The furious sound of artillery fire rang out, overshadowing the impatient and annoying dense gunfire, and the first floor of the disorganized building suddenly raised gray and black dust.

This is a firepower that ordinary marginals can't reach, and I'm afraid that even the attacking agents didn't expect this marginal team to have such military-forbidden equipment.

David walks around the battlefield with the slowdown turned on, so fast that only a few New American agents who also have the Speed Component turned on can realize his arrival.

However, even if the agent who spotted David's figure issued a timely warning to his teammates, he still couldn't stop David's next move.

Holding a howitzer in one hand, he pulled the trigger and dropped a series of grenades on the enemy agents' positions, and the pressure of the warheads falling on the ground spread to the inside of the grenades, and then a violent chemical reaction was created inside, until all the agents hovering around them were blown to the ground.

On the battlefield of the duel between the two armies, even if the bullets are flying like a torrent, it is only an average of tens of thousands of bullets to kill an enemy.

And this kind of killing efficiency is completely impossible to happen in the chaotic street battles of Night City.

The amount of money that each marginal person invests in equipment is always limited, and they can't afford to squander their equipment reserves in the shootout that can occur in the streets at any time, which has led to the marginalized people of Night City gradually developing a habit

- Either kill or die.

Six grenades, a dozen of which hit a dozen agents.

With David's astonishing instincts and speed beyond the naked eye, he completely repelled this wave of enemy attacks.

The dust of the explosion rose and fell, as if a large machine was crashing into the entire building, but in a matter of seconds, a large figure slowly emerged in the dust.

He laughed and held a machine gun half his body in his hand and aimed it at the enemy position.

The trigger was pulled, and the thunder was incessant, like the fiery noise of a construction site in broad daylight, and the large-caliber bullets that pierced through the light steel plates flew sideways in mid-air, piercing the concrete walls and steel bars until they hit the Shinmi agents hiding behind cover.

This large-caliber machine gun is not something that ordinary people can control at all, it should be on military gunships, or helicopter gunships, not like it is now, it is held in people's arms, like a fire dragon roaring.

Shooting with a "fire dragon" in his arms naturally comes at a cost, but the strong grip of the prosthetics of both arms allows Mann to firmly grasp the handle of the gun and pour thick bullets forward.

In the face of such powerful armaments, the Xinmei agents were powerless to resist and could only keep retreating to avoid being hit by deadly bullets.

They had already realized that the information they had obtained was wrong, and that the opposite side was no ordinary fringe squad!

In the past three days, several people on the other side have repeatedly sabotaged their own plans, either by sneak attacks or by numbers, during which they have never seen the hard power of this marginal team, and this has led to a miscalculation at this time, and now they can't imagine that the other party will have this level of firepower!

The head of the agent who took the lead was dumbfounded, and his heart had been invaded by anger, not only because of the defeat of the battle line at this time, but also because of the traitor.

He had already realized that there must be internal ghosts in his base camp, otherwise how could a team of marginal people accurately sabotage their every move.

Now the intelligence information about the other party in their hands is completely deviated from the reality to 108,000 miles!

Who is betraying them?

......

"Cool! Get out of the way for David and me, and we'll wrap it up!" Mann's face finally emerged in the dust, and he roared at his teammates who were still on the first floor.

"You damn bastard, what the hell are you doing with David for so long? Do you think it's fun to leave us on one layer to carry the attack on the other side? Dorio poked his head out from behind a bunker and lashed out at Mann unceremoniously.

Unfortunately, her voice was drowned out by the cacophony of gunfire, and Mann charged forward with his machine gun in his hand as if he hadn't heard it.

Behind Dorio, a tall woman with a facial prosthesis crouches on the ground, as if she can reduce her bullet area by posing like this.

Because of the close distance, Qiwei heard Dolio's scolding of Mann, so she couldn't help but raise her head and casually said something cool:

"What else can the two of them do when they stay together, they must sit on it and talk, and then throw the hard work at us, and come over to finish it when it matters most... I really took all the handsome work on myself. ”

Behind him, the members of the team, Pyra and Falco, sat on the ground a little tired, and they both nodded in agreement when they heard Qiwei's speech.

