Chapter 113: Bank Robber!
The cop was still fuming.
One second he was minding his own business, casually leaning against a barrier and scrolling through his feed while collecting his hourly paycheck. The next, some random guy grabbed him by the collar and yanked him into a conversation he never asked for.
And not just any guy—he looked like a cyberpsycho. Smug attitude, scarred face, that twitchy edge you only see in people who've danced on the edge of death one too many times. The kind of guy the NCPD was paid to pretend didn't exist unless a corpse was involved.
The officer's hand instinctively went to his sidearm. One good excuse and he'd plaster this lunatic's head all over the street.
But then... he saw it.
A faint click, followed by the quiet hum of something mechanical unfolding. The man's forearm split open with surgical precision, revealing a sleek red mantis blade. It flicked out an inch, like a snake's tongue testing the air, the neon edges shimmering with high-frequency heat.
It stopped an inch from the officer's jugular.
"Hey, hey!" the officer stammered, his tone flipping faster than a corposlut dodging taxes. "W-We're good! You're a five-star citizen! A model of Night City integrity!"
"Damn right I am," Arthur replied, retracting the blade and lighting a cigarette like it was just another Tuesday.
The cop straightened up and forced a smile, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
"So what's the holdup?" Arthur asked, eyeing the rows of patrol cars and barricades. "Traffic's jammed for blocks. Not like NCPD to throw a parade unless someone's been dismembered."