Cyberpunk: Ultimate Cyborg System-Chapter 492: The Pope.
It took the four a moment to understand what was happening, and when they did, their first move was to try and get out of the car.
"If anyone moves, I kill all four of you."
The words worked like magic, and they all froze with their hands on the door handles.
"Back in your seats," Dante said. Once they straightened up, he looked at the driver through the backview mirror. "Drive."
The car moved, the interior filled with tense silence. Going by the seating, one would think that Dante was the one who had been captured and stuffed between the two in the back. However, it would only take one look at their faces to realize who the real captives are.
Dante looked at them one by one, and he quickly noticed that each had a spiky crown tattoo somewhere visible on their body.
"You know, I almost forgot that Bone Crown is after Hollowgrid," Dante’s even voice pierced the ears of the four, causing them to shiver. "So... what? Did you think it’s going to be easier now?"
Red Fist was gone, and the gang that took its place was just one guy puppeteering its corpse. So what if he had bionics that many only see in their dreams? Just shoot him a few times, and he would be gone.
As he waited for the answer, the guy in the passenger seat started breathing heavily, his shoulders rising and falling. The others noticed that he was about to snap, but it was already too late.
"I’M GONNA KI-"
CRACK.
The shout was interrupted by the sound of a single snap. One moment, their friend was turning around, about to draw his weapon. In the next, he was back in his sea. His head was leaning to the side as if he were asleep.
"Looks like he fell asleep." Dante looked at the driver. "We don’t want him hurting himself by accident. Put his seatbelt on."
The car stopped for a brief moment. Before it could move again, Dante spoke.
"Now, I don’t think your boss got the right idea, so I’m gonna need to talk to him in person," he said. "Call the Pope and tell him that I want to talk. And he’d better clear out his schedule if he wants this to end peacefully."
The driver remained silent for a couple of seconds, his eyes darting to and from the rearview mirror.
"What is it?"
When Dante asked him that, he shrank into his seat.
"I... I c-c-can’t contact the boss!" he said. "I’m just a shooter! Never even met him in person!"
"You don’t say..." Dante sighed. "Then, just call whoever put you up to this and get him to set up a meeting. Tell him you got an hour."
The driver went through it right away, taking out a smartphone and talking in a hushed tone. Dante heard everything, of course, and he wasn’t happy when they referred to him as the Cyberpunk.
It didn’t take long for the meeting to be organized, and the car moved again, taking them to the location. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Though the chances of it being a trap weren’t very high, there was no telling what a bunch of gangsters might try to do when visited by the boss of a rival gang. Because of that, Dante instructed Volcan to go have some of his drones follow them around and check the place they were heading to.
Bone Crown’s territory was in the heart of Moonstone, and for some reason, Dante got this inexplicable bad feeling in his guy. Before he could figure out what it was, they reached their destination, which seemed to be a fancy Junhean restaurant named the Jade Cloud.
"Seriously?" Dante asked the driver.
"I-I heard the boss likes eastern cuisine..."
A name such as the Pope didn’t give the impression of a fried rice lover, so Dante was a bit surprised. His concerns were a bit alleviated when he saw that they would be meeting in a public place, but he didn’t let his quad down.
From the moment he stepped into the building, all eyes turned to him with sharp glares. Bloodlust wafted in the air, but Dante paid it no mind. The air would have suffocated him years ago, but nowadays, he could breathe it just fine.
Dante noticed that, for a restaurant specializing in Junhean cuisine, Jade Claude didn’t have that many Junheans around. The staff seemed entirely Radmir White, and the same went for the customers. If not for the decor and eastern food, the place would have looked just like any other Western restaurant.
The driver led the way to a private room on the second floor, and Dante followed, looking so relaxed that no one would ever suspect that he was about to meet the boss of the gang ruling the area. The guards at the door stared at Dante for a long moment before one of them opened the door for him.
The room inside was luxuriously decorated, with one of those round tables with the rotating tray at the center. A man was sitting on the other side of the table, facing the entrance. The first thing to note about him was his bald head and short stature. The second was his small eyes, which were almost hidden under the wrinkles of his face.
Those features, in addition to the thin mustache that went down on both sides of the man’s face, weren’t very strange on an older man from an eastern origin. What was strange about it was the classical clerical attire he was wearing, which included a black cassock and the white clerical Collar.
The Junhean pastor was silently enjoying a meal consisting of some rice, dumplings, and a dipping sauce. Behind him stood two tall men in white. The two of them looked identical, except for the way they braided their hair. Appearance-wise, they looked like the practitioners of a secret eastern martial arts school, which would make the man sitting in front of them the teacher.
’Damn that Oliver...’ Dante frowned. ’He just had to bring up Kong-fu movies...’
