Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 936, Section 146: Lilith

Now that it has been determined that he is only facing six cyber psychiatrists who are fighting their own battles, what should he do next?
no doubt.

"Hey, hello."

Carl stepped out of the shadows naturally, and to be considerate of the patients' feelings, he specifically used the single-pointed "you" to greet them, so as not to provoke the already delusional cyberpsychotics into further madness.

However, these cyberpsychotics didn't seem to appreciate it. Of course, it could also be because they didn't have Chinese language chips installed and couldn't understand what Karl was saying. In any case, when Karl appeared in front of them, their first action was exactly the same.

That was by locking onto him with a scarlet, suddenly brightened prosthetic eye.

"That's hardly a friendly response."

Carl muttered something, and Zalia Hughes had already moved.

"hiss--!"

With a shrill, inhuman screech, the mantis blade on her arm flashed two streaks of cold light, and Sianwistan activated instantly, transforming into a blood-red afterimage as he rushed forward.

Almost simultaneously, five other cyberpsychotics, like killing machines turned on by a switch, moved with Krenzikov's acceleration effect so fast they left afterimages, rushing towards Karl from different directions. One of them, a burly man equipped with a gorilla arm, roared and slammed his heavy fist into Karl's face.

Faced with an attack that could kill any ordinary mercenary instantly, Karl simply turned slightly to the side.

Zalia's mantis knife grazed his neck by millimeters, the blade whistling sharply. In the instant before an ordinary person could react, Karl's seemingly ordinary arm shot out like lightning, precisely gripping her wrist.

Twist, pull—snap!
The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the silent warehouse.

Miss Zalia's arm had clearly been modified, but as a member of the Vortex Gang, she could only be said to have done a lot of modifications, but not very sophisticated ones. The materials used for the arm were not of high quality, so it was easily broken by Karl's leisurely movements, and the bone, made of some unknown material, was snapped.

Her mantis knife was still hanging in mid-air, and her arm had been completely twisted by Karl.

Then, Karl swung her up like a human weapon and slammed her into the two enemies charging from the side.

"boom!"

The three collided, and the sound of bones cracking rang out again.

At that moment, the gorilla's heavy fist was already at the back of his head, but Karl didn't turn his head. He just casually raised his hand behind him—that hand, which looked like it was made of flesh and blood, actually caught the heavy blow that was enough to smash through a concrete wall!

The force of the punch ruffled the hair on Karl's forehead.

The burly man's sinister smile froze on his face. Even the cyber-psychotic felt an instinctive sense of unease and threat at that moment.

However, before the burly man could instinctively realize something was wrong and push him away, Carl had already clenched his five fingers. The titanium skeleton emitted a faint hum under the bionic skin. The next second, the burly man's thick metal prosthetic limb made a teeth-grinding twisting sound as it was deformed by Carl's bare hands!
The prosthetic bodies you use and the prosthetic bodies I use are not comparable at all.

The gorilla arm that the burly man could earn a few hundred euros a day as a porter in the docks to cover maintenance costs is nothing compared to Carl's prosthetic arm, which has been the world's best since its inception. The difference between the two is like fireflies and the moon.

However, seeing the gorilla's arm deformed by his own grip, Carl was still somewhat surprised.

He initially just felt like he could do it, so he tried it and discovered that he could actually do it now.

Moreover, the strength that the burly man had just used would have been something I would never have risked taking a year ago. Although his gorilla arm was of inferior quality, a gorilla arm is like a shot put; as long as you can swing it, its strength is not bad.

Judging from the force of the punch, this blow was enough to deform the vehicle from the middle. With such power, he actually managed to withstand it steadily, only his steps became slightly heavier as he approached the ground.
My own body seems to have become extraordinary without me even realizing it.

How come I feel like my physique is comparable to Jack's? I don't drink protein powder or take any supplements like David and Jack do.

Strange as it was, Karl's hands didn't stop moving. He slightly bent and twisted the strong man's arm, and the force from his palm was transmitted to the strong man's arm, causing it to twist, and then his body also began to contort.

"Let's take a flight."

