Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Little Cha felt that he didn't reject such things, but when doing missions with Vito, he couldn't afford to have any accidents.

He pointed his gun at the doorway, ready to alert Vito to the potential situation at his sniping position.

Suddenly, a fleeting glimpse of light and shadow flashed past the window, and a figure, suspended by a monomolecular thread from a protrusion of the building, burst into the room like Spider-Man.

Little Cha made a common-sense mistake; he had never seen anyone silently infiltrate a high-rise building using only monomolecular rays.

By the time he realized what was happening, electromagnetic monomolecular wires had already wrapped around his neck and arms, releasing anti-mechanical electromagnetic interference.

Chapter 138 No Broke Boys

Vito was completely unaware of what was happening at the sniper position. He looked towards the far end of the road, where the heavy roar of engines grew louder as it approached.

An armored truck painted in the Ghosthound livery drove into view, its heavy alloy body rolling over the cracked concrete road, causing it to jolt slightly.

The car slowly drove into this unobstructed, straight road with no side roads, a deadly straight road that tempted those with ulterior motives to attack.

At that moment, five swift figures suddenly emerged from the ruins on both sides of the highway.

The leader was an overweight man with an exaggerated physique, wearing a bulletproof jacket that could be easily bought at a gym stall.

He was covered in dust and grime, perfectly disguised at any moment as a vagrant from the depths of Dogtown's underbelly. It seemed their escape plan had been meticulously planned.

At least no one can see through his true nature from his appearance; they can hide in the residential area at any time after they've done their job.

The burly man was followed closely by four fully armed mercenaries, and the five of them quickly positioned themselves in a fan shape.

One person blocked the only way for the armored truck to move forward and threw a tire-puncturing bomb.

The surrounding Dogtown residents were thrown into chaos as they fled the scene of the attack, while Vito remained where he was, smoking and watching the raid, a spectacle characteristic of Dogtown.

The driver of the Ghosthound armored truck reacted extremely quickly, slamming on the brakes the moment he noticed the interception ahead. The heavy tires screeched as they rubbed against the rough road surface, and the truck slid forward several meters with tremendous inertia, barely affected by the explosion.

Ta-da-da-da-da!

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the driver was shot dead.

"The target is in the carriage, quick! Number Two, completely disable the vehicle to prevent the Ghost Hound from activating autopilot!"

Boom!

A dull, loud explosion rang out!

The second high-explosive fragmentation bomb, attached to the undercarriage and side wheel assembly of the truck, detonated instantly, sending a scorching blast wave carrying rubble and metal fragments flying everywhere.

The thick alloy shell dented and deformed instantly, the surface paint peeled off, the front of the truck was completely totaled, and thick smoke marked the end of the truck.

Smoke and dust billowed, but there was no reaction inside the truck bed.

A deathly silence, an increasingly chilling deathly silence.

next second!

Bang!

The heavy alloy cargo doors on both sides of the truck were violently opened from the inside!

A whole squad of fully armed Ghosthound soldiers, equipped with heavy cybernetic bodies, leaped out of the thick smoke. They wore black standard combat uniforms, full-coverage tactical helmets, and carried military assault rifles. The Ghosthound's ferocious dog head insignia was uniformly engraved on their chests.

They were in excellent condition, exuding a chilling aura, and showed absolutely no signs of injury.

This is not the armored vehicle that Hansen's men were supposed to ride in.

This is a hunting trap set by the hound of the underworld.

"It's an ambush!"

The burly man in the lead realized he had fallen into a trap, but he didn't panic too much. He knew the deal was ruined, so he led his men to try and escape.

The Ghost Hound soldiers who landed were highly skilled in tactics. Without uttering a single wasted word, they quickly dispersed and took positions the moment they landed, using the vehicle as cover to form a defensive line. Their guns locked onto the five attackers, and a barrage of gunfire echoed through the street.

It seems this team of assassins is doomed. There's something wrong with the order; Hansen's men knew about the attack. This time, Vito won't need to lift a finger. Vito stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to leave the scene.

A dozen or so Ajax kinetic assault rifles fired at full speed, unleashing a dense hail of bullets like a torrential downpour.

The five assassins were instantly suppressed by the intense firepower. They hastily raised the bulletproof shields they carried to defend themselves. The surface of the metal shields was riddled with sparks and craters from the high-speed bullets, and the ear-piercing metallic collision sounds were incessant.

They held out with difficulty, relying on the cover, but the shield in front of the strong man soon became overwhelmed, and cracks spread rapidly.

"Damn it, when will the stadium start selling some real merchandise?!"

The battle reached its climax.

Several low, mechanical hums suddenly emerged from the thick smoke.

Four folding-wing military reconnaissance and hunting drones, codenamed "Owls," took off from the dark carriage, each equipped with a high-definition targeting probe and an onboard machine gun.

The hawks quickly dispersed upon takeoff, encircling the five attackers from the four directions of east, south, west, and north. Infrared targeting spots landed on each of the five attackers, completely sealing off all escape routes.

With a combined aerial and ground offensive, the assassins were completely wiped out.

Under intense firepower, the leading strongman was forced to retreat. In the instant he hastily raised his hand to block with his hand armor, a stray bullet accurately struck his light face armor.

click-

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The full-coverage tactical mask, covered in scratches, instantly shattered, with broken alloy fragments falling off.

Da Qiao's zen-like face was exposed.

Vito's eyes widened slightly.

"Damn, Joe, he's brought his men to take down the Netherhound without a word."

No one expected that the leader of this mercenary assassin squad hired by Zeta to do this unfortunate job would be none other than Big Joe, who usually slacked off whenever possible.

