Dusk evening.
The remaining light of the sun falls on the city, plating the magnificent urban buildings with a touch of lazy gold.
In the company square, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the surrounding towering buildings, casting a gray-yellow light ball. The dark metal and glass curtain wall seems to be coated with gold powder, aloof and lonely.
At the circular disk in the center of the square, bustling passers-by gradually began to move around the circular basin, converging into a scattered but dense flow of people. The noisy footsteps and voices gradually overshadowed the endless traffic on the peripheral roads.
For most company employees, it’s not time to get off work yet.
But for people's daily habits, it happens to be time to enjoy dinner at this moment.
Even if any company wants its employees to be at work all the time, they can't reverse this time-honored living habit.
This is a rare time when the flow of people is high. Not only the disc in the center of the company square, but also the restaurants in the nearby commercial buildings are experiencing their peak popularity during the day.
——Ordinary employees from various companies took advantage of their free time during dinner. Many of them brought convenient lunch boxes to the small park in Yuanpan to eat, and many people chose a dining location not far from the square. Concordia Park.
There is a lot of people, bustling, bells ringing, and food, but that's it.
A plain-looking middle-aged man wearing a compact work uniform and an ordinary face came to the ring.
His hair is slightly pale and his beard is slightly thick. He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. He is holding a packed lunch box in one hand and a bloated tool bag in the other hand, seemingly casually. I found an empty bench and sat down on it.
There were many passers-by like him, most of them were ordinary employees in a hurry.
After these people took the time to buy lunch boxes, like dying people who are greedy for the last remaining time, they must choose the best dining environment and dine in front of the sunset. It seems that this way they can not waste their rare rest time.
Compared with these people, the man seemed much calmer and more leisurely. He opened the lunch box unhurriedly, picked up the tableware and ate alone.
His face was solemn and expressionless, and the aura of keeping strangers away from him made passers-by afraid to sit with him. His bloated tool bag was placed on the bench, occupying the remaining empty seats.
While the man was eating, he looked at the rows of towering company buildings not far away.
Only at this moment, his dull eyes would be as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, as if he were overlooking his prey from a high place.
Time passed bit by bit, and the lunch box was almost full. He grasped the time well and threw the empty disposable lunch box into the trash can not far away. With one hit, the lunch box was thrown into the air. There wasn't even a collision.
He pulled the tool bag aside, held it in his arms and rummaged through it in a hunched posture, which was time-consuming and laborious, like a tired old man clumsily looking for the items he wanted in his backpack, or like a A miser struggled to take out coins from his old wallet.
In fact, however, his hands and feet were not clumsy.
Inside the tool kit, which is invisible to everyone, his hands are as dexterous as robot arms, quickly assembling the parts one by one.
Until the end, the prototype of a threatening technical firearm was assembled, with only a few parts left to be installed.
Only then did the man stop what he was doing and put the tool bag on the other side.
The length of this specially made technical sniper rifle was beyond what his tool kit could accommodate.
Therefore, there were only a few parts left that he could work on slowly, so he didn't need to rush yet.
The man finally stood up, picked up his tool bag and walked to the outer edge of the disk, finally stopping in front of the glass guardrail. It seemed that he had just finished his meal and wanted to continue to enjoy the afterglow of the setting sun.
...
The man is a killer, a top international killer hired by Moore Technology.
He couldn't even remember how many times he had done tasks like this.
So to this day, he understands very well that staying calm at all times is the best quality for a killer.
He can work as a waiter on a luxury yacht, pour poison into the target's wine glass while chatting and laughing, and after the task is completed, skillfully get on the escape vehicle and leave the scene; he can also disguise himself as an ordinary passerby, pass by inadvertently, and then Activate the portable transmitter in your pocket and prick the poisonous needle into the target only one meter away...
All tasks can be completed easily and inadvertently. For example, those corporate representatives in the business field are always competing for the few profits in an atmosphere of argumentation and verbal bickering.
But the real big shots will finalize big deals at cocktail parties and dinners, surrounded by the sound of sweet music and the whispers of beautiful women. They are always so unhurried. .
This is his first time coming to Night City to perform a mission.
He has heard a lot about this city-state that claims to be the freest in the world, and he also knows about many major events that have happened here.
Unfortunately, the other side of freedom is chaos...
Overall, this is a place suitable for people like them looking for opportunities, but not suitable for retirement.
Mercenary teams all over the world are looking forward to this place, but also stay away from it, because in this kind of place, unless your strength is strong to a certain extent, otherwise, you never know when you will capsize in the gutter.
However, truly smart and powerful people would choose to stay away from here.
...
The man leaned on the glass guardrail and looked into the distance, not admiring the dusk scene, but observing the movement.
His prosthetic eyes accurately scanned the company building in the distance. The vehicles passing by on the road outside the building were not slow and numerous. It was not easy to accurately find the target vehicle.
But he can.
According to the information sent by the client, the target will return to the company building within the current time period. As long as the information is correct, it is time for him to take action.
The man already knew the final outcome of yesterday's assassination operation.
He was disdainful of this and scorned it as the most barbaric and vulgar practice.
A small hacker component could not completely seize control of the aerial vehicle, and it had no choice but to end up on the roof of the building.
But if it were him, he would not be stupid enough to perform the task on the roof of the building. He would only arrange a trap on the roof of the building in advance, sip a drink in the distance, and then press the button to activate the trap.
This is what a killer should do.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the man squatted down, as if tying shoelaces, put his hands into the tool bag in a subtle way, and quickly spliced the remaining parts together.
Most of the sniper rifle's body is hidden in the backpack, and only a slender barrel is exposed. If you don't look carefully, it will just be regarded as a stick.
It doesn't matter if it's a gun, thanks to the city's laws, ordinary people can carry guns on the streets.
The tool bag was placed casually on the guardrail, and the technical sniper rifle inside was placed on a small base, with the muzzle pointed at the opposite road.
The man's prosthetic eyes began to flow with data like water, and the technical firearms in the tool kit began to shift and calibrate their positions under the control of the auxiliary aiming external system.
He doesn't need a scope or put the gun in his hand to aim.
His prosthetic eye is the scope. As soon as he sees the target, the auxiliary aiming external system linked to the processor in his brain can follow the locking of his prosthetic eye, calibrate the direction of the sniper rifle, lock on the target, and then fire.
Everything will be done in a leisurely manner, with the target's head cracking open and blood splattering on the vehicle's windows without warning.
He just needs to press the button while enjoying the change from dusk to night in a leisurely and relaxed manner.
Elegance and calmness are the rules of conduct for men.
If it weren't for the need for identity play, men would want to light up a cigarette in this strange city and enjoy the bustling city scenery around the square.
The breeze blew slowly, which seemed to be a sign of the arrival of night. The night wind was slightly cold.
"Brother, your gun is so handsome! I'm sorry, where did you buy it? Please introduce me." As the breeze blew, there was a clear young male voice, who asked beside the man with interest. .
The man opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to reply, but in an instant, his body froze.
He turned his head slowly and looked to the side with fearful and horrified eyes, as if he had encountered a ghost.
A very handsome young man with a childish face. He placed a samurai sword beside him and leaned on the guardrail. His eyes followed the man's line of sight and looked at the company building in the distance, with the sunset in the background.
When did he come to my side?
The man was horrified, and he naturally realized what this seemingly ordinary thing meant for the young man to come to him quietly.
If you can walk to him silently, you can naturally stab that katana into his heart silently!
The so-called poise, self-control and skills of a top killer... at this moment, in such ghostly behavior, they are just in vain!
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