The power of the Scorpio-type pulse pistol is adjusted through a knob. Its lowest setting is only enough to shatter a cheap mug, while its highest power can blast a person out of a light-transmitting weapon from a distance of 500 meters.

A big hole is coming.

Normally, Old Snake doesn't want to kill anyone when performing a mission, but he also doesn't want the other party to see this. Therefore, he likes to adjust the knob of the pistol to a very subtle position - which can cause enough damage.

Intimidating, but not too violent and causing failure.

However, when the opponent is a stupid young man who dares to directly grab the gun when he has a gun pointed at his head, all his preparations are meaningless.

Pull the trigger, and the high-energy pulse beam hits the opponent's head impartially. The pulse beam vaporizes the opponent's scalp in an instant, drills through the hard skull, and then penetrates the opponent's brain easily - just like an arrow.

It was as relaxing as the morning mist.

As expected, the other party fell on his back.

Under normal circumstances, no, even under less ordinary circumstances, the opponent should be 100% dead after receiving this level of damage.

but……

"I'm cnm, lie back and don't get up! Lie down! Otherwise I will continue to shoot! I'm cnm!"

Seeing that the young man with half of his head penetrated was trying to get up, the old snake pointed the gun at him in horror and shouted emotionally.

In fact, after seeing such a strange scene, he did not continue to pull the trigger and directly emptied the magazine, which was considered calm enough.

The young man who sat up from the ground looked at him with a confused expression, as confused as a person who had just woken up from a nap.

It wasn't until the old snake yelled several times that the other person finally tilted his head. Then the person pointed to his ears, as if to indicate that he didn't hear clearly.

This is natural. The previous shot was fired almost close to the opponent's ear. The roar of the gunshot in the room made the old snake's own ears buzz - it is extremely normal for the opponent to become temporarily deaf due to this.

matter.

But this action of the other party made the old snake calm down a little.

Although it is incredible to be able to get up again after being blasted through the head, in the final analysis, the young man from the Icarus Liberation Front in front of him is just a native with a mortal body.

If this is the case, then what else does he need to be afraid of?

After realizing this, the old snake broke free from his previous panic.

The current situation is that the opponent is unarmed, does not have any prosthetic modifications on his body, and has a hole in his head - no matter what supernatural factors the opponent is still alive due to, but with the penetrating wound on his head, it is always

It's impossible to become stronger because of this, right?

In comparison, both of his hands have been enhanced with prosthetics - although he is not an "adjustment person", he cannot use the prostheses like those who have undergone neurological adjustments.

It is as smooth as the flesh, and can move naturally by relying on thoughts. But to deal with a native whose whole body is almost original, it is still easy to catch.

Not to mention, now I still hold a Scorpio-type pulse pistol in my hand - a high-end Seiko product, a Zodiac limited edition smart weapon launched by Mars War Technology Company in the 40th year of the New Calendar. It can be used with

The arm prosthesis is connected and the arm is controlled to automatically aim and correct the gun line. After turning on the fully intelligent mode, the force can also be adjusted by evaluating the enemy's threat level.

It can be said that with such a gun, the middlemen in the Nord settlement area will give it priority when considering delegating tasks. Just like in the Edo period, when landlord families hired ronin, they would give it priority according to the quality of the opponent's sword.

The same goes for assessing the martial arts level of a ronin.

Thinking of this, the old snake tightened the handle of the gun in his hand.

At this moment, the sophistication and calmness of a street mercenary returned to him, and he could even devote his energy to deduce what possible comeback the other party might have at the moment.

Trying to rush over and grab the gun again? What a joke, unless the opponent immediately inserts a military-grade "tactical memory" that specializes in close-range unarmed combat, otherwise he, as a native, will not even have the qualifications to resist.

But this is also completely impossible, because Old Snake has clearly seen before that this man only has one memory slot installed. And the memory packaged inside happens to be the target of his mission - Icarus

The legacy of Frelimo.

Thinking of this, he estimated that the other party's hearing was about to recover, so the old snake cleared his throat and persuaded loudly:

"Don't be stubborn, young man, give me your memory.

"If you mess with the companies under the Order of Olympus, you, the Icarus Liberation Front, are completely done. It doesn't matter whether that thing has any meaning. What's more, God knows how many gangs out there are coveting the legacy you left behind.

It would be easier to hand it over early... You don’t want to die on the street like this, do you?"

As the old snake spoke, he stretched out the hand that was not holding the gun toward the other party.

A man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade. This is an eternal principle of human society.

When Icarus was at its peak, the entire bottom level of the Nord settlement area was their sphere of influence. At that time, all the gangs at the bottom level would restrain themselves to a certain extent and settle down.

And now that Icarus has been wiped out, how can those gangs who have been silent for so long not take the opportunity to add insult to injury and fight for the inheritance?

Especially when they heard the news that Icarus also had a small "universal printer" in his hand, almost all gangs flocked to it - this kind of machine powered by super artificial intelligence in the era of "Big Impact"

The miracles performed by "Janus", even if only one unit is obtained, are enough for the force that owns it to become a legal violent group qualified to sign a security employment contract with the resettlement area government.

Therefore, the employer currently offering bounties for the remaining members of Icarus is not even the "Pluto Deep Diving Company", but other gangs in the Nord settlement area - for those super companies, this kind of

The degree is not important. The key is to regain face in this matter and act as a deterrent to potential resisters.

But for the gangs in the resettlement area, and even for the government of the resettlement area, a "universal printer" that can concretely shape the design blueprints of AI technology relics in the "Abyss Dark Web" in the basic reality is no longer a problem.

It's not precious.

At this moment, the memory of the young man's slot in front of Old Snake seemed to contain clues related to the "universal printer".

"Give me that memory, and I promise to let you live."

Without thinking at all about how credible his words were after blowing the opponent's mind, the old snake persuaded him again.

At this time, the young man who had regained consciousness after his headshot was no longer as excited as before.

"Who hired you? How did you know I was here?"

The man asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"This is not a problem you should worry about. Give me the memory and don't force me to make a second hole in your head."

The old snake continued to threaten with a serious expression, and at the same time quietly pushed the knob to increase the power of the pistol with his thumb.

If even the piercing damage to the head couldn't kill the opponent, then the power of the weapon should be adjusted to a level sufficient to blow the opponent's head to pieces with one shot - he didn't believe that the opponent could get up again like this.

"Only three people should know the location of this safe house. Black Falcon-136 from the operations team, Chinatsu Sakura from the hacker team, and Booker from the intelligence team... In other words, Booker hired you, right?"

The young man seemed to be a different person compared to before. He first looked around calmly, then ignored the warning of the gun and stood up dragging his lame right leg.

"have no idea."

The old snake's tone sounded more like "Shut up."

Of course, on the other hand, he really didn't know either.

This can be regarded as a rule in their profession. The less information the employer and employee know about each other, the safer it is. Generally speaking, the necessary exchange of information is completed through intermediaries.

"That's right...if it were that guy, he wouldn't be able to show up on his own."

The man laughed at himself and said to himself.

Seeing the other party's confident reaction, Old Snake was a little confused. If it weren't for the drone he had released earlier that was still on guard outside, he might have suspected that the other party was waiting for reinforcements.

Just when he was about to say some harsh words to threaten him, the man directly reached out to his memory slot and pulled out a flashing silver memory from it.

"Don't you want this? Here it is, take it!"

Before the old snake could react, the man threw the memory directly towards his face.
Chapter completed!