Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

He stubbed out his cigarette and drove into the solar power plant.

This photovoltaic base is the energy core of the biotechnology company in Night City, supporting the power supply of several secret experimental buildings in the surrounding area. It is also a facade project for them to launder their gray industries and present themselves as a new energy technology company.

On the surface, it appears to be a compliant clean energy base, but underground, hidden pipelines continuously supply power to clandestine workshops that manufacture drugs and conduct live experiments, concealing countless shady dealings.

Because of its significant strategic value, the base has a high level of security for this area. The outer layer is equipped with infrared camera warnings, electromagnetic barriers, and patrol drones, while the interior is guarded by more than a dozen fully armed corporate security personnel.

But this defensive system, which was powerful enough to overwhelm an ordinary mercenary squad, was practically useless against Vito.

Vito drove in with a swagger.

Two patrol drones hovering at low altitude were the first to detect the noise from the car. Their red lights flashed instantly, and the hum of the mechanical alarm was about to sound.

The next instant, Vito subtly moved his fingertip, and the vehicle's miniature electromagnetic pulse device silently activated.

Two pale blue electromagnetic waves quietly spread out, revealing the precise logo of the human-machine interface.

The mechanical aircraft in mid-air froze instantly, its indicator lights flashed wildly, its circuitry burned out, and it lost all power. Like a kite with a broken string, it gently fell to the ground, crashing into a pile of rubble and becoming nothing more than scrap metal, without even being able to send out a single second of warning signal.

Vito didn't even glance at the wrecked drone and continued driving forward.

The base's internal patrol and security quickly discovered the anomaly: three lasers pierced the darkness and precisely locked onto Vito's magician.

Three corporate security guards, dressed in black tactical armor and carrying pulse rifles, quickly surrounded them. Their prosthetic eyes lit up red and locked onto the cursor, their tone cold and domineering.

"Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering! Get out of the vehicle immediately, cover your head, squat down, and submit to inspection!"

The three of them stood in a triangular position, with their guns loaded and their prosthetic muscles tense, ready to fire at any time. This was a standard corporate security encirclement and suppression tactic.

Vito stopped the car, glanced at them, his face expressionless, even showing a hint of nonchalant laziness.

"I've brought a truckload of explosives. Do you want to inspect the goods?"

The three security guards tensed up instantly, and one of them shouted sternly.

"Get out of the car! Or you'll be shot on sight!"

Vito got out of the car, and under the cover of the car door, he drew his sergeant and fired a burst of shots, leaving several large holes in the chests of the three security guards.

"The security for biotechnology is indeed stronger in the city than in your urban-rural fringe area."

The renowned security forces at the company's base were utterly ineffective against him, not even worthy of his serious attention.

The gun attracted the security team, but the ending was predictable. Vito's lone wolf nature meant he never talked about tactics or showed mercy; the company security guards were no different from his fodder.

After Vito finished cleaning up the last security guard, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

A security captain equipped with S.A.S ...

Pfft!

The fabric was torn.

Ding!

The mantis knife didn't penetrate Vito's body at all.

Vito turned and used the butt of his gun to knock the security captain back, then casually tossed the sergeant into the car and pulled out a punk knife.

"Wuhu, if you were some Oda Santayu, I might take you a little more seriously. May I ask your name? Mr. Tailor Shop Partner."

The security captain was on high alert; the smiling man in front of him was wearing subcutaneous armor that exceeded military grade.

He activated his prosthetic eye and scanned Vito, trying to find the weaknesses in this armor.

"You're looking at my armor? You have a good eye for quality. With a few more tweaks, this armor will be on the verge of immortality. I was planning to let Adam the dog try it out first, but I didn't expect you to be the first to experience it."

The security captain activated S.A.W.S. again, attempting to circle around and attack Dovito from behind, targeting the back of his neck.

The flow of time was instantly slowed down dramatically, and the surrounding sounds of wind and the faint creaking of machinery all became slow and stagnant.

We're almost there!

Pfft!

