The All-Master of Cyberpunk

Chapter 7

All masters of Cyberpunk,

Episode 7

7. A Third-rate Ending for a Third-rate Villain

“A deal?”

His face crumples at my words.

Or maybe he’s always had a crumpled face. Maybe he was born with an angry face.

Well, it doesn’t matter now.

I turn to Oh Ki-young and offer him a deal.

“I won’t hurt you if you give me the guy in garage number five.”

“Garage 5... how!”

The man’s surprise was palpable.

Garage 5 is where the Halberd Davidsons are stored, which are considered luxury motorcycles in Seoul 2056.

In the game, it’s a kind of “hidden reward” that can be unlocked with a key that can be obtained from the office after wiping out the junkyard.

“There’s a way to do it,” I answered leisurely, looking at Oh Ki-young, who couldn’t hide his embarrassment.

“I have a way of knowing, so do you want me to go find it myself? Or do you want me to hand it over to you?”

In the best-case scenario, Oh would hand over the motorcycle himself.

There’s no fighting, and no one gets hurt. Like I said, there’s no need to start a fight.

But, of course,

“Oh, that’s a little awkward.”

“Oh well, whatever.”

I threw the metal pipe I was holding to the ground and assumed a fighting stance.

gang leader who looks like that.

Only the most marginal members of a gang can land a good hit with a metal pipe picked up off the street.

It’s much more reliable to actively use the shockwave ability to repel them.

“You’re trying to pull a fast one, aren’t you?”

As I immediately jumped into a combat stance, Oh Ki-Young spat out a phlegm and began to glare.

“Are you sure you’re an A-class hunter?” Bring me your Hunter registration. I’ll give you a good deal if you do.”

“Why would you do that? You turned down the offer first.”

“Heh, heh, heh... I can tell it’s a fake! Are you trying to pull the wool over anyone’s eyes, you guys? Just fuck off!”

I knew this was going to happen.

When you tell a guy with nothing but a gao to obey you, he usually growls and bares his teeth.

He’d have to pay for his fearlessness.

“Mr. Haan, take care.”

“Ouch.”

Mr. Haan shakes his head in pain as I shake my head.

Soon, the gang members, who had surrounded us in a circle, began to rush forward.

“Ma!! We’re too much for you!”

“You bastards! Kill them both!”

Taang!!!

And just like that, haan’s pistol burst into flames.@@@@

The tip of haan’s gun glowed, and the trigger squeezed judgment.

A trickle of cerebral fluid dripped from the crushed skulls of the unfortunate Extras who had rushed in without realizing it.

“Tsk.”

As she clicks her tongue in disgust, I can’t help but laugh out loud.

Now she’s starting to show her true colors.

There was no mercy in haan’s shooting. With each pull of the trigger, gang members dropped to the ground like marionettes with their threads cut.

Bang, bang, bang!

Emptying her entire magazine in a matter of seconds, she fought through the hail of bullets and threw the pistol at the head of the gang member who had managed to get to her.

Woof!

Then she lunged at him, snapping his neck.

“This is a body jammer! Don’t be a dick!”

This is Oh Ki-young, barely into his early 20s.

He was a douchebag, a hothead, and a man with no connections, but he was more confident than anyone else when it came to bluffing and blackmail.

His tongue was a weapon down here anyway. If they were really A-list hunters, they wouldn’t be unaware of the tricky nature of body jammers.

I’d use it to buy time to talk, and as soon as I saw an opening, I’d activate the jammer to neutralize it.

It was a perfect plan.

Until the person you’ve been blackmailing asks you, innocently enough, “What was that about?

“What was that for?”

“Jae, it’s a jammer, and if you don’t want to turn that expensive tech body you’re wearing into scrap metal, back off!”

The man flinched at Oh’s threat and looked at the woman.

“Mr. Haan, you don’t really care, do you?”

“Yeah, it’s not like there’s anything special about what you can get in this neighborhood; it won’t even hurt your head.”

“Then taste it, you bastards!”

Seeing that they were having a casual conversation despite his threats, Oh finally activated the jammer.

Woong!

“......???”

Sure enough, nothing happened!

“No way!”

Oh Ki-young’s pupils dilated frantically.

He had heard that it was capable of neutralizing even a B-class military TechBody.

If that was the case, didn’t that mean that both of them were wearing TechBodies above that level?

Oh, Ki young’s eyes widened.

Of course, that was a half-assed guess.

Daejeon, this is Lee Do-jin, an agent directly under the (new) government.

He’s a top-notch hacker, so the tech bodies he wears are S-class. Their standard EMP shielding is impenetrable to even the most advanced military body jammers.

And what about Lee Do-jin? He doesn’t even have the most basic economy chip, let alone a TechBody.

He never bothered with jammers in the first place.

“I never thought this trait would be so useful.”

The man muttered something in English and approached Oh Ki-young.

“What are you doing, man? Stop him!”

He screamed and cursed in fear, but there were no more underdog bikers listening to him.

As a third-rate gang that has been pushed aside in a power struggle, the Underdog Bikers don’t have much cohesion.

Now that they’re so deeply embittered, what kind of subordinate would stand up for a scumbag boss?

“Yi, yi, yi...! Yi profit!!!”

Finally, Oh Ki-young, his face red with anger, made a last-ditch effort to lunge at Lee Do-jin.

It was slow.

And too crude.

Oh gritted his teeth, but a quick step backwards was all he needed to dodge the attack.

His arms flailed in the air, instantly losing their target.

A counter from Lee Do-jin followed with his full weight.

Oh, Ki-young couldn’t even scream as he crumpled to the ground.

His face was fractured, and red blood poured from his nose and mouth.

Orbital fracture and concussion.

He might even have suffered permanent brain damage.

Lee Do-jin looked at Oh Ki-young pitifully, then turned to the rest of the group and said,.

“Anyone else want to bark?”

“No, no, no, no!”

“Elder brother, we’re just a motorcycle club! That bastard, Oh Ki-young, was the only one with a lot of problems in the first place!”

The bulldog that threatened to devour Buk-gu collapsed in a pool of blood.

It didn’t take long for the bikers, who had become a nuisance to one official, to voluntarily disarm.