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【R&G】护甲与防护章首故事,P56
« 于: 2019-08-17, 周六 14:00:19 »

多年来,袋熊那身可靠的安保科技犰狳款护甲外套弹开了不少子弹、刀片、啤酒瓶甚至几枚炸弹,让他免于加入狂奔者历史年鉴,但它可用的日子已经屈指可数,袋熊认为这是以新换旧的完美时机。

他想进入阿曼德的护甲百货商店——著名的狂奔者商品主机,贩卖所有来自佐伊的3B(Bargain Basement Brands,即:地下廉价区品牌)产品。但他缺乏能勾搭上线的街头信誉,因此作为代替,他在浏览“武器世界”的衣架时,试图使用他的通讯链对几个矩阵站点比较购货。迄今为止,他发现 WW 站点上并没有太好的优惠。很多站点远胜于他们,但当他发现价格几乎翻了一番,再加上运输费(这使得他错以为它是从轨道上送来的),使其改变了注意,袋熊做了个决定,重新专注于肉界。

这也是一件好事。尽管如今护甲外套的颜色和款式层出不穷,让人眼花缭乱,他还是注意到一道迅捷的目光,在一个装甲玻璃后的店员,一个肩上披着护甲背心眉开眼笑的在排队等待付钱的精灵,一个长得相当高大似乎正在前门附近的杂志软件里翻找什么的兽人,还有守卫在那里的两米多高的巨魔之间来回扫视。这位目光诡谲的顾客是个相当平凡的人,正把目光藏在与他那身时髦的行头完全不搭调的高级墨镜后面。

袋熊记住了所有的细节,而后将自己的目光往后移了几排。他没有再看到那游离不定的目光,不过就目前而言,他认为这并不必要。因为他已经看见演员了,现在只要等待好戏上演。

好戏也的确上演了。

精灵走到队伍的最前面,和店员聊了几秒钟,然后在付款口塞进了一根看上去像是经过认证的信用棒。信用棒一塞进去,精灵就蹲下身子,把护甲背心拉过他的头顶。

门口的巨魔一定是装了什么改造所以才动得那么快。袋熊还没来得及激活自己的跳线系统,巨魔就把他硕大的拳头砸向了蜷缩着的精灵。这件护甲背心是阿瑞斯最新设计的低级仿制品,几乎没可能阻止巨魔的拳头。

杂志软件浏览器就在巨魔后面,虽然距离不足以拯救兽人那注定倒霉的同伴。他对巨魔的背部和腿部进行了三次快速的戳击。每一次打击都伴随着电击手套释放而制造的独特的“砰”一声。袋熊并没有看到巨魔因为过量电流通过他发达肌肉的身体而开始抽搐,反而看到那兽人瞪大了眼睛,看到那巨魔转过身来,随后用一记反身重拳将震惊的打击者狠狠地击飞了。

柜台处突然闪过一道亮光,被袋熊的闪光补偿眼部改造遮蔽了下来,但是巨魔就没那么幸运了。大个子的手举到眼睛上,正好让那个目光诡谲的人走了进来,将“钢尖靴刺”扎入巨魔的腹部。这种开放性创伤,通常会使用P2.0数据流在全球范围内展示小小的人类击败大大的巨魔这一时刻。然而真正发生的事情仍然值得在P2.0上点击几百万次——那道独特的破风声再次响起,把这个贼眉鼠眼的狗砸日倒在地上。

袋熊已经看够了。他小心翼翼地走向巨怪,开口说道:“他们都倒了。”

“别说废话。”巨魔说着,重新站了起来。

“你只是在这里做安保,还是也做销售?“袋熊问道。

“你要什么?”

“我要你身上穿着的。”



剧透 -   :
Over the years, Wombat’s trusty SecuriTech Armadillo line armor jacket had turned aside its fair share of bullets, blades, beer bottles, and even a few bombs to keep him from slipping into the annals of shadowrunner history, but its days were numbered and Wombat thought it was the perfect time to buy something new.
He had wanted to get access to Armand’s Armor Emporium, the famous runnerware host that sold everything from triple B (Bargain Basement Brands) to Zoé, but he lacked the street cred for that kind of hookup, so instead he was browsing the racks of WeaponsWorld while trying to use his ’link to comparison-shop a few Matrix sites. Thus far he had found that WW wasn’t full of great deals. A lot of sites beat them by a long shot, but when the price nearly doubled to have it altered, and then tack on the shipping (which made him think it was coming in from orbit), Wombat settled in to focus on the meatworld.
It was a good thing, too. Despite being distracted by the plethora of colors and styles in which armor jackets were being created these days, he managed to notice the rapidly darting gaze of a fellow customer bouncing between the clerk behind the armored glass, a seemingly gleeful elf with an armor vest over his shoulder waiting in line to pay, a rather bulky-looking ork who appeared to be sifting through magazine softs near the front door, and the two-plus meters of troll that stood guard there. The shifty-eyed customer, a rather unremarkable human, was hiding his gaze behind some top-end shades that certainly didn’t match the rest of his street chic outfit.
Wombat took note of everything and then shifted back a few rows. He couldn’t see the shifting gaze, but for now he didn’t think it was necessary. He’d spotted the players and was just waiting for the play to go down.
And go down it did.
The elf got to the head of the line and chatted with the clerk for a few seconds before slipping what looked like a certified credstick through the payment slot. No sooner was the stick through than the elf ducked down and let the armor vest pull up over his head.
The troll at the door must have had some wires installed because he moved fast. Wombat barely had time to activate his own reflex system before the troll was dropping his massive fist down onto the crouching elf. The armor vest, a low-grade knockoff of Ares’ latest design, did little to stop the troll’s fist.
The mag-soft browser was close behind the troll, though not close enough to save his ill-fated companion. The ork made three quick jabs at the troll’s back and legs. Each hit was followed by the distinctive “pop” of shock gloves discharging. Instead of seeing the troll start doing the herky-jerky from the excess of electricity pulsing through his massive muscled structure, Wombat watched the ork’s eyes widen as the troll spun and sent the shocked striker flying with a massive backfist.
A flash of light from inside the clerk’s booth was quickly dimmed by Wombat’s flare compensation eyeware, but the troll was not so lucky. The big guy’s hands went up to his eyes just in time for the shifty-gazed human to move in and plant a steel-toed boot square in the troll’s abdomen. It was the kind of wide-open hit that usually made P2.0 streams across the globe showing the little human take down the big troll. What really happened still deserved a few million hits on a P2.0 as that distinctive pop of shockware filled the air again, this time sending the shifty-eyed son of a bitch to the floor.
Wombat had seen enough. He moved toward the troll cautiously and spoke. “They’re all down.”
“No drek,” the troll said as he rose back to his full height.
“You just security here or you do sales too?” Wombat asked.
“What’re you looking for?”
“I’ll have what you’re wearing.”
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