Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 931, Section 141: Locking the Location
Following the transmission lines discovered in the monitoring room, Carl and his men finally lifted a cover connecting to the roof and went up to the top floor.

They spotted a signal transmitter at the edge of the rooftop. Upon seeing it, one of Karl's experienced subordinates explained the origin and function of the device.

“Lord Karl, this is an old-fashioned signal transmitter that can transmit UHF signals over short distances. This signal cannot be intercepted, but it can only be transmitted within line of sight. The place where the other party receives the signal may be right where we can see it.”

An experienced subordinate squatted beside the equipment, his fingers lightly tracing the rusty casing, seemingly inspecting something. Karl looked at the bulky, rusty device, which was almost two people tall, and nodded slightly: "So, we now need to search for a receiving point nearby?"

He looked around at the towering skyscrapers—among these high-rises, there were countless places within 'visual range,' and by the time they finished checking them one by one, the target had long since vanished without a trace.

Is the trail going to end here?

Just as Karl was feeling regretful, his subordinate suddenly spoke up: "Lord Karl, I have pinpointed the approximate location of the enemy's signal reception."

"So fast?" Karl was somewhat surprised.

The entire block of buildings is within sight; this subordinate's efficiency is simply too high.

Noticing Karl's confusion, his subordinate quickly operated the detection equipment while explaining, "This is something that military technology used to use. It's almost fifty years old. Although it's old, we've specifically covered this kind of equipment in our training."

He tapped an inconspicuous interface on the side of the device with his fingertip: "This kind of device has a key vulnerability. Although its transmission signal cannot be intercepted, there must be a transmitter to help amplify the signal transmission point. So we only need to lock the transmitter that receives the signal."

Military technology products from nearly 50 years ago, is there any training available for them?
This is way too targeted.

However, when Karl thought about his subordinate's background, he instantly understood.

So this is another Arasaka special attack on military technology, huh? As expected of an elite member from Arasaka, they are indeed professionals in this area.

Even military technology experts couldn't do this themselves.

After explaining to Carl, the subordinate suddenly paused. The detector in his hand emitted a regular beeping sound. He looked up in one direction: "Found it, ten o'clock, three kilometers away as the crow flies, the top floor of that apartment building."

Following the direction his subordinates had identified, Karl spotted a strange device resembling an antenna on the rooftop of a building. Nearby, a black car, seemingly aware of something, was reversing and preparing to leave.

"Lock onto that car."

Karl's gaze sharpened instantly.

The timing and route of the black vehicle that had just driven away were too coincidental—it was clearly the signal reception point they were looking for.

But the other party's reaction speed was surprisingly slow. He had prepared to access all the surrounding surveillance footage and conduct complex signal tracking, but he never expected the target to appear so blatantly in front of him.

"Target locked." His subordinate's voice came from the side. "Should we pursue them immediately?" Karl shook his head slightly, a sense of helplessness welling up inside him.

The opponents I've been dealing with lately have all been too professional. Suddenly encountering an enemy of this caliber has left me somewhat at a loss. From the hasty actions at the restaurant to the surveillance personnel sitting idly by in the apartment, and now this receiving vehicle that's only now realizing something's wrong and trying to escape—every step the other side takes is unprofessional.

If it were a professional, they would already be engaged in a chase and counter-chase with Carl. Carl would have to rack his brains to keep up with him and find a way to suppress the target before he could escape.

But what about the current situation?
“No rush.” Carl decided to assess the situation first: “Keep it still. I want to see what kind of big fish this little fish will lead us to.”

He turned to his subordinates and instructed them: "Notify the NCPD to set up a temporary checkpoint on the main road the other party is traveling on in my name. Remember, it should be under the guise of a 'routine patrol.' If the other party tries to turn, make sure all the traffic lights along the way turn red. If they try to run a red light, send someone to intercept and question them, and then issue a ticket."

An opponent of this caliber is more likely to instinctively run to a place where they think they can get help the more eager they are to leave. In that case, Karl just needs to follow their lead.

Watching the black car clumsily weaving through the traffic, Carl took a step forward, his shoes making a soft scraping sound as they scraped against the gravel at the edge of the rooftop.

His body leaned forward slowly with each step, then he fell into the air, plummeting from the 25th floor. A strong wind instantly swept over him, tearing his clothes and making them flutter loudly.

In the final moments before his fall, his instructions were clearly transmitted to his subordinates: "Protect the Perales family. Your mission ends here. Now, let the NCPD take over the escort duties."

The subordinates stood solemnly at the edge of the rooftop, watching the figure plummet to the ground at an alarming speed, their faces showing no sign of panic.

"Yes, Lord Karl." The leading subordinate responded in a deep voice, instinctively wanting to bow, but then realizing his mistake, he remained standing and watched them go. His tone carried no worry or fear about Karl's actions, only regret for not being able to accompany him: "We swear to complete our mission to the death."

Beneath their feet, Karl's figure had already adjusted its posture in mid-air.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the world seemed to be immersed in viscous amber.

Carl was slightly out of breath as he fell. Time seemed to slow down. His eyes were sharp as lightning, precisely locking onto several protrusions on the exterior wall—air conditioner units, decorative eaves, maintenance ladders—all of which became his leverage points.

With a light touch of the toes at the first point of contact, the body twists and turns like a swift, the strengthened tendons bursting with astonishing power in an instant, and a clean and crisp double jump in the air abruptly changes and deflects the trajectory of the fall.

When he finally landed lightly on the rooftop of the adjacent building, his knees bent slightly to absorb most of the impact. He then rolled forward, and as he reached the end of the roll, he leaped up again, bounding towards the top floor of another building.

Amidst the skyscrapers, Carl chased after the black car.

Although the strategy is to release small fish to catch big fish, it wouldn't be good if the small fish got away unexpectedly. Just to be on the safe side, Carl decided to track them down first and see what was going on.

(End of this chapter)