Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 944, Section 154: Nobody knows.

With success within reach, the four of them were somewhat at a loss.

One of the guys, a black guy with an afro and nicknamed "Dre"—a nickname derived from the street tune "Dre Dre Dre" that he always hummed when he was nervous or excited—carefully picked up a plate. The cool touch and fine workmanship made him think that this thing must be very valuable, and he was afraid that he would break it if he was not careful.

In today's Night City, ordinary bowls and chopsticks are naturally just as cheap as they used to be.

However, those inferior tableware made from waste materials have a strange smell that is hard to get rid of. Even when they are empty, you can still smell the industrial residue. Compared with the plate in front of you, which is obviously purchased on purpose, the difference between the two can be seen at a glance.

"Put it down, Dre," Am, the leader of the four, said in a low voice, his steady tone revealing a composure beyond his years.

"slim Shady?"

Hearing the leader's words, Dre was very puzzled: "Why? There are so many of these things. Let's just take a few that won't be noticed."

“Listen,” Am lowered his voice and reiterated the plan to his companions, “we’re only taking small gadgets that won’t be easily tracked.”

He continued to explain, “The KK Squad is the one who has made things a little better on these streets. I respect them from the bottom of my heart. But respect is one thing, we are thieves, and we still have to take things. But you have to understand what you can touch and what you can’t.”

He pointed to a storage shelf piled high with Mewtwo: "Take that kind, specifically look for rare items. There are enthusiasts who will buy them. I scanned the access records with my device, and some of them haven't been opened in a long time—probably old stuff that the KK team saw a long time ago and is now sitting idle. These kinds of things can fetch a good price and are not easy to trace."

As he spoke, Eminem looked around, his gaze sweeping over the legendary items that were like legends to them: Jack Wells’ championship belt, which he won from Razor Hands, was on display in the living room, next to which was the silver arm that was rumored to have once belonged to the rock singer Johnny Silverhands, and around them were various unique and precious items.

Everything here gleams with the light of Euros in their eyes; each one could provide them with a comfortable life, but not everything should be taken.

Some things, once taken, are things that even if the KK team doesn't investigate, they have no right to possess.

There are countless mercenaries on the streets who would risk their lives for a few thousand euros, let alone rare items worth millions or even tens of millions of euros. With these street kids, they'd probably be killed before they even found a sales channel.

If you're going to take something, take something hidden. What's the point of taking someone else's livelihood? It only annoys people and has no other purpose.

Hearing what the leader, Am, said, Dre could only reluctantly put down the heavy plate.

Amu is the oldest and most reliable among them. As the leader of this group of four street kids, he has led them to survive on the streets time and time again.

Although they have suffered losses and stumbled due to their age and lack of experience, compared to those small street gangs that have long since perished on the streets, Amhen is already a highly capable leader in the street.

Dre knew that if it weren't for them, Am might have made a name for himself in some gang, so Dre respected Am very much and naturally listened to him.

The only girl in the team, a girl who was usually the most cared for, with a short ponytail and dressed in comfortable clothes, comforted Dre at this moment, saying, "Dre, Amu is right, we have to listen to him."

As a semi-hacker in the team, she lightly brushed her hand across the glass surface of a display case without touching it. She looked at the access pod left by T-BUG in the display case, which was intended as a memento for outsiders in the living room, and her eyes flickered: "We only take things that are readily available in the market and not easily traced. We take these things and sell them secretly, one after another, so as not to attract too much attention."

"I know, but I'm just a little unwilling to accept it."

Since the team leader and the hacker had both said so, Dre, who had already been persuaded by Am, naturally couldn't have too many emotions. He just looked at the plate with some regret, put it back with his gloved hand, and then thought about it again. He took it out, washed it, and carefully put it back.

"There's nothing to be resentful about. We're thieves; we're just taking other people's things."

The tallest and thinnest member of the group, nicknamed "Skinny," was the most nervous of the four, his hands tightly gripping the kinetic pistol "Automatic Slaughter Machine" at his waist.

This disposable weapon, made of plastic and capable of firing only one burst, is the skinny man's most relied-upon "heavy weapon" at this moment, and he is very nervous as he is on guard duty.

He had a strange, bad feeling. Even though everything was going smoothly, he couldn't help but worry. This made his body tense, and seeing Dre's relaxation, he couldn't help but continue speaking:

“We took it and left quickly. I felt something was wrong, and now that I think about it, it all seems too easy.”

Indeed, it's too easy.

From cracking elevator access to bypassing the basic access control system, it took them a full hour plus more than ten days of grease and haggling, but for the residence of someone like the KK team, this level of security was simply a joke.

They had expected to encounter at least four or five layers of biometric locks, or something even worse—an automated defense drone. They were prepared to die, but nothing happened. When they arrived, there was only silence and a room full of treasures.

Although this suited their purposes perfectly, something just didn't feel right.

The fact that the KK team's residence was so poorly guarded is really suspicious.

Although they hadn't seen any high-level security, they had mingled in the back doors of various bars, scavenging change and odds and ends from the pockets of drunkards. In comparison, the security in the back areas of those bars was probably several times more stringent than here.

Whether the KK team truly only has this level of security and doesn't care about their own security, or whether there's some kind of trap involved, such as the entire room being sealed off every few hours for automatic disinfection like in some horror movies, none of them know.

Faced with the skinny man's tense demeanor, as if he wanted to grip his weapon at all times, the other three also fell silent in response to his words and actions.

Yes, none of them knew what would happen.

After all, they have now become the first group of thieves to break into KK Squad's residence, accomplishing this unprecedented feat.

Nobody knows what will happen next.

(End of this chapter)