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He had a good base in computer science because he was rich and had the capabilities make cracks for games, and mod those games until they just crash on start. But now he learned about computers every waking minute, and after a while he was out from the hospital, making money from hacking. He was called the "Hacker for hire" because he accepted any job and would accomplish it. He did not change his name from Andrei Saito, but nobody knew his name, he was just referred to as the "Hacker for hire" in Base City.

Fast forward to the present. Andrei Saito was sipping his coffee slowly. He was remembering every detail of his miseries, until he saw a fat man with his kid and several police officers walking out of the mansion. He reminded himself that if the target doesn't enter the vehicle soon, his plan will fail, and he will have a hard time killing the target who knows he is being targeted. He shifted his angry gaze to the fat man, who was still out of the lethal range of the 300 kilograms of pentolite he planted inside the trunk of the fat man's car. The fat man gave a kiss to his son and started to walk away while his son entered the vehicle. Only a handful of officers entered the vehicle.

He referred to him as fat man, because he hate him and it required little to no thought. 'Fat' is perhaps one of the most uncreative yet highly effective insult in the English language. He did not meant overweight, excessively round, or horizontally challenged. He meant fat, as the attribute of the rich. Most people who were over 70 kg (155 lbs) used their fat as a status symbol. Most tall people would die of malnutrition. But the target was over 2 meters (6'7") and was extremely fat.

As soon as the car meets a police scanner, they will find the bomb. Before that, he needs to kill the fat man.

Having no other chance to eliminate the target, he detonated the bomb, but before that, he plugged his ears. If he did not wear a face mask and plugged his ears he would not only have hearing problems for a while but also no eyebrows for weeks. He felt no remorse. The kid would've caused violence and slaughtered the people by the thousands. He was part of the root cause of the starvation and the economic downturn.

The explosion cracked the pavement, shattered windows, and sent chunks of the boy on the table Andrei was drinking. The head of an officer rolled on the ground like a ball. Blood was flowing inside the now newly formed crater. Some of the police officers that got caught in the epicenter of the blast are now space cadets. They were gone in a millisecond. One small step for man. One giant leap for someone's severed leg. Andrei thought while his face formed an evil grin. "Since the son is already partially cremated I can finish him off and use this cup as an urn." He saw an officer who was standing while embroiled in flames, but falls immediately after the flames clear, almost like "Oops, I forgot I need to pretend to be dead now". He could not help but laugh. He liked the way another officer came out the fire. Straight up Ghostrider style. Some of them had their entire faces and backs completely burnt off.

He powered up his prosthetic arm, knowing he had only 10 minutes of battery time on it, and in 5 minutes every cop would respond to this scene. His right arm was augmented with an automatic aiming system which was the main cause for the piteous battery time. The system was still in development, he just stole a prototype during his last mission. There was another problem with the aiming system. It would shoot at anybody who was suspected of being a threat to the user, meaning if he was walking on the street, it would shoot at every third person.

He tinkered in an extra feature, the gun wouldn't shoot at the body or limbs, only at heads in close proximity. The reason for this was that every rich guy would wear suits with diamond threads. Only their face weren't covered because of their vain personality. His prosthetic arm immediately shot Veronica in front of him, her hair and upper skull were shaved off. He saw her white lower teeth, showing she did not even have one cavity. Her body was standing like it couldn't decide which direction should it fall. Andrei was dumbfounded. Why didn't he wait until he was out on the streets?

When Andrei was a young boy he would let the air out of car tyres. Now he is bigger so he lets the air out of people. He never did really change.

In a pickle, a passerby was wriggling around in agony, screaming "take it out". Exactly what "it" is and where to remove "it" from is still a mystery. The man had his face soaked in blood and a bone under his forearm was exposed. All these people had a story, and Andrei only ever get to see is their conclusion. Andrei had no problems harvesting organs after death, including skin so he could not help but feel wasteful.

Andrei started running towards the fat man, who was holding his ears shouting with despair. Many officers started walking back and forth afterwards with the 'what do we do now' face. Andrei smelled sulfur and destruction, then started shooting. The officers couldn't even reach their guns. Their falling bodies hit the pavement almost at the same moment. Only the fat man and Andrei remained, meaning the system did not think he was a threat. He could have shot him in the head at least 5 times himself, and with relative ease, but he did not bring his gun. He thought that his right arm was more then enough. Andrei's face turned red and told the fat man.

