Chapter 13: Detachment

Do you like drag racing?

Kluet's words, liked it very much.

The roaring engine, the speeding streetscape, every vibration of the body, and every wear and tear of the tires.

As a young man, Klute used to be obsessed with drag racing. Although he couldn't get a good car for various reasons, it didn't matter if it was a rented broken car, he still had fun.

"Aha!!"

It was a dangerous situation, but Kluet's emotions were rising. Skillfully controlling the pedals under his feet, Klute made his way through the rushing traffic.

It's 3 p.m., and the traffic on the streets of Neo-Tokyo isn't crowded. But even so, it's still quite dangerous to drag race here. If I have to describe it, it's still the category of action movies.

Traffic, speeding, and enemies in pursuit.

If you want to say that you are still close to the movie...... Well, there is still a lack of a qualified heroine.

"Daddy, stay steady!!"

Shooting a gun from a speeding armored jeep is not a pleasant experience, and even a Griffin humanoid can be hard.

PKP wrapped her legs around the steel pipe that was used to support her, but even so, the violent shaking made her miserable.

Lines of fire slashed past her, occasionally hitting the roof of the car, bursting into intense sparks.

There's no spare body to replace here, so if you don't want to get out early, you'll have to be careful.

"Ahhh

The enemy has three vehicles, all of which are re-modified with civilian versions of military vehicles. PKP didn't know where they got these things, how they modified them, and the current situation didn't allow her to think too much.

Gotta kill them.

If we don't kill them, we will be the ones who will be killed.

While thinking so, PKP moved the muzzle of the gun and adjusted the firing range under the guidance of the fire control chip.

Predicted ballistic lines are formed in her eyeballs, and AR technology enhances her fire control capabilities.

'Driver's seat...... Sure enough, it was blocked.'

The nearest Humvee was about thirty meters away, and not only the driver's seat, but the entire front was already covered by armor. The windshield of that car is not even visible from the point of view of the PKP. According to common sense, it should be a camera framing.

'Can you penetrate it?'

It seems to be hard.

After all, the Humvee has been magically modified, and in order to enhance the protection against bullets, the armor welded on it is definitely not thinner than the genuine version.

Then you can only hit the tires.

But it's not easy.

So before you try, let's take out the machine heavy on the other side, anyway, let's take the pressure off first.

"W-what-"

Aim at the trajectory and pull the trigger.

The speeding bullet made an arc of light. Even with the AR eyepiece augmentation, the shooting ability of a human cannot be compared to that of a humanoid.

It took only ten rounds to complete the calibration, and from the eleventh round, the line of fire pulled out by PKP hit the target she was aiming for.

A sharp and reliable 7.62 bullet hit the guy in the chest, and the powerful impact sent him backwards, hitting the edge of the skylight.

Reliable bulletproof armor withstood PKP's shots, but the impact of the bullet still made him incapacitated, and the whole person slipped into the car.

It's a bit of a pity.

PKP thought: If the location of the hit is not the chest, but the head or neck, the attack just now may be more effective.

But now is undoubtedly not the time to think about this, although PKP is a little unhappy in his heart, he still turns his body and locks on to the next target.

'Is it fifty meters this time?'

This is a little farther. So PKP took a strafing shot directly.

The speeding bullets clanged into the jeep, and although not a single shot penetrated, it also forced the other party to slow down.

There were screams and curses everywhere.

In order to escape the fighting between the two sides, there was a noticeable confusion in the traffic flow on the streets. Motor vehicles desperately avoided each other, rubbing and colliding with each other, resulting in a series of car accidents.

Klute took advantage of the chaos to increase the throttle and forced a breakthrough. Because of his movements, a sedan swerved sharply to the left, and it hit the barrier headlong, and the whole car flipped over.

"Got rid of ——!"

Just behind Kluet, a major traffic accident occurred. The overturned sedan lay across the street, blocking the subsequent traffic.

Flames rose into the sky, and smoke billowed in.

Looking at that posture, it is obviously impossible to be immortal. But Klute doesn't have time to feel guilty about it—and while it's true that they did it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't do nothing.

After all, his client was still in the car.

On the matter, one yard is one yard. Although he was sorry for this kind of thing, if he had to think about this kind of development in advance and prevent it in advance, then Kluet would not have to do anything.

