"Sian Westan, boss, he has that Sima Gui's time-stopping prosthetic body!"
Seeing Johnny Silverhand's clean and neat action of snatching the gun, a young man standing behind immediately said to the leading man with a look of horror on his face.
"I'm not blind." The gangster leader slapped his man on the head hard to shut him up, then turned back to look at the cold muzzle of the gun.
It was only at this moment that the gangster leader finally realized that he had hit an iron plate, and they might not be able to get out of this toilet tonight.
However, who could have predicted this?
Public restrooms like this are usually only used by homeless people and civilians. Occasionally, they can meet some company employees who are in a hurry. These people, especially the latter, are the source of income for their small gang.
Even if they meet some gangsters or NCPD staff, they can still tell the difference.
But what's going on with this guy in front of me! Why doesn't he have a single weapon on him, but he is still wearing a high-end prosthetic body like Sian Westan?
The gangster leader's face was between nervousness and fear. He barely maintained his composure, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably. Facing the cold muzzle of the gun, he begged for mercy in a trembling tone:
"Um...brother, I'm really sorry. It was because a few of us had no eyes to rush into you, and we just wanted to scare you. In fact, I couldn't have fired. This place is very close to the Kanbi Building. Let's open it."
The sound of the gun can easily attract the NCPD. Little guys like us don’t dare to make things big. Look, the safety on this gun hasn’t even been turned on..."
Johnny Silverhand frowned and continued to look at the pistol in his hand, but he couldn't see where the safety of the gun was.
md, what kind of shit have these damn arms companies been producing in the past few decades?
"Dala Polytechnic's DR-12 Quasar is a rather strange technical weapon. Its safety is on the rotating disc of the butterfly magazine. The design is also quite tricky. Unless it is the user, no one will know about it.
Is the gun safety on?"
Lin Mo, who was sitting on the toilet in the stall watching the show, opened his mouth to explain at the right time.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I can't see it?" Johnny Silverhand glanced at him coldly and tried to pull the trigger of the pistol.
Indeed, as the gangster leader said, even if the trigger of the pistol was pulled, not a single bullet was fired.
"So you are holding this thing just to bluff people? Or are you using it to poke your own dermatitis when nothing happens?" Johnny Silverhand asked the gangsters in a cold tone.
"Yes, yes, we just rely on bluffing people, selling papers at high prices, and secretly taking photos and extorting money to earn some living expenses. We have never killed anyone at all. Our names are not even in the NCPD criminal file!" The gangster leader seemed to be afraid.
Johnny will kill them in a second and knows all about his problems.
"Wrong." Lin Mo interrupted again. He looked at the gangster leader and smiled mysteriously:
"According to my prosthetic eyes, you have already left your name in the NCPD archives, but the charges are not big. It only costs a few dozen euros to bring you to justice."
"Then we are also good citizens. Look at those gangsters, don't they always get hundreds or even thousands of rewards..." the gangster leader continued to defend.
"Okay, that's enough. Are you two talking about cross talk? It's making my head hurt!" Johnny interrupted the gangster's story.
He walked up to the gangster leader, raised his chin with the muzzle of his gun, and asked expressionlessly:
"Do you have a cigarette on you?"
"Yes, yes... Brother, if you want it, I'll give it all to you." The gangster raised his head and hurriedly took out a cigarette box and lighter from his pocket.
Seeing the long-lost cigarettes, even though he didn't know what the brand was, Johnny Silverhand showed a long-lost smile:
"good."
He put away the cigarettes and lighter, put them back in his pocket, then quickly opened the safety of the pistol, and shot the gang leader twice in the legs without mercy.
The extremely fast bullets instantly pierced the man's legs. He screamed loudly and leaned against the wall, barely supporting himself with his hands.
But he didn't dare to make any move of resistance, and even stopped the attempts of the younger brothers around him to help.
He understood that the man in front of him did not kill him immediately, but only shot him twice in the legs, obviously hoping to spare them.
"This gun is very powerful, but I don't want to continue to waste bullets. You two will break each other's arms or legs, and then get out." Johnny said lightly.
Hearing this, several gangsters looked at each other in confusion, wondering whether they should follow Johnny's instructions.
"TMD, why are you standing still? You don't want to live anymore! Take action quickly!" The gang leader's order was like a heavy hammer, making the remaining four gangsters make up their minds.
They had cruel expressions on their faces, and they picked up the sticks they used to make a living and hit them hard on their knees or arms, not caring about the heart-wrenching pain.
The sound of cracking bones and screams could be heard for a while, but Johnny was a little surprised by the bloody nature of these gangsters.
Finally, after seeing that several gangsters had completed the punishment he had given them, he waved his hand and said as if he were sending away garbage:
"get out."
"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother." The leader of the gangsters, with the help of others, walked outside as if he was running away.
After a few people left, looking at the blood stains on the toilet floor, Johnny Silver shook his head, silently took out the newly paid cigarettes, and quickly lit one.
While vomiting the clouds, he sighed and said helplessly: "What the fuck has happened to me."
"I didn't expect you to spare their lives." Lin Mo walked over and marveled.
"What else?" Johnny Silverhand squinted his eyes, his face hidden in the mist, and said in a tone full of enjoyment:
"Tonight is a good day, a great day for Johnny Silverhand to be reborn...I don't need to ruin my good mood today for a few bastards."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I can see that you enjoy the freedom now?" Lin Mo asked uncertainly.
"Enjoy?" Johnny Silverhand chewed the word, sneered a few times, finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, and threw the cigarette butt in the trash can:
"What's there to enjoy? In this shitty world, even if I'm alive, I'm just tired. If I really wanted to enjoy it, I wouldn't have left the band to become a 'terrorist'. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay there and pick up girls?
"
"Hey, are you awake again?" Lin Mo asked.
Johnny Silverhand glanced at him and replied indifferently:
"Awakening? I don't know what you are talking about, but you hit the point... I started a band back then and sang a lot of anti-corporate songs, but it was useless. There was not a single word "fans" in those songs.
I don’t know it, but most people still don’t understand it. They are content with the status quo and would rather be exploited by capital until their pants are gone than they want to wake up.”
Lin Mo nodded without responding and continued to be a quiet listener.
"Just like that gang of bastards just now, hey, they were making money in the toilet, why didn't they go dig the shit out of the sewers? Maybe they could get some gold out of the shit..." Johnny continued to sneer,
Then the topic changed again:
"But in fact, they can even do this kind of work. It shows that the outside world is still the same. What I did back then turned into shit, and I became a piece of shit."
"Since you have figured it out from the bottom of your heart, why didn't you accept my invitation?" Lin Mo asked.
Johnny Silver leaned his hand against the toilet door, looking at the endless traffic on the road and the lights of the building outside. He was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I don't have 100% trust in you yet. Many things have to be seen with my own eyes before I know them. At the very least, I want to visit this city first."
Lin Mo smiled with a clear face and said: "In that case, how about letting me be your tour guide and letting you meet your old friends?"
"Old friend?" Johnny Silverhand raised his eyebrows.