Before Karl could finish speaking, his left foot had already quietly slipped out and gently tripped the strong man's supporting leg at the ankle.

Just as the opponent lost his balance, he used his arm to exert force, and the burly man's huge body actually rose into the air, drawing an awkward arc in the air.

I learned this move from an Aikido tutorial video about Mewtwo.

The martial art called Aikido emphasizes cutting into the opponent's blind spot and disrupting their balance. It combines the essence of jujitsu and wrestling techniques and focuses on guiding the opponent's strength to counterattack.

Although Aikido is more of a theoretical martial art and does not focus on actual combat, its core is closer to the idea of ​​"winning without fighting" and it is a kind of "formal" martial art. However, its techniques derived from Jiu-Jitsu and wrestling are indeed effective. Carl had just casually memorized them at the time, but he did not expect that when he actually used them, the feel was unexpectedly smooth.

Driven by Karl's strength, the burly man's massive body was lifted into the air. Then Karl released his grip, and the man flew out like a tattered sandbag, crashing heavily into the metal pillars of the warehouse.

The collision produced a dull thud, followed by a crisp sound, possibly from a breaking spine, after which the burly man slid off the pillar and crashed to the ground, motionless.

'My technique isn't refined enough. Usually, the emphasis is on using the opponent's momentum, but I seem to be simply using my own strength to throw them off balance.'

Having silently memorized this point and feeling that he had made some progress, Karl still had two more people to face.

There were six people in total. Zalia was used as a weapon by Karl and slammed into two people. The burly man was thrown by Karl and flew into a pillar. Only the two people who were a little slower arrived now.

In the time perception of S. A.S. and Krenzikov, a delay of even a millisecond can make a huge difference.

However, whether by coincidence or not, the last two slower cyberpsychotics happened to flank each other from the left and right, perfectly coordinating their movements in terms of timing and position.

The man on the left had an iron pipe in his hand, which looked like it had been hastily pulled from somewhere and was rusty. He swung it at Karl's temple, while the man on the right revealed a sharp modified claw blade that popped out from between his fingers and aimed straight for Karl's ribs.

Instead of retreating, Karl stepped forward, taking half a step towards the iron pipe. Just as the weapon was about to reach him, he slightly lowered his body, cleverly cutting his left foot between his opponent's feet, while simultaneously raising his right hand to block and restrain his opponent's wrist holding the pipe.

Before his opponent could unleash the full force of his swing, he preemptively blocked the opponent's wrist, thus disrupting the opponent's arm's power.

"Too straightforward."

He commented softly, using the force of the other person's forward momentum to pull them to the right, and then used his left hand to support the other person's elbow. The person immediately lost their balance and was pulled forward.

Carl stepped aside, and the hand that was pulling him gave a final, slight pull before leaving.

"boom!"

The man lunged forward several meters, crashing face-first to the ground, the iron pipe rolling a considerable distance. Almost simultaneously, the enemy's modified prosthetic claws were upon him from the right.

Karl remained calm and composed. His right hand coiled around the other man's arm like a snake, and with a gentle press of his fingers against the wrist, the man's entire wrist was instantly shattered by the force of Karl's fingers. The man's hand went limp and hung down, and the claw blades, having lost their support for the wrist, retracted into the gaps between his fingers with a 'click'.

After crippling the opponent's hand, Karl withdrew his hand, turned to the side, took a step forward, and pressed his shoulder against the opponent's chest, delivering a perfect close-quarters tackle that sent the man flying.

"Ugh!"

With a painful groan, Carl's experimental close-quarters movement caused the Vortex Gang's cyber psychopath's chest to cave in, and he was sent flying backward.

'With that level of force, wouldn't it be better to just walk right up and smash the opponent's body to pieces? I roughly remember that this kind of force won't leave me covered in blood and flesh, and won't obstruct my vision during combat.'

Using familiar techniques he wanted to try, Carl avoided using his usual monomolecular wire and gun throughout the process, slightly prolonging the lives of these cyberpsychotics.

"In terms of efficiency, it is indeed not as fast as simply exerting force, but more practice is not without its benefits."

As he made this assessment, Karl approached the person who had lunged forward a few meters, landing face-first in a bloody mess, but still had some strength to slowly get up.

