Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Instead of associating with local gangs, they specialized in dealing with troublemakers and thugs, becoming the protectors of the neighborhood.

The original leader of the Sixth Street Gang was extremely charismatic. He taught people how to protect themselves and their families, and how to seek justice from other gangs. He was very popular, and under his leadership, the Sixth Street Gang became synonymous with order in the entire Santo Domingo district.

This situation has continued to this day; the NCPD rarely intervenes in matters in the Santo Domingo district, which is basically managed by the Sixth Street gang.

Most members of the Sixth Street Gang are retired soldiers, former employees of corporate security forces, and former police officers. They have high combat effectiveness and military skills. Civilians who join the gang also receive military training. It is a gang with a strong sense of martial ethics.

Come to think of it, if the Sixth Street Gang didn't have enough martial spirit, they wouldn't have been able to manage the security of the Santo Domingo district indefinitely in place of the NCPD.

"Although these Sixth Street gang bastards are hardly worthy of the slogan of upholding justice for the city, at least they still have some affection for the people in their own neighborhood."

The old captain had many connections within the Sixth Street gang, which made it inevitable that he could get by in the Santo Domingo district, because if you wanted to do business in Santo Domingo, you couldn't bypass the Sixth Street gang.

"what can I do?"

Ke Ling asked directly, saying he didn't mind being the one to give the Sixth Street Gang a push from behind, using and instigating them to deal with the Demon Gang. Although it wasn't as simple and brutal as just charging in, it would allow him to stay out of the fray as much as possible.

"Don't rush. Although that old priest is your guarantor, I still need to personally verify your competence."

The old captain smiled and shook his head. Of course, he wouldn't entrust such an important matter directly to Ke Ling, even with the priest's guarantee. He had to see Ke Ling's capabilities for himself.

"No problem. What do you need me to prove?"

Ke Ling was not surprised by this. The old captain cared a lot about Santo Domingo and the local people. Most of his brothers were the same way. They were all willing to die for Santo Domingo. They were all hostile to the company and to Arasaka.

Ke Ling knew the reason for this. Arasaka had done something terrible in the Santo Domingo district, polluting the water source. Pollution was bad enough, but these corporate dogs didn't say anything, which meant that the people of Santo Domingo had to drink polluted water for a long time.

During that time, adults kept falling ill, and children kept dying; the entire city of Santo Domingo was shrouded in a veil of death.

By the time the people of Santo Domingo found the cause, countless people had died as a result, but Arasaka did not respond to this, stating that they were unaware of it.

No one believed this nonsense, and the people of Santo Domingo thus formed a blood feud with Arasaka. It was a real blood feud, and it's possible that people in every household died because of it.

Arasaka's capacity for causing harm is indeed strong. Even now, the people of Santo Domingo are still bearing the consequences of the evils sown by Arasaka. Every year, a large number of people and children still fall ill due to water pollution, and the average lifespan of the people of Santo Domingo is shorter.

"Help me kill someone."

The old captain stated his request, which surprised Ke Ling. He had thought the old captain would ask him to help get a car.

If Roger of the Next Life Bar is the "King of Middlemen" in Night City, then the Old Captain is the "King of Used Cars" in Night City. Of course, the cars he sells are generally not from legitimate sources; they are either stolen or robbed, and their cost is very low. His main selling point is that they are of good quality and inexpensive.

This also proves that the old captain had a strong relationship with the Sixth Street gang, after all, the Sixth Street gang specializes in the modified car business.

If the old captain hadn't had strong connections, he would have been killed by the Sixth Street gang long ago if he hadn't been in the used car business in Santo Domingo.

"I've sent you the target."

As the old captain spoke, he lit another cigarette; he seemed to be quite a heavy smoker.

"An old man?"

Ke Ling received the document, and he was somewhat puzzled. The mission target's name was Derek Garman, an old man with white hair.

"The environmental expert, a Santo Domingo native, took Arasaka's dirty money. This old bastard is standing up for Arasaka, saying that water pollution is not Arasaka's problem, but his granddaughter died because of it! But for money, he has abandoned his conscience."

When Derek Garman was mentioned, the old captain gritted his teeth, clearly showing his utter contempt for the old man.

