Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Chapter 82 Why does he seem to have become even more ferocious again?

Several thugs from the Vortex Gang emerged from the surrounding shipping containers.

Their appearance is terrifying; they no longer have normal facial features like eyes and noses.

Their prosthetic eyes are not normal prosthetic eyes; instead, their entire faces have been cut open and modularized, fitted with exaggerated, protruding cybernetic prosthetics that gleam with a scarlet light.

Judging by their faces alone, one would almost think they were machines rather than normal humans.

Of course, in a sense, these cyber lunatics can hardly be considered normal humans.

To put it simply, when Ke Ling stands next to them, it's hard to say who looks more like a ghost, which explains why Ke Ling's appearance doesn't attract much attention in Night City.

After all, the people of Night City are well-informed and have seen all sorts of strange and wonderful things.

"It seems the owner of this place guessed we were coming."

Ke Ling muttered a complaint, saying that they were hiding behind a shipping container.

They were probably discovered as soon as they arrived; these cyber lunatics were already prepared and just waiting for them to come to them.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the other side of the container, gunshots rang out, accompanied by shouts and curses.

"Damn it! What the hell are you doing?!"

"There's a hacker! A pro! They've breached our network defenses!"

A thug from the Vortex Gang began firing wildly at his companion, before being quickly pinned to the ground.

"Smash the camera!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The cameras were quickly destroyed, and these thugs from the Vortex Gang, all seasoned veterans, immediately understood what was going on.

"They all have subcutaneous armor installed."

Lucy spoke, the light in her eyes fading. She had done it; no one was injured, but she had discerned some truth from falsehood.

"It's not surprising. It would be strange if these bastards didn't put on an act."

Jack Wells cursed; subcutaneous armor was definitely a must-have for these bastards.

He and V started changing magazines. Of course, there are ways to deal with subcutaneous armor, otherwise, if everyone had a full set of subcutaneous armor, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

The simplest solution, of course, is to switch to a more powerful weapon, such as an electromagnetic gun that can easily penetrate walls or armored vehicles.

With an electromagnetic gun and tungsten bullets, tearing apart inferior subcutaneous armor is as easy as tearing a piece of paper. Even the best subcutaneous armor can't withstand more than a few shots.

Defense is inherently more difficult than offense, and with advancements in subcutaneous armor, even more powerful weapons are sure to emerge.

Faced with increasingly terrifying weapons, subcutaneous armor is not much of a solution; the speed at which the two are updated and replaced is incomparable.

Of course, such a terrifying weapon is not something that just anyone can get their hands on; arms dealers strictly control its availability.

What should an ordinary person do when encountering an enemy equipped with subcutaneous armor? Are they just left to wait to die?

Of course not, just switch to armor-piercing rounds. Ordinary armor-piercing rounds are sufficient to deal with low-quality subcutaneous armor.

Even if you can't get through in one shot, you'll eventually get lucky if you fire a few more shots, as long as you don't get killed before that happens.

Jack Wells and V naturally prepared armor-piercing rounds, and most firearms also support various types of ordinary bullets and armor-piercing rounds.

Arms dealers are very savvy when it comes to supply and demand. If they want to sell armor-piercing rounds, they naturally have to support the use of ordinary firearms.

Firearms may be a one-off transaction, or at least you won't replace them very often, but bullets are different. Once they're used up, you have to buy more. That's the kind of business that requires a steady, long-term approach.

"I'll lead the charge. The three of you will provide fire support and protect yourselves."

Ke Ling drew his knife, stretched his body, and took a deep breath, feeling every cell in his body become excited.

"Go! Kill them!"

V held up the Ajax, an excited smile on his face.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

She poked the muzzle of Ajax's gun out, and the assault rifle began to fire bullets rapidly, as if they were free.

After being mowed down by V's Ajax, the eight Vortex gang members scattered and fled, choosing not to charge forward despite the hail.

The unlucky guy who chose to take the hit was shot through several times by V right away, but fortunately he survived the rest of his injuries, only hurting his arm and not his life.

Clearly, although they had all changed to subcutaneous armor, these Vortex Gang thugs weren't using anything high-end.

"Damn! These guys are tough. They're really willing to use armor-piercing rounds. These guys are rich! Don't rush to kill them!"

The vortex gang member, whose arm had been pierced by a bullet, had a gleam in his bloodshot eyes. His face showed no pain, but rather an increasing excitement.

This is a prosthetic body equipped with a pain editor, a device that can reduce or even completely eliminate pain.