"They disarmed it perfectly. I bet it's safe now." He did not know if the fat man could hear him or not.

The fat man pulled out his gun and was shot by the prosthetic arm immediately. Andrei powered off the prosthetic arm. The arm was stuck in the motion of pointing ahead. The fat man was at least two heads taller then him, because of this it looked as if he was continuously making a roman salute.

He ran towards his four door coupe, while his arm maintained the posture. He was having a hard time getting in his car, thanks to his arm. The car was engine swapped with a quad turbo V12. It was measly assembled by a local mechanic, but it could still melt tires in minutes. The instrument panel of the car was missing. The battery and radio were in the place of the passenger seat. The reason for this was that most mechanics simply could not fit in everything under the lid of a coupe. The car was equipped with a 7-speed dual-clutch transmission and paddle shift system. Andrei also engineered a new four-wheel drive system for enhanced performance with that extra grip, but due to the difference in ratios the clutches would continually slip and only transmit ten percent of the engine's torque.

The car did not start, it obviously had reliability problems. After 30 seconds of cranking the engine he paused for 10 seconds. He could already hear the sirens when his car suddenly started. He plugged in the charger of his prosthetic arm. He put the pedal to the metal and did it with style. He went from 0 to 100 km/h (62 m/h) in 4 seconds. He even accompanied his start with a burnout.

He turned on the police radio. "530, 10-4, en route...221, 10-4, en route...10-20...Maple Lane...10-4, en route...I'll come up 19th Street onto 8th...10-4, 1 Can someone go to Hickory Lane for him?....10-4.... 222 can..." After hearing this he made a call to his friend to destroy all radio communications in Base City.

Just how can someone do that? I'll explain. He built multiple spark gap generators, told his subordinates to plug them into the power supply at different places in the city, then walk away. It's broadband meaning it'll keep transmitting on every frequency there is and jam the signal within at least a mile radius. He set up a bunch of these all over Base City, and nobody is communicating with radio: police, military, fire department, emergency medical services, the local drug lord, NOBODY.

The police can triangulate the jamming positions within a minute, this is why he had trusted subordinates who would keep plugging in spark generators all over the city. It takes time to get rid of them, but if the police is really stupid, they will have no idea what is going on and whose responsibility is to fix it.

Just ten people with enough preparations, equipped with basic tools and vehicles, within a minute could wreck the communication of any major city on Earth. In 2019 you could build dozens of spark generators with just 300 dollars. Not much changed since then.

His face turned sour. He could avoid the cops if he knew their position, but right now he got himself completely surrounded.

He met two police cars. The cops were using electric cars that could rival the specs of his monstrosity car. They had cars with an AI mimicking the top drivers of this country, yet they drove their cars manually. They drove with their egos instead of the AI. It didn't came down to the car's limit. It came down to the person's limit. The cops lacked thousands of hours of high speed racing, some might even got their license not too long ago. It was like a rookie challenging a world champion expecting to win. On top of that they were afraid of death. Most are usually quick to point out they are afraid to die painfully, but not of the idea of no longer being alive. Andrei wasn't afraid. The process of dying is spiritual and even joyful for some people, but certainly not for the power tripping troopers called police. Winning races is all about the right mindset and experience. A little bit of luck too.

Andrei started commentating his 'race' for his own amusement.

"Lights down and here we go... the Hacker parting off the far row. We have a race in our hands, ladies. Mr. Pig did not get away at all, he goes wide. Oooh. It's Mr. Pig, he is down at turn four. How much damage is on the Piggy? What drama in the first lap here in Base City. Piggy gets no points today. We drove past the main straight. This isn't over yet. Piggy 4 got past by Piggy number 2. Piggy 3 is trying to take them off one by one. Piggy 3 cut back from the outside. There's Piggy 3 challenging Hacker for the lead... he got the inside line now.... Oh no, oh my god. There's still Hacker leading, Piggy 2 at second place. Piggy 3's race ends with a damage. Hacker takes victory. He is the 22nd Base City Racing Champion."