Arasaka Tower, will be a troublesome matter. In addition, I also need to find a way to get supplies to go back to my subordinates. I am also hungry and need to mooch a meal.

Just as Carl was pondering how to avoid the hidden surveillance cameras around the slider base amidst his chaotic thoughts, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past the edge of his field of vision.

He instinctively pressed himself against the wall to hide, his shoes silently stepping into the shadows. Using the flickering neon lights around the outpost, Karl squinted—a figure was stealthily making its way towards the outpost before him.

The man was dressed in inconspicuous gray clothing, yet his movements carried a rhythm Karl was strangely familiar with, each step precisely landing in the blind spots of the surveillance cameras. 'He's one step ahead of me, and this skillful technique is no ordinary person,' Karl muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously reaching for the disguised EMP knife at his waist.

The man's infiltration route was almost a copy of his tactical approach, but his movements were three points faster than he had anticipated. What concerned him even more was the speed at which the man moved, a speed that he himself could not match.

Although Carl wasn't exactly a top-tier infiltration expert—after all, he had a history of failed infiltrations that resulted in his immediate exposure—he could predict that even a perfect infiltration wouldn't be as effective as the figure in gray clothing before him.

This is no coincidence. In Dogtown, you could count the number of people with this level of stealth skill on one hand, and for them to be at the slider outpost at this particular time...
"Li De?"

No.

It's not Li De.

Although the other person's movements felt familiar, Li De didn't have this kind of infiltration habit; it must be someone else.
He glanced at the communicator instinctively, hesitating whether to notify the support team, but in those few seconds of hesitation, the figure had already disappeared into the night as if melting into the darkness at the entrance of the ventilation duct on the side of the base.

It seems there's nothing to hesitate about anymore.

If Slider dies, it will be troublesome for me to send messages out of Dogtown. In order to appease Mr. Kenichi Shiro and let him know that I am working hard, I have to quickly tell him that I have been ordered to lead the team and related information.

He's already scouted the area for me, so I'll just follow his route.

With this in mind, Carl imitated the actions of the person in gray clothes, avoiding the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, and headed towards the location of the slider.

"call"

Crawling through the cramped ventilation duct, Kenichi Shiro tried his best to minimize the noise as he crawled. Looking at the dust that had settled on his clothes and face, he really wanted to stop trying to maintain the bare minimum of breathing to avoid making too much noise and instead let out a heavy sigh.

Strange, this shouldn't be happening. It should be the time to concentrate on action, but perhaps the energizer really made him think more youthfully. He suddenly became sentimental and thought of that kid Karl.

"Right now, that kid is probably lounging in his chair, comfortably drinking his beverage and eating the dessert Haruko gave him, that bastard."

(End of this chapter)