The punk knife plunged into the security captain's neck.

"I'm not a giant, why are you staring at the back of my neck?"

The corporate hegemony of Night City excels at using expensive equipment and sophisticated security to intimidate struggling mercenaries and civilians. However, in the face of true power, all of this becomes mere paper.

The security captain wasn't quite dead yet; he watched helplessly as Vito unloaded boxes of bombs from the car.

"Remember to call your friends to come watch the fireworks!"

After saying that, Vito started digging and digging in the small photovoltaic park.

He placed C7 explosives under many photovoltaic panels, followed by the power transmission equipment. His movements were casual and skillful, without any cautious restraint. He casually unpacked the packages and attached the explosives piece by piece to the steel frame of the high-voltage main control cabinet, the main power transmission cable support, and the energy conversion core.

Soon, all the key locations in the core energy zone were set up.

Vito dusted off his hands and turned his gaze to the most conspicuous spot in the base: the giant biotechnology sign that stood tens of meters tall.

Vito, carrying the last three most powerful C7 explosives, walked to the base of the giant sign.

He raised his hand and firmly secured the three explosive charges to the core of the sign's base, locking the load-bearing steel frame tightly to ensure that the sign, symbolizing the biotechnology company's facade, would completely shatter and collapse into a pile of scrap metal the moment of the explosion.

Finally, he put a label on the C7 bomb.

[Press E to defuse the bomb]

Chapter 112 The Nameless Night

After three days of rest, Li Ying's health improved significantly. After planting the bomb, Vito went home, lifted Li Ying into a wheelchair, and pushed her to the rooftop.

He set up a simple little pavilion there to protect Liying from the cold wind and rain, but Vito worried that today was a good day.

"What surprise? You'll have to see it here."

Li Ying looked up at Vito's chin, her eyes smiling.

Vito pushed Liying into the pavilion and glanced at the time.

"You'll find out soon. Look at the east side of the city; it'll be about time."

Meanwhile, biotechnology support had arrived at the photovoltaic base and was reading data on the deceased's behavior before his death, trying to find the murderer.

Suddenly, someone discovered the planted C7 bomb and screamed in terror.

"Remotely controlled bomb! Cannot be defused, evacuate! Evacuate!"

Boom! Boom!

Bombs exploded one after another, and orange orbs of light looked like someone blowing bubbles onto the ground.

"How was it? Was the fireworks beautiful?"

Vito moved a plastic chair and sat down next to Li Ying.

"It's beautiful, but it's a bit far away, so I can't see it very clearly."

Li Ying smiled.

"It's okay, there will be real fireworks later."

Liying reached out her hand to Vito, who took it and pressed it against his face.

"Let's go downstairs, your hands are freezing."

"It's okay, I want to stay here with you a little longer."

……

Vincent had another job; he was walking through the Badlands at night delivering an encrypted package to a mysterious, wealthy man.

He was listening to rock music on the radio and gently shaking his head when he suddenly heard an explosion, followed by a flash of light.

Vincent stopped the car and stuck his head out of the window.

"Wow! This trip was totally worth it, there was even a fireworks display!"

At that moment, the night patrolmen who were lying in ambush ahead saw Vincent stop his car and thought they had been exposed. They immediately jumped out from the roadside to try to hijack the car.

Vincent had lived in the cracks between Night City and Badlands for many years, and had seen at least eighty or a hundred bandit gangs. Most of them were street thugs with modified rotten guns who relied on their numbers to embolden them, and had no real skills whatsoever.

Five dark figures emerged, moving swiftly and with a clear division of labor, like a seasoned gang that had been entrenched in this dangerous place for years, specializing in robbing and plundering goods.

This is a well-known lone gang of night-roaming thugs in the evil land. The standard five-man squad consists of two guns and three melee weapons. They specialize in targeting lone trucks at night. By ambushing and surrounding them, they have robbed a lot of goods and have become somewhat famous in the underworld of night-roaming thugs.

