Such losses are already very heavy, but they are not the most shocking.
When Peacock saw the ghost warrior's weapon, he almost screamed in surprise.
With the ghost gold rod as thick as a telephone pole, the ghost warrior smashed the heads of countless people.
Such a terrifying big stick was now broken into three parts. At this moment, only the shortest part was still in the hands of the ghost warrior.
"Won the fight? Miss Morty won the fight?"
Seeing the miserable appearance of the ghost warrior and hearing his heavy breathing like an old cow, Peacock couldn't help but guess this.
As the smoke gradually fell, the peacock also found the figure of the angel who was announcing his death.
It must have been shaken to a high place by the impact just now, so the Death Angel is slowly descending.
Compared with the ghost warrior who can't even stand up, the angel of death obviously still has some strength left.
Not only could she fly very steadily, but when the ghost warrior on the ground tried to get up, the Death Angel immediately pounced on her again.
"Ah! Her wings are different again..."
At this time, the death angel had already surrounded the ghost warrior and started flapping violently, and the peacock noticed her pair of wings.
When the Angel of Death first appeared, her wings were gray. After being soaked in the blood mist, they once turned red, but now they appear an unhealthy black.
Under the stormy attack of the angel of death, the ghost warrior could not lift his head at all.
Now he is in a standard crouching defensive state with his head in his arms, and he can only let the angel of death ravage him.
Under such a fierce attack, the ghost warrior's armor became more damaged, but the peacock could faintly smell danger.
Although the angel of death has extraordinary power, she does not know how to fight.
Now she was fighting to relieve her anger, but such attacks could not really break through the defense, so her efforts were in vain.
As expected by Peacock, when the death-telling angel finally slowed down due to his weakened physical strength, the ghost warrior who had been holding back immediately struck back.
Taking advantage of the flaw exposed when the angel raised his wings, the ghost warrior on the ground suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed the calf of the angel.
"Succeeded!"
Finally touching the opponent's body, the ghost warrior suddenly became energetic.
As long as he catches him, he can then perform at least ten kinds of combos, any one of which is enough to kill the birdman to pieces.
Just when the ghost warrior was about to throw the birdman to the ground first, the death angel in the sky flapped his wings and resolutely slashed at his knees.
With a shrill scream, the death angel who took the initiative to break his leg finally got rid of the ghost warrior and flew to an absolutely safe height again.
In such a heavy blow, the last shred of reason that sued the angel was gone.
Hovering at a high place out of the opponent's reach, the angel of death tried her best to spread the wings on her back.
"What are you doing? No!"
Listening to the scream that implied madness, the peacock's heart could not help but beat wildly.
Just when he was trying to stop someone's final madness, the death angel had shaken her wings again and for the last time.
As she shook with all her strength this time, the gray-white bone fragments that made up the pair of wings immediately separated from their original positions.
They were first shaken into the air, and then, like missiles emerging from a vertical missile silo, they pounced on the ghost warriors on the ground at an unimaginable high-speed trajectory.
No one knows how many such missiles the Angel of Death fired, but Peacock thinks there may be thousands.
Because only by reaching this level, those bone fragments can pierce the ghost warrior's huge head into a cactus in an instant.
Each of these bone fragment missiles is definitely still indestructible, but when their total quantity rises to such a magnitude, they finally produce qualitative power.
When the first wave of missiles came down, the ghost warrior could still wave his hands to try to block it.
When a steady stream of missiles hit him, he first knelt down again, then lay down, and finally became completely motionless.
The terrifying barrage attack lasted for at least 1 minute. When the ghost warrior breathed his last breath,
The death angel also fell from the sky with its wings completely disintegrated.
"Morty? Miss Morty!"
When the peacock rushed towards the place where Morty landed, he no longer cared whether the girl still knew him.
According to what the mysterious man said, Morty and he both have mysterious powers. So whenever the situation is critical, they will become madmen who only know how to kill.
However, Peacock still has reason to believe that Morty recognizes him.
Ever since Miss Morty transformed, she has never been close to him.
And she never leads those enemies to Peacock, so Peacock thinks that Morty has not completely lost his mind.
While calling Morty's name, Peacock checked her injuries. As a result, the more he looked at her, the colder his heart became.
Miss Morty suffered multiple serious injuries. First she lost her entire left calf, and now the broken leg is bleeding profusely.
Secondly, she had just fallen from a height of about seven to eight meters, which caused multiple comminuted fractures throughout her body. Judging from the blood spray from her mouth, she should have suffered internal bleeding.
These are quite dangerous injuries. However, compared with the injuries on her back, these are nothing more than child's play.
After turning Miss Morty over, the peacock saw the shocking wound, which was exactly where the previous pair of wings had been.
After actively shattering his wings, Morty now only has the last remaining remains of his wings on his back.
It was a complex component made of some kind of metal. Because it had been severely deformed, there were sparks jumping from time to time at the fracture.
These wings were ejected from Morty's body before. Their size far exceeded that of the enhanced Mantis Knife, so the originally reserved passage was unusable.