The pain editor is a neural coprocessor that can inhibit the transmission of signals from the pain site to the parietal lobe of the brain, thus allowing users to not feel pain and to continue acting beyond the limits of ordinary people for a short period of time.

People who have this device installed have an extremely high mortality rate because they are completely unaware that they are about to die during battle.

"Water Breathing - Form Three - Flowing Dance".

Ke Ling darted out in one stride, her steps unpredictable, like a meandering stream.

He used it as a travel skill, moving in a serpentine pattern, and if he was lucky, he might even dodge some bullets.

At his current speed, it would be difficult for him to dodge bullets directly, but once he moves quickly, it would be very difficult for weapons without auto-aiming to aim at him accurately.

However, the thugs from the Whirlpool Gang did not shoot at him. When they saw him rush out, two members of the Whirlpool Gang went straight to meet him.

"Crack!"

With a flick of their arms, the two men unleashed sharp mantis knives from their forearms.

"Damn it! You want to fight me in close combat?! I'll fucking kill you!"

Clearly, the thugs of the Vortex Gang were very confident in their fighting abilities. Besides, wouldn't a righteous two-on-one fight kill you?

"Prosthetic eye reactivated!"

Lucy's eyes shone brightly, her gaze shifting with a kaleidoscope of colors. After Ke Ling rushed out, she and Jack Wells began to cover him.

She threw the basic puppets directly into the network. The ICE systems of these Vortex Gang members were not advanced and had little resistance against her.

“Zizzizi!!!”

The two Whirlpool Gang members who charged ahead were immediately hit; sparks flew from their crimson prosthetic eyes, and they lost all vision.

"Qiang!"

Ke Ling rushed in front of a member of the Whirlpool Gang and slashed him across the neck, sending him flying.

"boom!"

The Whirlpool Gang members slumped their heads and slammed them against the shipping container, denting it.

Without stopping, Ke Ling grabbed the head of the Whirlpool Gang member next to him and slammed it to the ground, then stomped on it, burying it in the ground.

"Holy crap! Why does it feel like Ke Ling has gotten even stronger?!"

V, gun in hand, eyes wide, suddenly slashed someone away with a single blow—how could that be acceptable?!

The thugs of the Whirlpool Gang were also startled, but they were not intimidated; instead, they became even more agitated.

"Damn it! Kill them!"

A thug from the Vortex Gang, carrying a flamethrower, blasted Ke Ling with flames, showing no concern whatsoever about injuring his comrades.

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Chapter 83 The Joy of Picking Up Trash

Amidst the flames, Ke Ling stood firmly and unaffected, thanks to the fire-retardant coating that effectively protected her from the damage.

"Shh!"

Ke Ling burst out of the flames, wielding the sharp blade in his hand, the flames flowing like water under the influence of the blade.

"Qiang!"

The Vortex Gang members wielding flamethrowers were instantly cut down, and the flames stopped erupting.

"Damn! This guy's prosthetic body is pretty complete! It even has a fire-retardant coating!"

Two more members of the Vortex Gang charged forward, shouting and radiating an aura of madness. Their bloodshot eyes were devoid of reason.

In fact, these Whirlpool Gang members are quite fast and strong, and their combat ability is significantly stronger than that of ordinary people. They have replaced many combat prosthetics and are fully equipped.

But these guys are clearly just fringe members of the "Vortex Gang," and the prosthetic bodies they've acquired are low-end.

This level of modification would be sufficient to deal with ordinary people, but it was clearly inadequate against Ke Ling, this ghost.

Ke Ling easily dodged a baseball bat swung by one person, and then kicked another person.

After being kicked by Ke Ling, the thug from the Vortex Gang was sent flying backward, crashing into the others before being dodged by his quick-reacting companions.

But before they could fire at Ke Ling, a hail of bullets once again enveloped them.

"Go to hell, you scum!"

After changing the magazine, V picked up the Ajax and started firing again. With Ke Ling drawing attention in front, she had plenty of room to maneuver.

V and Jack Wells are both sharpshooters, and Ke Ling is like a natural cover, the kind that comes with its own taunt, giving them the space to freely fire their shots.

Lucy was the same; she also had plenty of room to maneuver, throwing out one puppet after another, causing sparks to fly from the bodies of several Whirlpool Gang members.

What do professional hackers fear most? It's being attacked in person, of course, since most hackers' combat abilities are only demonstrated online.

Although hackers like them who make a living outside usually have some close-combat self-defense capabilities, they are definitely not on par with professional assault troops.

With Ke Ling, a big guy known for his sarcastic remarks, standing in front of me, I felt incredibly safe.

"Sizzle! Bang!"