In addition to the two of them, there was a man large enough to act as a shield sitting in front of them all, and the last man was a man with a cigarette in his mouth that had not yet been exhaled, Johnny Silverhand.

He seemed to be a bystander, not intervening in the team's conversation, nor reacting to Mann and David's presence.

Even if he was hiding behind the bunker in embarrassment at this time, he was like a spectator, watching with interest as several people arguing, and the cigarette smoke in his mouth floated into the air and dissipated in mid-air.

"Mann... David... Definitely, there is something of its own. The tower-like man tried to defend Mann and David, struggling to utter a staccato sentence from his mouth.

Pila of the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks shook her head, and her prosthetic hand, which was as slender as a gibbon, circled around the man's broad back, and muttered while patting:

"Gecko, don't make excuses for the two of them, leave a few of us here to stop all the new American lackeys, they are really not worried about whether we can hold it at all, didn't you see that Lao Tzu's fingers were about to cramp just now? It's not to make those new American agents cool upside down. ”

With a sad expression, Pyra stretched out her other prosthetic hand, which was now full of bullet holes.

He said indignantly:

"Look at what the hell has become of my prosthetic hand that can be compared to a work of art, now there are so many bullet holes and defects, and when I go home to hold the handle, I'm afraid it won't even feel good!"

A smile hung on the corner of Falco's mouth, and he stretched out his metal prosthetic hand, and said teasingly:

"Don't worry, Pila, when we both go to the Lizzy Bar together, let me help you hold the handle!"

", I didn't find you so disgusting before, Falco." Pyrrha said in disgust.

The gecko opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after thinking about the speed at which he could speak, he finally did not choose to speak.

In the past, it was used as an experiment for a new berserk component by Moore Technology, and then was sent to Regina by Lin Mo for treatment, and after being successfully discharged from the hospital, he also successfully participated in the plan to attack the Moore Technology Building.

After the project ended, he naturally became Jack's subordinate, and has now been part of Mann Team for a long time.

As a patient of the same "Cyberpsychiatric Institute", Mann has also been treated at Regina's "Cyberpsychiatric Institute", so Gecko is still very affectionate to this "sympathetic" patient.

Due to the inevitable sequelae in the process of treating his sanity, he not only speaks a little slowly, but also thinks in a more "single-threaded" way.

Hearing Dorio and the others' criticism of Mann and David, he thought everyone was really angry.

"Gecko, you better care more about yourself than about others, if it weren't for the bad ideas of those two guys, you wouldn't be staying here to block bullets." Dorio turned his head, glanced at the gecko with concern, looked at it for a moment, and asked:

"Were you seriously injured in the battle just now?"

The gecko scratched its head, smiled innocently, and leaned slightly as it showed her back to the crowd. Side said:

"No... A little, a small wound, no... Seriously. ”

However, having said that, he gasped when the others looked at his back.

The wide, muscular back was now densely covered with bullet holes, a horrific scene reminiscent of the holes of a beehive, and the bulletproof vest worn on the body had long since been pierced, revealing the steel bracket beneath the bulletproof skin.

It is conceivable that if the gecko had not been implanted with enough epidermal protective prosthetics to block all the bullets of the New American agents, such intense firepower would have killed them all round after round.

"Thank you for your hard work." Dorio sighed.

"Not bitter.... Because, it doesn't hurt. Gecko said with a smile.

In order to better carry the new berserk component, Moore Technology also implanted a pain editor in his body.

Even after the treatment of Regina and others, he removed many prostheses, and now there are still many powerful and sophisticated prostheses left in his body, and Pain Editor is one of them.

Ordinary gunshot wounds didn't feel anything to him.

And even without the pain editor, he was used to the pain.

After all, compared to the tortured years that used to be used as a test subject in Moore's Science Labs, this wound was nothing now.