In order to be able to extend out of the girl's body, the wings tore two fist-sized bloody holes in Morty's back.
After the wings were completely broken, the two bloody holes were completely exposed. They were so deep that the peacock could see the white shoulder blades at a glance.
"Mr. Peacock, it hurts so much!"
I don't know if it was because Peacock's examination hurt the girl, but when Peacock looked at the two bloody holes and was helpless, Morty actually woke up.
Hearing her call out his name, Peacock felt much relieved.
Morty still recognizes him, which means that she is really awake, and she is no longer the angel who just knew how to kill.
"Miss Morty, it's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of your wounds and you'll be fine soon."
While comforting Morty softly, Peacock tried his best to ease Morty's pain.
With the help of first aid spray, Peacock managed to stop the bleeding from Morty's broken leg, but he was unable to do anything about other injuries.
For trauma, first aid sprays in this era are almost universal.
It can quickly stop bleeding and prevent wound infection, but it has no effect on the injury on Morty's back.
In order to seal the two bloody holes, Peacock had already used almost half a can of first aid spray, but the first aid spray could not condense on Morty's shoulder blades.
"How could this happen? It shouldn't be, it's impossible!"
Looking at the two hideous wounds, Peacock's heart became heavier and heavier.
Even with the naked eye, he could tell that Morty's back was getting paler.
This change must be a bad omen, as only the bodies of dead people are this color.
Although he still didn't know why this was happening, he knew that this girl's vitality was rapidly eroding.
"Morty, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm with you, everything will be fine.
Gently holding the girl in his arms, Peacock looked up and saw the city wall not far away.
The wall of sighs cannot speak, but today it will completely shatter a girl's last hope.
At this moment, Morty is only 200 meters away from the free world she longs for, but this is 200 meters that she will never be able to cross in her life.
"It hurts, Mr. Peacock, it really hurts."
The peacock's call seemed to help Morty regain some strength. She probably wanted to laugh, but in the end she cried.
"Mr. Peacock, if you can still see Meredith, please give me a message.
Tell her, I don't hate her, really..."
After leaving these last words, Morty's breathing stopped.
Looking at her hand that was still shaking, Peacock's whole body was trembling.
"That's it? Well, prepare a briefing as soon as possible. I need to see it as soon as possible tomorrow morning.
Now, don't bother me anymore. All of you, don't bother me anymore."
Even a workaholic like Meredith was exhausted physically and mentally after working non-stop for 72 hours, so her attitude just now was extremely bad.
Although she has left the company, those calls for instructions are still chasing her.
She made the last call for instructions today when she was still five minutes away from her home.
For the past 72 hours, Night City has seemed the same.
The major media outlets are still criticizing City Hall for its record crime record, but the conflict that took place in the C462 section of the Wall of Sighs went unnoticed and unreported.
Only a few people in Night City are qualified to know that it was an extremely serious incident that almost caused a conflagration between Military Technology and Wild Edition International in the city.
If the two giants hadn't retained their last shred of sanity, Military Technology and Arasaka International would really have started the fifth corporate war.
When reviewing the entire incident, Meredith was very emotional.
Because she didn't expect that this was just a small thing in the beginning, but in the end it almost led to a catastrophe by a strange combination of circumstances.
Within military science and technology, there have always been two major factions, the so-called research faction and the action faction.
In order to compete for limited internal resources, researchers and activists often attack each other, and company boards are well aware of this.
As long as this kind of internal competition does not harm the overall interests of military technology, the company's board of directors will not interfere.
In the eyes of those big guys, this is actually a kind of healthy competition.
For a long time, the research department of military science and technology has been very dissatisfied with the situation where the operations department has complete control over field missions.
Those insidious snakes have always wanted to have a pocket-sized version of the action team in the research department, and they have tried their best to do this.
Of course, the Operations Department would not agree to such a blatant decentralization of power. Of course, such a refusal also needs to be done in a certain way.
If you just quarrel with the other party in the meeting until your face becomes red and your neck becomes thick, it will definitely not dispel the ambitions of the poisonous snakes. The research department needs an opportunity to seal their throats with a sword.
Although it was not stated clearly above, Meredith understood it clearly when accepting this mission.
Simply put, Meredith wants to show the board of directors that the old men in the research department are not suitable for field operations, so she must cause trouble.
In addition to a certain shady mercenary, Meredith has other plans.
But she soon discovered that those arrangements were useless. The former Arasaka agent alone had already made someone miserable.
Just as Meredith thought, Vee, who suffered from severe persecution delusions, refused to act according to the plan she gave.
From the beginning, the three guys went their own way, and the deputy director in charge of the operation was embarrassed in front of the board representatives again and again.
Although she was very optimistic about Peacock and his friends, Meredith originally thought that this farce would end in the early hours of yesterday.
I don’t know whether it was the deputy director’s subordinates who were too useless, or whether Peacock and the others were too powerful. In short, those three actually performed miracles and stood out from the tight encirclement.
After the experimental subject was abducted for the second time, the deputy director had to surrender to Meredith.