In the year 2076, in this cyberpunk world, dodging bullets is not impossible.

There are only a few conditions that need to be met: hardware, there must be a number of strengthened prostheses that strengthen his nerves, strengthen his muscles and bones, and improve his ability to transport blood, and meet as many needs as possible.

Then equip it with processors and chips that will pull up the protrusion in the optic nerve from the cyber modulator and sift out the muzzle, trigger, and other details that help determine the trajectory.

By judging the muzzle of the gun and the timing of pulling the trigger, the chip quickly calculates the trajectory of the bullet, and then drives the prosthetic body to dodge before the shot.

The success rate of dodging depends on a number of factors, such as the computing power of the entire system, the clarity of the image, and, most notably, the speed of the enemy's reaction and adjustment.

An enemy with a faster reaction and faster adjustment can perfectly lock on to your body while you are moving, as long as the reaction and adjustment speed are on a horizontal line, the one who fired the gun will always be in possession.

And then there's the number of bullets --

The ballistic escape algorithm is just an algorithm, a prosthetic-driven model, not a magic, and not a causality weapon!

When the rate of fire of the bullet reaches a certain level, the success rate of the so-called ballistic escape algorithm will plummet!

With a sunny smile, Mann and the others pulled the trigger, and the flame of the muzzle of the gun was like a small sun under the man's righteous eyes, making his cold heart

It's even colder.

The dodge probability dropped to less than 10% in an instant, and these large-caliber bullets rained down on him like a downpour!

The chip has planned for him the only mode of action that he can survive: all the energy of his body is used for running and jumping, and now jump behind a cover where he can dodge these bullets!

A stone pier located 20 meters away!

The powerful lone wolf is full of strength, and the two strong and powerful cyber bionic legs kick hard, and the ground is kicked out of the cracks!

It's a pity that he has a prosthetic, and Mann has it too.

has been with Lille for so long, although he is often beaten with a broken hand and his skull is dented, but he does earn a lot.

And it's Mann who is often almost killed, and most of the money earned by the others is used to upgrade equipment.

Rebecca has been replaced with new bionic muscles and bones, these enhanced prosthetics are powered by a fire control chip, aiming at the head and recoil control to provide micro-self-aiming adjustment -

Now it's not an exaggeration to say she's a humanoid turret.

The two prosthetic eyes capture all the visual images and send them to the processor, and those details that you would not normally pay attention to are also extracted and turned into data, and the processor equipped with the fire control chip quickly completes the calculation.

The trajectory of the activity, the speed of action, the slight deviation of each shot in the wind, inertia are taken into account.

Immediately after, the chip will feed back a control current to adjust the angle of each shot in a subtle way that Rebecca can barely feel.

Her arm seemed to be aiming at herself, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly locked on the trajectory of the enemy's movements!

The first bullet hit him in the shoulder in 0.2 seconds of the enemy's jump, it was a small-caliber bullet with a poor angle of incidence, and it was bounced off by the subcutaneous armor of the shoulder, which only slightly interfered with his jump trajectory.

In 0.5 seconds, 12 shotgun projectiles smashed into her body, and the subcutaneous armor was smashed and deformed, and she was also pushed by the huge kinetic energy of the shotgun.

In 0.7 seconds, 4 bullets hit his body, 1 small-bore, 34 shotgun projectiles, this time the force of the bullet tore his left hand, the subcutaneous armor was pierced, parts flew away, and he also lost control of himself.

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In 0.8 seconds, he had already moved 16 meters, but the whole person had a tendency to fly diagonally, and I don't know how many rifle bullets, submachine gun bullets and shotgun bullets hit him.

His arms, shoulders, and half of his body began to crack, and his legs came to his chest at this time, and seemed to twist into an exaggerated angle.

As his body spiraled out of control, more and more bullets hit his body, causing his whole body to split in the air.

In 1.2 seconds, he successfully landed, but deviated too much from the intended trajectory, and his body was only a small bar.

Whew——

"Haha! Refreshing! On the Mackinault, which was drifting at high speed, Rebecca had just finished firing a magazine, and white smoke came out of the shotgun in her hand.

"Whew." She exhaled and blew away the cigarette from the muzzle of the gun, nodding her head in praise, "That's good, it's good, I said we should shoot all the time." ”

None of the people in their car had the nerve components of Ann Westein's level, and although they could support the arm prosthesis loaded with a fire control chip to assist in aiming, it was difficult to see how it happened.

All they could see was that the man was scurrying out like a mouse, so fast that only afterimages could be seen, and the dense bullets chased after the big mouse, gnawing at him little by little in the air like a locust eating it.

The shattered body smashed to the ground, stubbornly sliding into the cover, revealing only a long leg, and then.

Bang!

The drifted Mackinou slammed into the bunker of his dreams.

Mann opened the car door and jumped from the car to the ground with a snap of a Arasaka Nobu assault rifle in one hand.

I have to say that cyber transformers are really hard to die.

The man's body had been shattered by bullets, and the subcutaneous armor on the side had been completely dented and deformed by the bullets, and the bullets did not seem to penetrate his armor, but escaped through the gap between the deformed armor and his body.

Maybe the electronic kidneys have been broken, and synthetic fluid is constantly flowing from the horrible hole.

The joints of the limbs are obviously deformed, and although they can still move, the components of the palms of the hands have burst into lightning, and they can only tremble slightly.

At this point, he also knew why the Six Street Gang had been attacked: the man seemed to have some kind of stake in his heel, and judging by the thickness and structure, the moment it popped out should be able to pierce through most of the concrete structure, allowing people to stand on a vertical plane.

When Mann saw this man, he had the feeling of seeing his old self - that was the way he had been when he was beaten by military technology.

With a massive, inexpensive first-generation prosthetic structure to increase combat capabilities, it is said that it is human, but in fact it looks more like a robot.

This is not the case, and after many reminders from David and Burger King, Mann is now a gunslinger.

In Lille's words:

I can't understand the gun, so I change the prosthetic body all day long, and I'm blind to a van person.

The lone wolf's high prosthetic nature is largely due to the fact that he is a lone wolf with little support, and the situation he faces is complex and changeable, and he needs to equip himself with as comprehensive prosthetics and equipment as possible to deal with possible situations.

But why should you practice yourself if you can suppress it with firepower?

The man's broken artificial vocal cords let out a broken scream:

". Are the people of Night City so unruly? ”

Mann looked back: the street behind him was littered with parts of cars and transhumans, and there were bullet holes they had punched throughout.

Now they are using military weapons, although they are slightly insufficient compared to the special strange weapons in this group of foreign mercenaries, but they can't stand up to a large amount, and the dense fire can completely leave conspicuous bullet holes or even potholes in the ground.

But.

"What rules?"

"You're shooting like this in the street? Your police and the Terrorist Task Force."

Mann laughed, "The Terror Squad doesn't care about that, as for the police—you're attacking the local police in Saint-Domingue right now!" ”

As he spoke, Mann grabbed the man's head and lifted it up, taking the personal link in.