There were four people in total, and there were not many traces of prosthetic transformation. They were all wearing relatively shabby clothes, and the stick weapons in their hands seemed to have been modified by themselves... Johnny observed silently.
In addition to their numerical advantage, these small gangs who claim that "the toilet is their territory" pose almost no threat. Any mercenary who has been on the road for a long time is enough to deal with them.
There are only two reasons why such a small gang without any competitiveness can still exist today. One is that it has not been long since it was founded and it does not understand the cruelty of the road; the other is that it has sharp eyesight and has not yet encountered a ruthless person.
The seemingly "unarmed" Johnny Silverhand and the unarmed Lin Mo were obviously regarded as "soft persimmons" who could be manipulated at will.
"Damn it, a broken toilet can become a territory. Do you guys just stay here and wait for shit to eat?" Even though there were enough people on the other side, Johnny's mouth still didn't slack off at all, and he spoke unceremoniously.
sarcastically said:
"Also, I hate it when people come up to me and talk to me out of nowhere. It reminds me of some bad things in the past."
Faced with such abuse, several gangsters looked at each other. The leader, a relatively sturdy man, frowned, patted the baseball bat on his hand, and walked over with an annoyed look on his face:
"Who are you talking about eating shit? Believe it or not, I will let you taste it now!"
"A bunch of gutter rats." Johnny commented coldly, picked up his silver chrome-plated metal prosthetic hand and smashed it into the man's face.
The man raised his eyebrows, not realizing that Johnny would suddenly take action. By the time he reacted, a cold fist had already hit his face.
boom!
There was a dull sound of impact, like stone and metal hitting each other, which undoubtedly indicated that this was a rare good start.
The man staggered back a few steps, covering his forehead where he was hit. The skin there was broken and blood was seeping out slightly, but the man gritted his teeth and refused to groan in pain.
"Boys, come on!" He ordered the boys behind him fiercely.
The four boys immediately swung the weapons in their hands, mixed with obscene words on their lips, and moved towards Johnny in twos and threes.
"Need help?" Standing behind Johnny, Lin Mo asked in a calm tone.
Johnny took a fighting stance and responded coldly:
"I can handle a few miscellaneous things myself, but I just have a fire in my heart right now!"
Lin Mo nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and then silently walked into an independent partition of the bathroom, as if it was nothing to do with him.
At this time, the sounds of punching and kicking could be heard behind him. Johnny and the four gangsters were entangled together. They were punching each other and I was hitting them with sticks. It was a lively fight.
Facing the clubs at hand, the unarmed Johnny Silverhand can only rely on his chrome-plated prosthetic hand and his "indestructible" body.
Johnny didn't know how many "functions" and "programs" Lin Mo and Knight had buried in his body, but at least what the little devil said just now was right. His current "human capacity"
"It's really not high.
And this would also mean that ordinary beatings were not painful or itchy for him at all. The gangster's stick hit his head, neck, waist, and arms, but it did not make his counterattacks effective at all.
After a moment of stagnation.
On the contrary, his fists hit these gangsters, causing them to wail in pain. Especially the chrome-plated arm, which had been stained with light blood after repeated blows.
"Go away and let me come!"
At this time, the gangster leader finally came "online" again. His voice was like a sharp knife, instantly retreating the gangsters who were fighting Johnny, leaving a small space for both parties.
The burly gangster leader snorted coldly and quickly took out a pistol from his waist. He held it diagonally in his hand and pointed the muzzle directly at Johnny Silverhand's head.
"You bitch, weren't you really good at beating me just now? Now give me a try again!"
Johnny Silvershou frowned, staring coldly at the round muzzle of the gun, clenching his fists but not daring to make any move.
After all, he is someone who has seen big scenes and has many actual combat experiences. Even if the muzzle of the gun is pressed against his temple, he can still remain calm enough.
If he had a gun in his hand at this moment, he would be confident that he would be able to kill the gangster first as soon as he took out his gun.
But the reality is that he is "unarmed" at all.
Even though he had reacted the moment the opponent pulled out his gun, there were still four younger men waiting around the gangster leader, so the chances of him grabbing the gun at that time were not high at all.
In the final analysis, he is still not accustomed to this body well enough. Even in the fight just now, he only relied on his previous experience and his own endurance to gain the upper hand.
I just don’t know if the material of this body is strong enough to withstand a few bullets... Johnny Silverhand thought to himself.
He is not someone who just stands there and is scared to death when threatened. If the gangster leader continues to threaten or exposes his flaws, then he will definitely risk a counterattack.
It was just a bathroom, and the space where he could perform was too small. Several gangsters blocked the entrance and exit, and there were no "props" available around him. Johnny was also in a bit of trouble.
【Handsilver, starts!】
Just as Johnny was thinking about countermeasures, a familiar voice appeared in his mind without alerting anyone.
[How the hell can you talk in my head!] Johnny Silverhand asked in his mind with a puzzled look on his face.
He could still talk leisurely at this time. Even if he couldn't hear the timbre of his voice, he could think with his toes that it was the dead kid who was responsible.
[Don’t worry, it’s already 2077. There are many ways to communicate remotely. Anyway, you just need to remember what I just said. It is a spiritual secret language that can be used to activate the Sianwistan installed in your body. Oh, by the way.
If that secret language is translated into Chinese, it means hand silver, start it!】
Don't you just pronounce my name upside down?
Is there any implication that I don't understand?
Johnny Silverhand always felt that this secret message was not very simple. Maybe it was just used by this little kid to play pranks, but he couldn't concentrate on thinking about this at this time.
He tried to follow Lin Mo's method and recited this secret message silently in his mind.
Almost instantly, after silently reciting that spiritual secret word, Johnny Silverhand felt that the things around him were different.
The movements of the gangsters in front of them began to slow down, and the rising and falling of their chests, which were constantly taking deep breaths due to rage, became as peaceful as practicing Tai Chi.
Si'an Westan, what a familiar experience... Johnny Silverhand sighed secretly.
After all, this is also a classic prosthetic product from the 1920s, and it is impossible for him to be unfamiliar with this kind of prosthetic body.
There is nothing to worry about anymore.
He raised his chrome-plated prosthetic hand, grabbed the gangster leader's hand, then squeezed hard, and successfully snatched the pistol away.
He reloaded the gun and pointed the gun at the gangster leader. While canceling the time-stop effect, he said disdainfully:
"They are a bunch of bastards. They really think they are nothing. They continue to drive me crazy!"