I stayed up all night.
Having been running around the Kabuki District, the boys of the Tiger Claw Gang must have heard about such a troublemaker.
Let's say at least ten people died in my hands tonight. About twenty people were injured, one to two, which somewhat proves my mercy.
Sometimes it's not that I don't want to hold back, but bullets are merciless.
Of course I personally hope that things end in such a dignified way, but that is completely wishful thinking. A mercenary still doesn't have much face to make a gangster stop committing crimes after hearing a word.
I don't like ancient Greek philosophy as much as Dexter and T-BUG, but in Night City, the life of a mercenary has its own philosophy - when words are no longer effective, give words to bullets.
I would like the feeling of being a hacker, establishing a link through a scanner, hacking into the enemy's LAN, uploading golems in the underlying protocol, and then uploading to quickly crack them. In this way, their prosthetics are all under my control.
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It can short-circuit their prosthetics, and the high-voltage current released can paralyze and knock them out in an instant, or directly cause organ failure and death; it can overclock their prostheses, and high temperatures in a short period of time can cause biological tissue damage.
Burns, direct loss of combat effectiveness... If I want to describe the various functions one by one, it would still be too redundant, but my wish to change my career to be a hacker is very determined.
Ever since I started studying hacking skills, fighting has become a matter of hiding in the dark and secretly releasing viruses. After all the criminals fell down due to the malfunction of the prosthetic body, they went up to search for them - some of them pretended to be dead. They scared me.
I gave them a bullet to make them load better.
What can I do in one night? Take a nap? Eat a midnight snack and then have a drink? I will leave these to the past me. From today on, I will be a vigilante in Night City, fighting crime and earning bounties.
"Then you sleep like a dead pig the next morning?" T-BUG sarcastically said to me in an exclamatory tone.
"Necessary sleep can ensure that you are energetic throughout the day." I have always been a reasonable person.
"Then you can sleep at night? What do you do at night? Why do you still act like a monster outside when others are sleeping at night? Please put away your magic power and get down to business. Jack is already here all over the world.
It was left to dry outside the food factory for a day, and if we go there later we can collect his body." T-BUG continued to marvel.
"I have to go see the client first, please let Jack go back first."
"Do you have to do things before the deadline?"
"No, no, no, I just need some personal leisure time."
"Leisure time? You mean holding a gun and going around the Kabuki District overnight and choosing three venues of the Tiger Claw Gang? Is this fucking leisure?"
“It’s really relaxing.”
"V, I really don't know what to say to you. When you're in Night City, you can't offend these gangsters too much."
"Unless I knock them all down. Well, stop talking nonsense, I'm already at the Ritz Bar."
The sister who financed this operation was Evelyn Parker. She asked me to meet at the Ritz Bar, which was the territory of the Mox Gang - a gang established by a group of lonely girls who relied on their hatred to make others unhappy.
If you dare to provoke him, he is usually quite calm.
Among the many local gangs in Night City, the Mox Gang is considered the most harmless.
The girl guarding the front door of the bar is dressed in a chic and uninhibited way, and her navel-baring dress is slit to the southern hemisphere. Her oily bionic skin is covered with tattoos, which is hard not to notice. Her hair and lip gloss are both bright purple - I like this kind of punk
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"Hey, we haven't opened the door yet. Come back later."
"I'm looking for someone."
"Then please come later."
"Evelyn Parker, do you know her?"
"She's not here."
I hate inefficient work.
Seeing that there were only seven hours left before the bar opened, I decided to go to the surrounding areas to do some tasks - Oh, Jack, I hope you can be smart enough to find a place to take a nap.
It just so happened that there was a sudden criminal activity just over an intersection, so it was a short drive there.
Sitting in the car, I saw a few gangsters from the Tiger Claw gang robbing a store. The body of the store owner was lying on the counter, with his upper body exposed. The blood was dripping down and formed a puddle on the ground. Looks like I'm coming.
A little late.
Intrusion protocol, uploading golems, uploading quick cracks - it sounds very complicated, but in fact it only took five seconds. All four gangsters in the store passed out due to electromagnetic short circuit. I was still sitting in the car at this moment.
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He took out a Nova revolver from the locker - suddenly he remembered that the bartender had complained about this thing.
It's really annoying. I'm not the kind of arms expert who is very enthusiastic about guns. My personal criteria for evaluating a gun are whether it is easy to use and whether it can be painted with beautiful prints.
Xinxing is quite old with me. I even put a love sticker on the handle of the gun, but it was criticized.
Let me explain in advance that a gun will not get stuck just because someone scolds it - at most it will make the machine spirit angry - but having a gun can indeed show a person's taste.
Maybe I should change my gun?
There happened to be an Achilles Technical Precision Rifle in the trunk.
It seems like this is the only way to go.
I walked to the crime scene with my rifle in my hand. At this moment, the middleman in charge of the work called me. Her name was Regina Jones. She looked like a one-eyed white girl - in this era when everyone wears prosthetics,
One-eyed dragons are really rare.
"V, I didn't bother you, did I?"
"Uh-huh." I fiddled with the human body at my feet with the muzzle of my gun.
"There are more and more cyberpsychotics in the city. Maybe you are not surprised, but I am very concerned about it... Well, there are many reasons."
There was a gangster who seemed to be waking up. I gave him the butt of a gun. Instead of fainting, I knocked him awake. He opened his mouth and said, "You bitch, you're done..."
Bang——
Regina asked on the other end of the phone: "Are you okay V? I think I heard a gunshot?"
"It's okay, I'm shooting for fun."
He wiped the blood-stained white sneakers on the dead man's clothes. OK, now they turned into red sneakers. "By the way, what do you think is wrong with cyberpsychosis?"
"Well, some people say that cyberpsychosis can be cured. I hope you can help me subdue some patients. Don't worry about the reward. It's definitely worth it. What do you think?"
I was stealing equipment from criminals, so I agreed absentmindedly. The work on mercenaries is like lice on animals. The more experienced the mercenaries are, the more likely they are to be bitten by lice. This is also the way to grow.
Regina was very happy, "Well, I'll call you as soon as I have news. I hope you can handle it before the terrorist mobile team arrives."
One of the criminals brought a double-barreled shotgun with a cherry wood stock and pink and blue girly paint. I like the two-dimensional aesthetic of the Tiger Claw Gang. It's very cute, isn't it?
He tried firing a shot into the sky, and passers-by shouted, "There's a cybermaniac! Run!" and dispersed in a commotion.
Regina asked doubtfully, "I seemed to hear something..."
"Nothing, I'll hang up first."
After handling the emergency case and receiving a large amount of experience, I upgraded again. I took a look at the attribute column and decided to allocate it to intelligence.
Oh, my exclusive moment is here again. Is this the joy of intellectual evolution? I like it very much.
"Thank you." This sentence was said to the Tiger Claw gangster at his feet, who was tremblingly raising the revolver in his hand.
"Goodbye." This was also said to him, and I pointed the double-barreled shotgun at his head.
Chapter completed!