“He has many Arasaka agents secretly protecting him, and now he’s been set up as a benchmark. His existence is like Arasaka constantly slapping the faces of the Santo Domingo people. If you can take him down, I can entrust the Devil Gang to you with peace of mind.”

The old captain kept talking, getting angrier and angrier. Ke Ling could understand his anger. This Derek Garman was a "traitor," and everyone should kill such a person.

"I understand."

Ke Ling nodded, turned and left. Killing such people was a burden for him, and he even felt pleasure in it. He had deeply empathized with the people of Santo Domingo. "Traitors" deserve to die!

The old captain, as expected of a professional middleman, hadn't been in the Santo Domingo district for nothing after all that time; the information he provided was very detailed.

Derek Garman's daily routine, including where he appeared every day and which routes he frequently took, was meticulously recorded. The power of local bullies was terrifying; even the agents under Arasaka's protection were unaware of it.

"Unfortunately, I don't need it."

Ke Ling finished reviewing the information, but he didn't want to go through all that trouble or calculate so much; he planned to take a simple and direct approach.

That night, Ke Ling arrived at Derek Garman's apartment. The old man clearly had taken a lot of dirty money; he lived in a detached house in the Coronado Farm District of Santo Domingo.

If the old man lived in an apartment building, Ke Ling might have to put in some effort, but living in a place like this was a piece of cake.

"Sniff."

With a twitch of his nose, Ke Ling pinpointed the locations of several Arasaka agents; some were hidden inside houses, while others were hidden outside huts.

"Six. Arasaka seems to value this guy quite a bit."

Ke Ling activated his optical camouflage, slowed his breathing, and controlled his footsteps, concealing his voice in the silent night.

Urokodaki Sakonji could walk and run without making a sound. Ke Ling had played many games and naturally knew the importance of walking silently. Therefore, he naturally asked Urokodaki Sakonji for relevant tips, which came in handy at this moment.

"Crack!"

Ke Ling easily approached the back of an Aragaka agent and killed him with a "neck twist to the right." The agent probably didn't even know how he died.

Ke Ling dragged the agent's body into the bushes, climbed through the window into the cabin, and then jumped to the side of the agent on duty in the cabin's living room in a few steps. He then finished him off with a "neck twist to the right," making it a silent ghost jump.

Without any hesitation, Ke Ling went straight to the master bedroom. He saw his target, Derek Garman, an old man with white hair, sleeping in bed, completely unaware of the danger approaching.

"Pfft!"

The Shadow Sword Box appeared, and Ke Ling pulled out "Blood Cry" from it, slashing it at Derek Garman's throat. The old man was so fast that he didn't even have time to react before his body was completely separated from his head.

Mission accomplished, Ke Ling drifted away. Only after he had left the scene did noises come from the detached house. The other agents realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late.

"mission completed."

Ke Ling sent a message to the old captain, which greatly surprised the old captain.

"?! So fast?!"

The old captain was indeed surprised; he hadn't expected Ke Ling to complete the mission that very night.

"You can send someone to investigate."

Ke Ling smiled. To be honest, asking him to do this kind of thing was really a waste of his talents. With Derek Garman's level of security, even V and Jack could complete the mission.

"The person the priest recommended was indeed reliable."

A short while later, the old captain sent a message. Clearly, he had already sent someone to confirm the news: Ke Ling had indeed killed Derek Garman, and Arasaka's agents were looking for the killer.

I feel okay, but my throat hurts. I wonder if it's a sign of an impending cold.

Chapter 133 Raised the Moral Standards of Night City

The old captain was pleasantly surprised. The guy the priest had introduced was really quite capable; no wonder the priest had praised him so highly.

With this guy's help, the task should be a sure thing. After all, the mission targets are just a few Sixth Street gang members, and the difficulty is no more than taking down Derek Garman.

"Impersonating members of the Demon Gang to kill members of the Sixth Street Gang? Do you think such a simple attempt to shift blame and sow discord will work?"

After listening to the old captain's plan, Ke Ling raised questions, feeling that it was too simplistic and crude, and didn't seem like it could succeed.

"They just need an excuse, and all we have to do is give them one. It's that simple."