Da Qiao and his men were pinned down by the intense firepower of the Ghost Hounds, their shields were on the verge of shattering, their combat suits were riddled with bullet holes, and their subcutaneous armor was about to give way.

They were barely surviving at this point, and faced with the drones locking onto them from high altitude, they were powerless to fight back; casualties were only a matter of time.

Vito was preparing to give the evacuation order. As for Joe, all he could do was wish him well; there was nothing he could do.

"Da Qiao, go ahead without worry. I'll take over the food stall you love from now on."

Vito's time in Dogtown taught him that sometimes, one must learn to accept death and misfortune.

But at that moment, a high-speed spinning sniper bullet tore through the air.

The head of the mercenary closest to Da Qiao, who was raising his gun to fight back, exploded instantly. Blood mixed with bone fragments splattered everywhere. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight into a pool of blood.

Before the rest of the group could react, the second bullet arrived in an instant.

The second mercenary was precisely pierced through the chest, his subcutaneous armor torn apart like paper. The enormous impact sent him flying, crashing heavily into the ruins, where he fell completely silent.

"It's a sniper rifle! Take cover!"

At that moment, a third bullet whizzed past the bunker and took the life of another mercenary.

"Holy crap, it's a smart sniper rifle!"

Da Qiao unleashed a torrent of curses; in this life-or-death moment, his usual composure vanished.

Vito felt a strong sense of unease.

This weapon boasts the power and accuracy of the Asura Sniper Rifle!

"Challenger, cease fire!"

There was no response from the communicator.

There were no familiar, obedient responses, no sounds of Cha fighting, only a constant, piercing, and eerie buzzing of electricity.

Damn it, Cha is being interfered with by strong electromagnetic interference.

[goodbye]

Vito received a message from Cha, which may be a provocation sent by the attackers using Cha's channel.

The next second, the sharp whistling of a sniper rifle cutting through the air rang out again from high above.

This time, the bullets were no longer aimed at Joe and his men.

Three high-speed sniper bullets, falling in a triangular trajectory, precisely tore through the air and traversed the entire highway battlefield!

The first bullet precisely pierced the side edge of a Ghosthound soldier's tactical helmet, and the soldier fell to the ground, dying instantly.

The second bullet pierced the drone's side wing sensing module, causing the hunter drone in the air to instantly go out of control, start smoking, and crash shakily onto the ground, exploding in a burst of sparks.

The third bullet, with its elusive trajectory, circled and hurtled towards Vito, who was still in the shadows at the alley entrance and had not yet joined the melee!

At this moment, the battle situation along the entire highway was completely chaotic.

The hound soldiers also spotted Vito and began charging towards him.

Chapter 139 Patting Away the Dust

Asura's intelligent projectiles were fast and unpredictable, damaging one module of Vito's subcutaneous armor.

Vito casually wiped the bullet holes off his clothes, grabbed his gun, and rushed out.

Several Ghosthound soldiers quickly spotted the lone third party at the alley entrance, turned their guns, and a dense hail of assault rifle bullets suddenly rained down on Vito.

A common tactic used by soldiers is to fire first, regardless of whether there are any enemy soldiers or not, and suppress them.

The remaining three Hunter drones quickly ascended and flew toward the sniper position, as the sniper posed a significant threat to this semi-open battlefield.

Despite the threat of sniper fire, the elite guard of the Ghost Hounds remained fearless, intending to eliminate any external threats first.

"Tch, do you think I'm a pushover?"

Vito scoffed, his figure instantly casting a shadow.

The Saratoga kinetic submachine gun spews forth a torrent of fire.

The highly suppressive, fully automatic water spray precisely targets the enemy's armor during their movements.

The Ghosthound soldiers are quite skilled in combat, unlike the gang thugs of Night City who yell that they're out of bullets when reloading.

The impact of kinetic energy munitions hitting standard tactical armor shatters the inner shock-absorbing module with every shot.

With a few muffled thuds, the chest plates of two Ghost Hound soldiers shattered, and they staggered and fell to the ground.

Besides him, all of Da Qiao's other friends were lying on the ground like sleeping beauties.

The remaining members of the Ghost Hounds immediately prepared a tactical encirclement, attempting to break through the wreckage of the truck and surround Joe.

Da Qiao no longer intended to hide; only by fighting to the death could he find a way to survive.

He moved closer to the third party, both to unite their firepower and to divert trouble. If things went wrong, he would use the third party as a shield and figure out a way to retreat himself.

I've been tricked this time, so getting out of there is the most important thing.

"Let me help you!"

As he shouted, Big Joe moved toward Vito. Big Joe was a skilled marksman and agile, and even managed to kill two Ghost Hound soldiers while running at high speed.

Vito kicked Big Joe to the ground, and a bullet flew past Big Joe's temple.

"Help you my foot! I'd be the one helping you!"

Big Joe didn't see Vito clearly and was kicked to the ground as soon as he ran to his side. Then he heard the voice of a familiar person.

"Holy crap, Vito, you're my savior!"

Vito replaced Saratoga's magazine with a drum magazine, and his submachine gun held its own against the Spectral Hound soldiers' assault rifles.

"Wow, that's a great gun! Where did you buy it?"

When Joe saw that Vito was there to help, he gave up his previous idea. Now, fighting alongside Vito would give him a better chance of winning than running away by himself.

Vito glanced at the gun in Big Joe's hand; it was an Nowaki Kinetic Assault Rifle manufactured by Arasaka, and it looked like some parts had been replaced by the people of Dogtown.

He complained.

"I made this gun myself. Damn it, you're risking your life here, why are you still carrying this piece of junk?"