"Are we mercenaries, or are they mercenaries? I said we should find regular mercenaries in the next life."

Anderson asks Benny a sincere question.

At the Dewdrop Hotel, Anderson and Benny hide behind a wall and watch a man with a large prosthetic body throw the television out.

They were mixed with artillery before, but they didn't expect the artillery to die before they left the division, and they didn't do anything big, and they were directly blocked in the store and killed when they collected protection money.

The sergeant seems to be kind, but he is still a gang boss at heart, and he would rather kill a traitor by mistake than let it go.

It is true that these little shrimps did not actually rebel, but it was all because the artillery died suddenly, and the traitor's flag was halfway raised and withdrawn, and it could be found in the pocket.

Benny snorted angrily: "Day by day, life after life, life after life, look at your force, you know, Morton doesn't know?!"

Shut your damn mouth! Brain-dead! At the door of the next life, you'll have to be dragged by Morton's whistle to feed the rats! ”

That's right, the mercenaries they found were found from the streets.

Night City locals know that the best mercenaries are in the afterlife nightclub.

Can they go there and find mercenaries?

No, firstly, they may not be able to get in, and secondly, they don't have any money - and when they were drinking on the side of the road and getting drunk, they actually found a mercenary to take over.

The mercenary was now by the window, two meters tall, both arms were hardcovered, none of the pipes were exposed, and all he could see was expensive alloy armor.

Morton had tried a few blitzes just now, but the result was like a bullet hitting his arms, with no real effect other than clanging.

Benny actually beat the drum in his heart: he drank too much at the time, and he didn't notice that the weapons in this man's hand were all ruthless things that he had never seen before.

The mercenary calls himself "Uncle Hardcore" - and what follows only deepens his understanding of the name.

"Try throwing a grenade."

The strong man took out a grenade from his pocket and looked out the window at the oil pipeline—

This look scared Benny stupid: "Good man! That's the pipeline of Peizhuo Petrochemical! If we blow it up, we'll die! ”

"You're afraid of a hanging hair, it's so easy to blow up, are you a fool to be Peizhuo Petrochemical?! Scare them, or you run away! ”

The hardcore uncle roared, making Benny's hearing and prosthetics tremble, and the next second, there was an explosion outside the window!

Rumble!

This time it was not only blown up on the oil pipeline, but also in the heart of the Six Street Gang outside the window, and in Benny's heart:

This bastard is completely deadly!

Benny realized that these mercenaries were certainly not locals: no mercenary would do that!

However, this bombing, as the hardcore uncle said, the Six Street Gang was frightened!

Another TV was thrown out by the hardcore uncle, who played the classic kidnapper declaration, but instead he turned around and waved at Benny and the others in the room:

"Prepare to fire and catch them off guard!"

"Huh? I thought we were going to negotiate? ”

"Talk about a hammer, a grenade, a gun, what is there to hit, jump out and grab the car and run away after the fight! Be bold! ”

The roar of the hardcore uncle was extremely penetrating, and every word seemed to be smashed on their heads, and some of the timid ones were directly affected by his roar, and their blood pressure soared, and they grabbed the weapon in their hands

"Up, up, up! Fire! ”

A few of the little brothers by the window poked their heads out before Benny could get instructions.

Bang!

A bullet pierced his cheekbone, and the man also happened to replace his own cheekbone and set up a facial prosthesis here.

The bullet easily pierced through his prosthetic body, and the exaggerated kinetic energy easily created a hole in his face, and a large piece of parts and synthetic fluid swayed out!

A faint blue trace of ionized air appeared in the air, and the hardcore uncle's face changed instantly, and the head that wanted to poke out for an assault shrank.

"Keep firing!"

The younger brothers froze in place, this time no one was encouraged by him again, but their heads hiding behind cover were not safe!

A drone slowly swept out the window, and the bullets instantly struck like a raging storm!

The hardcore uncle's pupils shrank sharply, and he hid in the corner of the wall with an arrow step, curled up like a turtle, and hugged his head!

Bang bang!

The glass shattered instantly, and the trajectory of the bullet in the air was extremely chaotic, but each bullet seemed to have eyes, and the curve hit them!

Crash!

