"I didn't think you'd be the one to win the prize," V said, clicking her tongue in amazement at the prize in the box. "When did you learn to use a sniper rifle?"
Lier shook his head mysteriously. "I picked it up at a glance."
Had he learned it?
Not really. If we were talking purely about combat skills, Lier's practical abilities were shockingly poor.
But when it came to controlling his posture, Little Octopus could take over his Cyberware and Octopus Arms to assist him, letting Lier perform movements on par with a gymnast.
Sniping was much the same: Little Octopus could optimize the Sandevistan by collecting movement data, and it had recorded V's combat stances, too.
That meant that, while it couldn't perfectly reproduce V's sniping technique, it could at least do far better than Lier himself.
In fact, it hadn't even been Lier who fired the gun. It had been Little Octopus.
Auto-aim was still aiming!
V said doubtfully, "You picked it up at a glance? It doesn't look like it."
Lier didn't argue. Instead, he looked toward the others in the open lot-
They were at the gathering spot where Maine's crew often met, backed up against a fast-charging station called TURBO. These stations operated during the day, mainly charging Cyberware for citizens who used powered implants.
This was also Sixth Street territory, and the shop paid tribute to Sixth Street every month.
Gradually, Sixth Street's members had taken to charging up here. As more people came, they had to wait, and while waiting, they looked for food and drinks. Little by little, it had become a well-equipped gathering spot.
The shop was shut down now, too, due to the massive EMP. This kind of EMP physically damaged electronic equipment, so the owner needed time to