The furious sound of artillery fire rang out loudly, drowning out the irritating and intensive gunfire, and gray and black dust suddenly rose from the first floor of the messy building.
This is firepower that ordinary fringe people can't even touch. I'm afraid even the incoming agents never thought that this team of fringe people would possess such forbidden military equipment.
With the time-slowing state turned on, David wandered around the battlefield so fast that only a few Xinmei agents who also turned on the speed component could realize his arrival.
However, even if the agent who discovered David's presence promptly warned his teammates, he still could not stop David's next move.
He held the howitzer in one hand, pulled the trigger and dropped a series of grenades at the enemy agent's position. The pressure of the warhead falling on the ground spread to the inside of the grenade, and then a violent chemical reaction occurred inside, until all the agents wandering around were exploded.
Flip to the ground.
On the battlefield where two armies are dueling, even if bullets fly like a torrent, it only takes an average of tens of thousands of bullets to kill one enemy.
And this kind of enemy-killing efficiency is completely impossible to happen in the chaotic street battles of Night City.
The funds that every fringe person invests in equipment are always limited. Gunfights that may occur on the streets at any time cannot help them squandering their equipment reserves. This has led to the fringe people in Night City gradually developing a habit.
——Either kill quickly or die quickly.
Six grenades hit a dozen agents.
With David's amazing intuition and speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, he completely repelled the enemy's attack.
The dust from the explosion rose and fell, as if a large machine was hitting the entire building. Within a few seconds, a strong figure slowly emerged from the dust.
He laughed and held a machine gun half as big as his body in his hand, aiming it at the enemy's position.
The trigger was pulled, and there was endless thunder, like the noise of a construction site in broad daylight. Large-caliber bullets that could penetrate light steel plates flew across the air, penetrating concrete walls and steel bars, until they hit the Xinmei agent hiding behind the bunker.
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This kind of large-caliber machine gun is not something that ordinary people can control at all. It should have appeared on a military armed vehicle or an armed helicopter, instead of being held in people's arms like a roaring fire dragon like it is now.
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Holding a "Fire Dragon" in your arms and shooting naturally requires a price, but the strong grip brought by the prosthetic arms allowed Mann to firmly hold the handle of the gun and pour thick bullets forward.
Facing such powerful armaments, the new and American agents were completely helpless and could only retreat continuously to avoid being hit by fatal bullets.
They have realized that the information they have obtained is wrong, and the opponent is not an ordinary fringe team at all!
In the past three days, several people from the other side have repeatedly sabotaged their own plans, either by sneak attacks or by overwhelming numbers. During this period, they had never seen the hard power of this marginalized team, which led to the misunderstanding at this time.
Judgment, now it is even more unexpected that the other party has this level of firepower!
The head of the secret service was stunned, and his heart was occupied by anger, not only because the front line was retreating steadily at this time, but also because of the traitors.
He has realized that there is definitely a mole in his base camp. Otherwise, how could a team of fringe people accurately sabotage every one of their actions?
The intelligence information they have about the other party now is completely different from the reality!
Who is betraying them?
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"It's great! You guys quickly make way for me and David, and we'll finish it off!" Mann's face finally emerged from the dust, and he roared at his teammates who were still on the first floor.
"You damn bastard, what on earth were you and David doing up there for so long? Do you think it's fun to leave us on the first floor to withstand the opponent's attack?" Dolio poked his head out from behind a bunker.
, criticized Mann unceremoniously.
It's a pity that her voice was still drowned in the noisy gunfire. Mann seemed not to hear it and charged forward with the machine gun in hand.
Behind Dolio, a tall woman with a prosthetic face was hunched down and squatting on the ground, as if this posture could reduce her area of shot.
Because the distance was close enough, Qiwei heard Dolio's scolding of Mann, so she couldn't help but raise her head and said some sarcastic words to him casually:
"What else can the two of them do together? They must sit and chat, and then leave the hard work to us, and only come over to finish it at the critical moment... They really have taken all the cool work on themselves.
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Behind them, members of the team, Pyrrha and Falco, sat on the ground a little tiredly. After hearing Qiwei's speech, they both nodded in agreement.