What else does he do as a mercenary?

It's better to go to the Red Cross and do voluntary work.

"Safe, are you safe?"

Miss Overseer has curled up in a ball because of the firefight just now. She shuddered, clutching her head and crouching in the air raid in front of her seat.

It wasn't until the gunfire died down that the timid young lady who didn't look like a human figure cautiously asked. Even now, she didn't dare to raise her head, and her voice trembled terribly.

"What are you afraid of...... Of course it's safe. ”

Chicago on the side seemed to be very fond of this child. She looked at the girl speechlessly and scratched her hair.

"It's still pretty sturdy, and I mean, if a bullet can really penetrate the armor, there's no point in you hiding there." ”

"Say, say so......"

"So sit down, what are you doing squatting, going to the bathroom?"

"Talent...... It's not ......."

The girl's face turned red, and she stood up in a panic and sat back in her seat.

And it was only then that a question suddenly occurred to Chicago.

"By the way, what's your name?"

“……”

yes, I don't think I've ever introduced myself.

Although there is generally no need to introduce yourself.

"I'm a non-commissioned officer of the New Tokyo Garrison, please call me July. ”

"Oh~ My name is Thomson. ”

"Put away your weird mouth thomson, I told you, that's not a good habit. ”

PPK glared from the front row, his eyes very dangerous.

"Ann, la, la. ”

"It's okay if you learn mafia, but it's definitely not okay for gangsters!"

"Yes yes~"

But Thomson was still very skinny, waving his hand, and he looked very comfortable.

"Anyway, Miss July, although I have considered this situation in advance. I'm sorry if it happened, do you want to think about getting off? I don't know much about your prosthetic reserves, but the rest of the journey is going to be quite dangerous. I suggest you think about it. ”

Instead of continuing to bother her, PPK turned his attention back to July.

She knew that the military figures of New Tokyo, especially non-combat units like Miss July, had a very difficult life.

Lack of personal assets and lack of salary. Although the rank hangs a non-commissioned officer, this is also of no practical significance. Such humanoids are always burdened with the most tedious and boring tasks, and when a crisis strikes, they are likely to die without a backup prosthetic.

After all, the military will not open a server for them to store their mental cloud maps. And the meager salary also makes it impossible for them to rent a good enough server to be able to upload themselves at any time.

Just like ordinary humans, they can only use their fragile electronic brains to carry their lives, and once they lose this last carrier, their lives will disappear like fireworks.

Who told them that their lives were so cheap, rather than letting them survive who might hold grudges, it was better to buy a new prosthetic body. A new personality is then activated in the electronic brain.

PPK has not experienced those, but there are several 'netizens' who were born in the army.

Out of the kindness of being handy, she wants to keep Miss July out of the way.

But, just as humanity expects.

Miss July is a 'good human' who desires to be loyal to humanity, even if it means death.

"Thank you, but it's my job, and I have to oversee your actions in the city. ”

Although she was a little shrunken and subconsciously put her hands on her chest, Miss July still shook her head with a firm face.

"Yes. ”

So, PPK didn't want to say anything more.

She turned her head and looked at Kluet, making eye contact with her father, who had been watching her with all his spare eyes.

“……”

“……”

Am I lucky?

Yes, not only me. The entire team of Parallelists was lucky.

Silently confirming this, PPK smiled. Although she is a little worried about Miss July's future, her father's attention still warms the girl's feelings.

This is not an overheating illusion from the processing chip, but a soul made up of electrons that is deeply moved.

"Boss, what's next? ”

PPK pulls out an automatic pistol from under her skirt - despite its name, it is a PX 50 modified pistol.

The barrel has grown, the magazine has been expanded, and an electronic sight has been added to the tactical rail, and the receiving chip that matches the sight is installed in her expansion slot.

"The soldiers are coming. ”

Klute cracked the corners of his mouth and extended his right fist to PPK.

The girl smiled and threw her fist at it.

"Water comes to cover the earth. ”

I am in the form of a father who belongs.

It's just wonderful.

……

……

[I said ppk]

【What?】

[Don't monopolize Daddy alone, okay, we're still watching in the back row]

[What does that have to do with me?]

[Wow, this guy has poor quality!]