At the end of the first round of shooting, the glass smashed to the ground, and several Sixth Street Gangs also smashed to the ground.

"Ah!! Lao Tzu was shot! ”

Benny and Anderson covered their eyes and necks, and the other brothers had fallen to the ground without luck.

Seeing this scene, the hardcore uncle already understood what was going on: the enemy had mastered all their positions!

I don't know what's going on, but now I have to run!

He strode up a radio from his desk, tuned it a few times, and then threw it out!

Is he really not able to run?

Not necessarily, only someone needs to drive to pick him up, so that rushing out will at most be a few more bullet holes on his body.

He was a big man with a wide footstep span, he took three steps and made two steps, grabbed Benny or Anderson, and instantly came to the door, and quickly ran towards the door at the end of the corridor to the outside world!

But just as he was about to rush out, the iron door twisted exaggeratedly—

A huge fist print appeared on it.

Bang!

The fist smashed through the iron door in an instant, and the hardcore uncle had no time to close his steps!

Jack felt himself hit the man in the head!

Bang!

It was not the sound of bones shattering, but the sound of metal colliding, and Uncle Galaxy's head was visibly deformed and flew upside down!

Click.

The hardcore uncle fell to the ground, his head buzzing.

But looking at the door in front of him that had been easily removed, he knew he had to fight back.

The nerves that had been hit hard were a little sluggish, and the concealed pouch under the armpit opened.

Compared to the average gun pouch, this thing is exaggerated, opening from the armpit all the way to the top of the pelvis, considering his two-meter-tall stature, it is really not an ordinary pistol.

It was a strange weapon that was longer than a submachine gun, but slightly shorter than a rifle—

Drawing his gun a little later than before, his nerves were a little duller than before, and he didn't notice at all that he was on his side, and V had already broken in with a knife!

The moment the stout mechanical arm pulled the trigger, V's mantis knife cut off the arms that held the gun, but the fingers did not release the trigger!

Seeing this scene, V reacted extremely quickly and slashed at the gun, but the bullet was fired, and the broken arm jumped like a drone under the influence of recoil, and the mantis knife was almost unable to catch up!

The sound sounded almost comparable to that of an anti-tank sniper rifle -

Bang bang!

Scold!

Before V could cut the weapon, the gun fired a total of 12 rounds.

The bullet even smashed through the door panel in Jack's hand, piercing the front part of the gloves, and leaving horrific bullet marks in the room.

"Oh, slow down"

The hardcore uncle on the ground was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth to bear the strong tingling sensation caused by the severed cyber prosthetic limb and the electric current causing the nerves.

Jack looked at the punch in his hand that had been pierced by the bullet: the bullet was stuck in the fist and almost shot into his arm.

V also looked at the bullet holes around him and was surprised by the power of this weapon: "What kind of gun is this so exaggerated?" ”

The hardcore uncle struggled to step back, looking around as he retreated: something that he thought was exaggerated had appeared.

Most of the people on this floor just now were only injured by smart bullets, but most of them have been separated by this time.

It is clear that the woman with the mantis knife did a lot in less than 10 seconds, from the time the drone fired to the time he was smashed with a fist.

"The old breed of Mallorian, the two of them are not bad." He barely kept his senses awake and smiled bitterly.

He needs to buy some time-

[The sniper is in position.] 】

Just when V was about to say something cruel, she suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Yo, and a companion?" ”

The hardcore uncle was stunned, and a large number of false frames appeared in his righteous eyes.

He's hacked!

When was this?!

"Grass!"

Yikes!

The current flashed, and the hardcore uncle completely lost consciousness.

[V: Continue the pursuit? 】

[Lille: I ran away, I didn't find a position, I'm quite sophisticated, and the equipment is good, it shouldn't be as simple as one or two people. 】

In the street not far away, two second-hand Mizutani Hayabusa had just been activated, and the driver of one of the cars suddenly paused and began to vomit uncontrollably!

The companion in the other car changed his face when he saw this scene, and the person in the co-pilot immediately changed to the car, and no longer cared about the captured hardcore uncle, and began to run away.

As he ran, he also sent a message to his fellow snipers waiting elsewhere:

[Don't snipe, give up the rescue, get hacked, run away first! ] 】

[Change your strategy!] 】

(End of chapter)