In addition to the two of them, there is a man who is strong enough to act as a shield sitting in front of them all. In addition, the last person is a man with a cigarette in his mouth, and he has not spit out the cigarette yet.
——Johnny Silverhand.
He seemed to be a bystander, neither participating in the team's conversation nor reacting to the appearance of Mann and David.
Even though he was hiding behind the bunker in embarrassment at this time, he was like a spectator, watching with interest the few people bickering, and the white smoke from the cigarette in his mouth disappeared into the air.
"Mann...David...must have his own affairs." The man who looked like an iron tower tried to defend Mann and David, and uttered a broken sentence with difficulty.
Pila, who had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, shook her head, and her prosthetic hand, as slender as a gibbon, made a wide circle and hugged the man's generous back, patting and murmuring:
"Gekko, please stop making excuses for them and leave us here to stop all the Xinmei lackeys. They are really not worried about whether we can hold on. Didn't you see that my fingers were so fast just now?"
Are you having cramps? It’s not just to make those new and beautiful agents feel happy.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pyrrha put on a sad expression and stretched out her other prosthetic hand to show everyone. The brilliant metal prosthetic hand was now full of bullet holes and damage.
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He said angrily:
"Look at what happened to my prosthetic hand, which is comparable to a work of art. There are so many bullet holes and defects now. When I go home and hold the handle in the future, I'm afraid it won't even feel good in my hand!"
Falco, who was sitting next to him, had a smile on his lips, stretched out his metal prosthetic hand, and said jokingly:
"Don't worry, Pila, when we both go to Lizzy Bar together, let me help you control it!"
"Go away, why didn't I find you so disgusting before, Falco." Pyrrha said in disgust.
Gecko opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after thinking about the speed of his speech, he finally chose not to speak.
In the past, he was used by Moore Technology as an experiment for a new type of violent component, and was then sent to Regina for treatment by Lin Mo. After he was successfully discharged from the hospital, he also successfully participated in the plan to attack the Moore Technology building.
After the plan ended, he naturally became Jack's subordinate, and has been a member of Mann's team for a long time now.
As a patient in the same "Cyber Psychiatric Institute", Mann had also been treated in Regina's "Cyber Psychiatric Institute", so Gecko still felt very close to this patient who "sympathized with the same disease".
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Due to the inevitable sequelae in the process of treating his sanity, he not only speaks a bit slowly, but also thinks in a more "single-threaded" way.
When he heard Dolio and others criticizing Mann and David, he thought they were really angry.
"Rather than caring about others, Gecko, you should care more about yourself. If it weren't for the bad idea of those two guys, you wouldn't stay here to block bullets." Dolio turned around and looked at it with concern.
The gecko took a look, looked at it for a while and asked:
"Were you seriously injured in the battle just now?"
The gecko scratched his head, smiled naively, turned his body slightly, and said while showing his back to everyone:
"No...a little bit, a small wound, not...serious."
However, even though he said this, when others cast their eyes on his back, they still took a breath of cold air.
The broad and muscular back was now densely covered with bullet holes. This horrific scene reminded people of the holes in a honeycomb, and the bulletproof vest worn on the body had long been penetrated, exposing the bulletproof
A steel frame beneath the skin.
It is conceivable that if the gecko had not been implanted with a sufficient amount of epidermal protection prosthetics to block all the bullets of the new and American agents, such intense firepower would have killed all of them round after round.
"Thank you for your hard work." Dolio sighed.
"It's not bitter...because it doesn't hurt," the gecko said with a smile.
In order to better carry the new violent component, Moore Technology Company also implanted a pain editor in his body.
Even after treatment by Regina and others, he removed many prosthetics, and there are still many powerful and sophisticated prosthetics left in his body, and the Pain Editor is one of them.
Ordinary gunshot wounds were completely insignificant to him.
Moreover, even without the Pain Editor, he would have been accustomed to this kind of pain.
After all, compared to the torturous years of serving as a test subject in the Moore Technology Laboratory, this wound is nothing at all.