Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 798. 8. The Sun, It's the Sun

"I'm here to teach you the rules."

Karl's voice echoed between the marble columns, but it was like a stone falling into a deep pool—it didn't create the expected splash, only an eerie silence.

The terrorist mobile unit members stood still, their breathing rising and falling beneath their riot masks, like a group of rusty machines struggling to start up.

Their silence lasted too long.

The sound of the standard-issue boots rubbing against the floor could be heard, and the magazines on the tactical vests could be seen trembling slightly. These killing machines, which once struck fear into the hearts of the entire neighborhood, now seemed to have been paused, with the sound of gears churning and thinking emanating from each body.

They were like students facing a difficult problem posed by their teacher, carefully considering Karl's words with their once-mad brains.

Even though Karl's meaning was already very clear, there was basically nothing to think about.

They all understood what Karl meant.

When Carl said they needed to know the rules, he meant that they should all obey the new envoy, Andy.

But this didn't go as planned.

Their initial plan was that even if they were to be shackled again, they would still have a certain degree of freedom. But now, it seems that the new envoy will be subject to the same constraints as the previous envoys, or even more severe than the constraints imposed on them by the former envoys.

How could they possibly accept that?

At such a good time, they all tacitly agreed not to be on duty, just so that the shackles around their necks could be loosened. But when Karl came, not only could they not loosen them, but they had to tighten them.
"This shouldn't be your concern, KK."

After a long silence and contemplation, a member of the Terrorist Mobile Squad finally spoke up, and that person happened to be an acquaintance of Karl's.

"Melissa Rory".

Carl turned to look at the cyber psychopath who had once tried to attack him but was scared away by him, was eventually subdued by Andy, and then recruited into the Terrorist Mobile Squad. His gaze swept over her slightly perky chest, which showed a beautiful curve, and he noticed the job information marked on her clothes.

Based on his understanding of the Terrorist Response Unit (TRU), the TRU's duties are slightly different from those of the NCPD, but they lead to the same goal. Melissa Rory's current position should be that of a police inspector.

Police inspector—that's a position that can't be considered lowly.

Their position represents frontline supervisors, responsible for overseeing a team of police officers. Their position is also known as a police inspector.

What level is a police inspector?
When Carl and Mr. Johnson first met, Mr. Johnson was a constable. He had been on the NCPD for eleven years and served as a patrol officer in the Santo Domingo district for sixteen years before being promoted to constable. In other words, Mr. Johnson joined the NCPD at the age of eighteen and it took him twenty-seven years to become a constable.

According to Carl's recollection, Melissa Rory, the woman in front of him, had probably been with the Terrorist Mobile Squad for less than a year.

One year is equivalent to twenty-seven years. Although there are many factors involved, such as Mr. Johnson not giving bribes to his superiors and the fact that people in the Terrorist Mobile Unit get promoted quickly but die quickly, Melissa Rory's promotion speed is simply too exaggerated in comparison.

This speed made Karl almost subconsciously compare Johnson and Melissa Rory after seeing the job title marked on Melissa Rory's chest.

After comparing them, I feel a little sorry for Mr. Johnson.

With this thought in mind, Carl replied to Melissa Rory's question, "This is not your business."

"I'm sorry, Miss Melissa."

Carl took out his phone and briefly showed off his belongings: "NCPD assistant, I'm officially registered."

On the phone screen, the NCPD logo shone brightly in the blue light, below which were the words "Assistant: Carl" and a string of flashing red authorization codes. This so-called "nominal" identity was marked as a "Top-Tier Collaboration Unit" in the new system implemented by the NCPD—a level of authority that would silence ordinary police officers.

"I think this identity should be enough for me to answer a police inspector's question."

Carl smiled and said, “I remember when I met you on the street, Miss Melissa, I asked you about the NCPD’s control measures. Your answer was still that you didn’t care about control, as long as the people who came could fight. You also mentioned that the NCPD director once sent an elite to control the situation, but his ashes were scattered.”

Carl's smile gradually widened, his mouth almost reaching his ears—but vanished the instant he finished speaking.

He put his hands behind his back.

A moment.

V drew his katana, its cold light slicing through the air.

Andy's rifle clicked to switch to lethal mode, the scope turning crimson.

Jack's 'Golden Fierce Wife' pistol cocked with a crisp sound like a spine breaking.

Oliver's smart submachine gun had locked onto everyone around him.

Johnny's turrets popped out, their fully charged hum sounding like the whisper of death.

Just as everyone was about to make their move, Karl's voice rang out softly, as gentle as a lover's whisper—

I'm very curious.

He looked up at the skylight in the open-plan hall; the afternoon sun cast the shadows of his eyelashes onto his cheekbones.

"There are seventy-six of you here, facing us. Who can say these words? Who dares to say these words?"

The blatant threat was laid bare before every member of the Terrorist Mobile Squad. Even Melissa Roli, who had just spoken, was momentarily stunned by the murderous intent that Karl and the others displayed.

They, the Terrorist Mobile Squad, have always been the ones intimidating others, making them feel scared and wet their pants. No one has ever been able to instill fear in them.

Because they are madmen, people who have already escaped death, they have no reason to be afraid.

No?
That's how it should be.

But now, every one of the seventy-six members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit present felt a chilling cold.

That was a naked, unwavering killing intent.

Under this murderous intent, everyone understood one thing.

KK and his gang were really planning to take action, and
They were all confident that they had killed all seventy-six of them.

How arrogant! So arrogant it's unbelievable.

But when that young man stood there and said those words, not a single member of the Terrorist Mobile Unit had any doubts, as if it were something that should be taken for granted.

It's as natural as people not asking why the sun is the sun.

(End of this chapter)