'If you want speed and lethality, this is the way to go.'

Instead of trying to deal with them while practicing, Karl decided to combine his strength to face the Cyber ​​Mentally ill who stood up and was about to charge at him. He tried to combine his strength slightly.

His left leg lashed out like a whip, striking Cyber's right knee with pinpoint accuracy. With a sickening cracking sound, Cyber's leg lost its power during his sprint, his right leg snapped in the opposite direction at the joint, and his entire sprinting posture became a twisted and misdirected forward lunge.

As the guy lunged at his left, Carl grabbed the back of his neck to stop the momentum as he passed by, then raised his knee and slammed it into the guy's face.

After a simple impact, his face was completely caved in, and his four prosthetic eyes shattered on his bloodied face as the cyber psychopath collapsed limply to the ground.

"I probably understand."

Karl commented on this, then drew his 'KK' from his waist and fired three shots without turning his hand back.

Karl hadn't forgotten Zalia, whom he initially threw out as a weapon, or the two people who were hit by the impact.

His hand and foot skills have been practiced enough. He's confirmed that even after almost a month, his hands and feet haven't become rusty from handling official duties; on the contrary, they've become even more refined. Now it's time to practice his marksmanship.

However, marksmanship
From the moment he arrived in Night City, Karl seemed to have always been exceptionally outstanding.

Even if you say you hit the bullseye every time...
"Ding."

While Karl was convinced that firing a gun with his back turned was incredibly cool and that he had definitely taken care of the three men, his ears caught a sound that didn't sound like a gun hitting its target.

This made him sigh.

"I mean, can't I at least show some self-satisfaction and boast a little? Can't you at least give me some face?"

Carl turned around and looked at the two Vortex Gang members who had been shot between the eyebrows and were lying on the ground. Then he looked at Zalia Hughes, who was between them, using her only remaining arm to cut through her own bullet with a mantis knife, and realized that something was not right.

Zalia Hughes seems different now, not quite the same as before.

Zalia Hughes was just a typical cyber psychopath. Even though her equipment was better than other Vortex gang cyber psychopaths, and her instinctive combat skills were superior, she was still just a street cyber psychopath. There were plenty of people in the afterlife who could handle this.

But now, Zalia Hughes gives Karl the feeling that...
There was a slight sense of threat.

It's amazing.

A sense of threat.

These are Chiyome and Oda Santayu; unless they fight with all their might, they won't give me any feeling now.

I actually sensed this in a cyber psychopath from the Vortex Gang?

With such fighting skills, if he weren't crazy, I think Brick wouldn't even need to stay in his position; he could just give it to you. Although the Whirlpool Gang doesn't rise to power solely based on fighting ability, with this kind of talent, it would be a shame if he didn't become a leader.

Just as Carl was feeling a surge of excitement, he quickly realized that the sense of threat he was feeling did not seem to be coming from Zalia Hughes herself.

In other words, Carl didn't sense any threat from her actions or even her fighting stance. To be more precise, the threat seemed to come from something within Zalia Hughes herself.

Something in the body?

Carl found the thought that popped into his head strange, but immediately trusted his instincts.

Zalia Hughes's behavior in front of Karl also became increasingly strange.

Her body began to convulse, and she started muttering something.

In that murmur, Karl heard a word.

Lilith?
what is that?
Curious, but seeing Zalia Hughes's body convulsing more and more, and clearly feeling that something was wrong, Carl made a move.

The module in his sleeve slipped off and then assembled with the gun in his hand. Carl then raised the gun.

"call out--"

Zalia Hughes instinctively tried to block it, just like she had blocked bullets before, but before she could, her head had already been blown apart.

"Do you really think I'm some kind of BOSS who just stands there and watches someone clearly acting strangely and about to transform?"

Carl shook the 'KK' he had switched to the technology module, then cleanly and neatly tucked it back into his belt.

No matter how strange you are, the speed is determined by the Sinweistein itself. That type of Sinweistein cannot be started a second time in a short period of time.

In other words, it can never be faster than a bullet from a technological weapon.

(End of this chapter)