The old captain shrugged. They were just adding fuel to the fire. The Sixth Street Gang members were already on edge and would ignite at any moment, and killing was the perfect catalyst.

"Okay, I'll go right now. Just wait."

Ke Ling didn't refute anymore, but instead looked at the message sent by the old captain, which contained detailed information about all four targets.

“These guys are no good people. Killing them is like doing a service to the people. They are staunch corporate collaborators.”

The targets chosen by the old captain were naturally carefully selected. First, they had to have some influence; second, they had to be involved in bad deeds. They had no influence in the Sixth Street Gang, so killing them might not be discovered. If they were good people, the old captain would not want to kill them either.

"it is good."

Ke Ling nodded. This was exactly what he wanted. He would naturally have no psychological burden in killing this kind of person.

That very night, Ke Ling began his operation, heading to the home of a thug from the Sixth Street Gang.

Meanwhile, the death of Derek Garman began to take hold in Santo Domingo. The death of an environmental expert would be nothing in Night City, but in Santo Domingo, it was a huge deal, and a very good thing.

A scoundrel like Derek Gaman, who was specially worshipped and used as a propaganda machine, naturally incurred the hatred of the people of Santo Domingo. His death now made countless people of Santo Domingo feel that they had finally gotten their revenge.

In particular, the photo of "Derek Gaman being beheaded" that circulated online was immediately hung up by many people in Santo Domingo, although it certainly didn't look very nice to hang up.

That evening, Ke Ling used the same trick again, sneaking into the house of a Sixth Street gang member. It was another detached house, but this time it was much easier than getting into Derek Garman's house.

In any case, Derek Garman is surrounded by professional Arasaka security personnel who protect him day and night, and there are also people keeping watch at night.

These Sixth Street gang members, however, clearly didn't receive such good treatment. At three in the morning, the Sixth Street gang member's home was pitch black, with only the sound of the bastard snoring away.

Ke Ling went in and came out easily. Now the problem is, how can he expose his identity as a member of the Demon Gang?

Murder is easy, but how can you prove that it was someone from the Devil Gang who did it?

"There is."

Ke Ling returned to his room and looked at the various facilities. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he began to set up. Directly writing "Murderers' Demon Gang" was indeed too obvious. Instead, he decided to set up a sacrificial ritual on the ground, a demon sacrifice ritual.

While this is quite obvious, it fits the character of the Demon Gang. They call themselves "Demon Worshippers" and believers in the "Undying Demon" Davo Collins. Therefore, the ritual of sacrificing to the demon is essential, making it a suitable mark to be left behind.

Ke Ling directly searched for some sacrificial rituals. He wasn't a real demon, so he naturally wouldn't understand these things, but he figured those guys from the "Demon Gang" were probably about the same as him.

No one understood the sacrificial ritual, but Ke Ling was the real "Undying Demon" Davo Collins, and the sacrificial ritual he used should, in theory, be the orthodox sacrificial ritual used by the Demon Gang.

Ke Ling left the sacrificial ritual very seriously, and nothing unexpected happened. The ritual did not produce any abnormalities and did not actually summon a demon or any other creature.

"At least as far as I know, there shouldn't be any of those messy forces in this world."

Ke Ling grumbled and left the house of the Sixth Street gangsters, then headed to the next house. There were four people there, and he was going to "sacrifice" them all tonight.

The next morning, the Sixth Street Gang received the news and rushed to the scene, where they saw the dead bodies of the four men.

To make the sacrificial ceremony seem more believable, Ke Ling made a lot of artistic embellishments to the corpses. At first glance, they still give off a strong sense of an evil ritual.

"Damn it! Those guys from the Demon Gang! They've gone too far!"

Upon seeing this scene, someone immediately began shouting and, without hesitation, pointing the finger directly at the Demon Gang.

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In this situation, it's hard to even open one's mouth to defend the Demon Gang. After all, no one was doing this kind of thing before those demon worshippers appeared, and this immediately brings to mind the Demon Gang.

"Isn't this a bit too obvious? Isn't this blatant framing?"

Some people from the side that supported the cooperation still stood up. If they remained silent at this point, the money would have been taken for nothing, and it would have been their people who died. Wouldn't that be framing someone?