The tall, thin man at the head of the group had a strange black graffiti mask tattooed on his face. He grinned grotesquely in the light of the explosion, his voice hoarse and shrill.

"Turn off the engine and get out! Hand over all the goods, get out of the truck and lie down! This is a ghostly affair; I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent.

Of all people to choose, they had to pick Vincent, who had spent his life in the wilderness and was an expert in wilderness combat.

Vincent might be a bit weaker at high-level games now, but he's a master at dealing with night owls.

Vincent, in the driver's seat, remained calm and unhurried, his eyelids barely raised compared to when he watched the explosion. His tone was light and casual, with a hint of amusement.

"Five? Your Night Wanderer gang is expanding so casually now? If you can't gather enough people, don't come out to rob people. You're not enough for me to stretch my muscles."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and got out of the car. Instead of the tense standoff with his gun drawn, he seemed like a leisurely person taking a stroll.

Enraged by his nonchalant attitude, the five robbers shouted coldly.

"Stop acting tough! This place has bad rules. If you know what's good for you, just behave and listen to me, or I'll leave you lying dead in the wilderness!"

Vincent swayed his feet and leaned to the side of the car, just avoiding the angle at which the gun was locked.

Using the car body as cover, he quickly reached his right hand to his waist, pulled out a pistol, and without any fancy aiming, fired two bursts.

boom!boom!

Two crisp gunshots rang out, aimed directly at the head, not the torso, and the two gun-wielding night owls were immediately taken down.

Before they could react, Vincent shoved his pistol into his holster with one hand and glanced at the three melee robbers holding close-combat weapons.

His gaze fell into the car, and he casually bent down and picked up a heavy, solid auto repair wrench that was about half a meter long.

Vincent picked up the cold, heavy iron wrench, weighed it in his hand, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I've been driving all day and I'm completely exhausted, so I'll just hang out with you guys for a bit."

Seeing this, the three armed robbers assumed he would abandon his gun and fight in close combat. Instantly, their courage surged, and they roared as they charged forward from the left, right, and front, attempting to use their numerical advantage to subdue him at close range.

The robber swung his saw blade at Vincent's head with ferocious force, each strike potentially fatal.

An ordinary mercenary would have panicked and dodged long ago, but Vincent neither dodged nor avoided. He used agile, quick steps to drift to the side, while simultaneously raising his hand to precisely block with a wrench.

Clang!

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded, and the huge recoil caused the saw teeth in the opponent's hand to fly out of his hand and into the air.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent lost his balance and leaned forward, Vincent skillfully twisted his wrist and gently pried the opponent's arm joint with the wrench.

With a simple, clever use of leverage, without any brute force, the robber stumbled and fell flat on his face, covered in sand and looking utterly disheveled.

Seeing this, the robber on the left gripped his short blade and stabbed Vincent in the side with a vicious move.

Vincent quickly shifted his feet, taking a step back to narrowly avoid the blade. At the same time, he used the momentum of the car to launch a wrench-like attack.

He precisely struck the other person on the forehead with the wrench, causing the other person's vision to go black, their legs to buckle, and they fell straight to their knees.

The last melee robber on the right was the most ferocious, gritting his teeth and wielding his knife with lightning speed, trying to block Vincent's every move.

Vincent remained calm, pressed himself against the car, and followed the trajectory of the swift knife sweep, sliding close to his opponent's side.

Just as the opponent ran out of strength, missed their move, and lost their balance, Vincent raised his hand, used a wrench to press against the opponent's armpit joint, and gently flicked it upwards.

The loitering hoodlum lost his balance instantly and fell heavily into the yellow sand.

In just over ten seconds, all three melee robbers fell to the ground, completely unable to fight back.

Vincent gave the two surviving night ghosts a couple of pats. These night ghosts were thieves who did robbery every day and had countless lives on their hands.

The night wind swept through, carrying yellow sand and scattering the traces of the fight at the scene.

Vincent patted the loose sand off the wrench, casually flicked his wrist, and looked like he was still not done.

"It's been a long time since I used this old trick, and it works really well!"