There are four people in total, there are not many traces of prosthetic transformation, and they are all wearing relatively shabby clothes, and the sticks and weapons in their hands also seem to be self-made... Johnny silently observed.

In addition to the numerical advantage, these small gang minions who claim to be "toilets are their territory" are almost not threatening, and 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 still exists today, one is that it has not been founded long ago and does not understand the cruelty of the road; The second is that his eyesight is sharp enough, and he has not met a ruthless character so far.

Johnny Silverhand, who looks "unarmed", and Lin Mo, who is not carrying a weapon, are obviously regarded as "soft persimmons" that can be handled at will.

"What the hell, a broken toilet can still become a territory, do you usually stay here and wait to find to eat?" Even if there were enough people on the other side, Johnny's mouth still did not slacken, and he sneered unceremoniously:

"Also, I hate that people come to me for no reason to talk to me, which reminds me of some bad things in the past."

In the face of such abuse, several thugs glanced at each other, and the stronger man at the head frowned, patted the baseball bat in his hand lightly, and walked over with a look of disgrief:

"Who do you say eats, believe it or not, I'll let you taste it now!"

"A bunch of gutter rats." Johnny commented indifferently, picking up his silver chrome prosthetic hand and slamming it into the man's face.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, not realizing that Johnny would suddenly strike, and by the time he could react, a cold fist had already smashed into his face.

Bang!

There was a dull crashing sound, like stone and metal colliding with each other, which undoubtedly indicated that this was a rare good head.

The man staggered back a few steps, clutching his forehead, where the epidermis was ruptured and blood oozed slightly, but the man gritted his teeth and snorted in pain.

"Little ones, give it to me!" He viciously ordered at the younger brothers behind him.

The four younger brothers immediately picked up the guy in their hands, their mouths mixed with foul language, and they leaned over to Johnny in twos and threes.

"Need help?" Standing behind Johnny, Lin Mo asked in a casual tone.

Johnny took a fighting stance and responded nonchalantly:

"A few crumbs, I can handle them myself, it just so happens that I have a fire in my heart now!"

Lin Mo nodded, put on a posture of invitation, and then silently walked into an independent partition in the bathroom, looking like he had nothing to do with himself.

At this time, the sound of punching and kicking was already sounding behind him, Johnny and the four thugs were entangled together, and several of them punched and I punched, and the fight was so lively.

Faced with the clubs in the hands of the thugs, the only thing the defenseless Johnny Silver Hand could rely on was his chrome prosthetic hand and his "King Kong is not bad" 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 ghost had just said was right, his current "human content" was indeed not high.

And this would also mean that the ordinary beating was not painful for him at all, and the thug's club hit him on the head, neck, waist, and arms, but it did not make his counterattack any stagnation.

Instead, his fist smashed into the thugs, causing them to let out a painful wail, especially the chrome arm, which was stained with a faint amount of blood at some point under the repeated blows.

"Get out of here, let me come!"

At this time, the gangster leader finally "came online" again, and his voice was like a sharp knife, instantly scattering the gangsters who were fighting Johnny, leaving a small space for the two parties.

The muscular gangster snorted coldly, and neatly took out a pistol from his waist, holding it diagonally in his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Johnny's silver hand.

"Dog, wasn't it very good to fight just now? Now give me another try! ”

Johnny Silver frowned on his hands, staring coldly at the round muzzle of the gun, his fists clenched but he didn't dare to make any move.

He is also a person who has seen big scenes, and he has many actual combat experiences, even if the muzzle of the gun is against the temple, he can maintain enough calm.

If he also has a gun in his hand at the moment, then he is confident that he can shoot the other party first the moment the gangster leader pulls out the gun.

But the reality is that he is "unarmed" at all.

Even if he had already reacted the moment the other party pulled out the gun, there were still four juniors waiting for the gangster leader, and he had no chance of snatching the gun at that time.

In the final analysis, his adaptability to this body was not high enough, and even in the fight just now, he only relied on his previous experience and his own resistance to beatings to gain the upper hand.

I just don't know if the material of this body is hard enough, and whether it can withstand a few guns...... Johnny Silver thought to himself.

He is not the one who stands still and scares when threatened, and if the gangster continues to threaten or shows his flaws, then he will take the risk of fighting back.

There is only a bathroom, the place where it can be used is too small, and the positions of several gangsters happen to block the entrances and exits, and there are no "props" around that can be used, Johnny is also a little difficult.

【handsilver，starts！ 】

Just as Johnny pondered what to do, a familiar voice appeared in his head without alerting anyone.

[How can you talk in my head!] Johnny asked in his mind, puzzled.

At such a time, he could still speak leisurely, and even if he couldn't hear the timbre of the voice, he could think with his toes that it was the dead child's ghost.

[Don't care, it's 2077, there are more ways to communicate remotely, anyway, you just need to remember what I just said, it is a spiritual secret word, which can be used to activate the Sianweistan installed in your body, oh, by the way, that secret language translated into Chinese, is hand silver, start! ] 】

Isn't it just saying my name upside down?

Is there anything I don't understand about this?

Johnny Silverhand always felt that this secret word was not very simple, maybe it was this little kid who used it to play a prank, but he couldn't think about this aspect of things at this time.

He tried to follow Lin Mo's method and silently recited this secret word in his mind.

Almost instantly, after silently reciting that spiritual whisper, Johnny felt that things around him had changed a different way.

The movements of the thugs in front of him began to become sluggish, and the chest heaving and heaving as if they were doing tai chi because of their anger and constantly taking deep breaths.

Sianweistein, it's a familiar experience... Johnny Silver sighed secretly.

After all, this is also a classic prosthetic product of the 20s, and it is impossible for him to be unfamiliar with this kind of prosthesis.

There's nothing to worry about.

He raised his chrome prosthetic hand, grabbed it at the gangster's hand, and then squeezed it hard, and snatched the pistol with great ease.

He reloaded, pointed his gun at the gangster, and said disdainfully as he removed the time-out effect:

"A bunch of dog offal, I really think I'm a thing, continue to be crazy about Lao Tzu!"