Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 946, Section 156: A Precious Weapon

"Is this... a hidden armory?"

As Qi manipulated it, a hidden door that was almost integrated with the wall slowly slid open. With the help of the cold white light that lit up inside, Amu could see the scene inside and his breath caught in his throat.

That wasn't a 'room' at all.

The space before them was almost the size of an apartment in the super skyscraper they were currently in, and judging from the various weapons displayed there, it was an astonishingly large professional arsenal.

While Amu, Skinny, and Dre peered into the hidden armory from the doorway, Chi had already finished her inspection.

"There are no hidden traps or triggers in this room, you can go in."

Qi connected to the hidden embedded control panel in the armory, flipped through the records, and said, "This seems to be where the KK team stores prohibited weapons. It hasn't been opened for a while, and the weapons inside aren't labeled, probably to avoid being caught."

"KK Squad's hidden arsenal is full of contraband."

Am unconsciously opened her mouth wide.

He tentatively took a step forward, venturing deep into the warehouse. After confirming that no alarms had been triggered, he called out to his companion in a hoarse voice, "Dudu, come in and take a look."

Despite his repeated emphasis on the urgency of the situation, he couldn't resist the nature of youth. Faced with a dazzling array of deadly weapons he had never seen before, he instantly forgot his previous caution and became completely mesmerized.

What kid who grew up on the streets of this city hasn't dreamed of this scene: a top-notch cybernetic body, a powerful weapon that resounds throughout the city, and like those mercenaries in 'Afterlife,' making a name for himself in the city?

His gaze lingered among the firearms, finally settling on a pile of 'wreckage' in the corner of the room.

The thing had been disassembled into countless parts, but the exposed main skeleton still stubbornly outlined its former form.

"This is... an exoskeleton platform?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head violently. "No, that's not right!"

Am's pupils contracted in utter shock, and his voice trembled:

"ACPA! This is a disassembled ACPA!"

Combat support armor—that's a name that's quite impressive.

KK's claim to fame was taking down one of these war machines. He never imagined that he would see its wreckage in their own backyard!

ACPA, nowadays you can actually see this kind of thing in KK's residence!

This is a weapon of war that can cause turmoil throughout the city, making companies tear each other apart and shirk responsibility!

"Gulu."

Am's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. This was so explosive that Am was at a loss for words.

My gaze swept briefly to the side, to those small, specially placed storage devices containing both prohibited and prohibited items.
RPG bullets, Ice Storm sniper rifle, rocket launcher, EMP grenade, laser-cutting grenade.
Each of these items is incredibly valuable, and any one of them would be enough to make ordinary mercenaries fight tooth and nail for them.

Even a single grenade from this place can be worth thousands, or even tens of thousands of euros.

You can tell from the appearance that it is definitely not a common style on the market; it is basically all custom-made or modified.

As Am looked at the equipment next to ACPA, Dre, who had already walked in impatiently, stopped in front of an open display shelf.

After he saw what it was, his breathing became rapid.

"Amu, Skinny, you guys, come and see what this is!"

Amid Dre's excited voice, Amm and Skinny turned their gazes over, and then they saw several wildly designed kinetic pistols displayed on the shelf in front of Dre.

Kinetic pistol, that shouldn't be anything special, right?
Just as Am was thinking this, his body instinctively moved closer because of Dre's shout, and then his inferior prosthetic eye spotted one of the weapons, his gaze locking onto it. "It's this one."

Am stared blankly, muttering to himself, "Not just Silverhand's arm, but even this? Does that mean there's a die-hard Silverhand fan in the KK team?"

In his line of sight, there sat the famous 'Malorian Weapons Company 3516,' a weapon specially customized for Johnny Silverhand.

Dre almost held his breath. He reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to touch the cold metal, but pulled it back at the last moment.

This gun holds an extremely high status among street kids. Even though Johnny Silverhand has been gone for over fifty years, it remains one of the most legendary guns in the eyes of many.

"Silver Hand's Gun, God, it's Silver Hand's Gun!"

At Dre's voice, even Qi looked up from the control panel, her gaze drawn to him.

Without realizing it, the four of them had all moved closer to the gun.

Dre tried to touch it, but Amu's voice rang out first.

“Don’t touch it, Dre,” Am said, but this time, his command sounded somewhat powerless.

His gaze was also fixed on the gun, and he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

The value of this gun is enough for the four of them to live a wealthy life anywhere, incognito, without ever having to worry about tomorrow or endure the cold and violence on the streets.

The temptation was so great that it shook all the principles he had previously established.

The skinny man swallowed nervously, his voice hoarse: "Amm... this is enough for us to live ten lifetimes. If we get it, we'll completely turn our lives around!"

Dre turned sharply to look at Am, his eyes burning with a desperate glint: "Am! What are we waiting for? This is it! Take it and let's go!"

A gun is clearly something that's suitable to carry.

Its intrinsic value is sufficient.

At Dre's voice, Am also fell silent for a moment.

At this critical moment when even the leader's resolve wavered, Qi spoke up. Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally clear: "No, absolutely not."

Perhaps because she was a girl, Qi had a stronger aversion to firearms, and she remained clear-headed:

“We can’t take KK’s important things. This gun must be very important to Mr. KK and his group. Have you forgotten? We’re thieves. We only take things that are not easy to be discovered. This gun is absolutely out of the question. And as we agreed, we need to find something else to sell.”

Her words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the flames that had just ignited in the eyes of Dre and the skinny man.

At her words, Am took a deep breath and forced her gaze away from the gun.

“Qi is right.” Amu’s voice regained its previous composure, although his heart was still turbulent. “This thing is a hot potato, we can’t handle it. Let’s continue with the original plan and find smaller, easier-to-sell items.”

He turned away first, no longer looking at the Malorian, and walked to a nearby shelf piled with odds and ends, which contained some unassuming electronic devices, small bullets, and weapon accessories, thus ending the almost-started act of greed.

There are too many temptations, especially for people on the streets.

As Am took action, Dre and the skinny man exchanged a glance, both seeing resentment in each other's eyes, but more than anything, a strange sense of relief.

Silently, they obeyed the decision and followed Amu in tacit agreement, beginning to rummage through the pile of 'ordinary' items.

Meanwhile, in the KK team's communications, Johnny's loud laughter echoed throughout the entire channel.

(End of this chapter)