Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

The moment the gunshot rang out, all the colors in the world faded away.

The laughter and chatter that had just filled the streets, the playful antics of young men and women, and the relaxed warmth after the game were all shattered by this loud bang.

Pila's warm and vibrant smile was frozen in the last second.

The explosion of blood mist splattered all over the metal container, and warm bits of flesh sprayed onto the cold neon tubes. The colorful lights mixed with the scarlet blood created the most absurd and cruel scene in Night City.

Pira's body crashed heavily to the ground, landing in the Cyber ​​Madman's urine below with a dull thud.

A moment of deathly silence.

The entire street fell completely silent.

The wind stopped, the noise ceased, and even the holographic GG's flowing light on the street seemed to freeze abruptly.

David's feet were rooted to the spot, his pupils trembled violently, his mind went blank, and his blood ran cold instantly.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by flesh and blood, and he couldn't make a sound.

One second Pila was laughing and joking with him, gentle and friendly, and now he was a headless corpse.

Lucy's body tensed abruptly, and she instinctively reached out to press down hard on David, who was standing blankly beside her. For the first time, a chilling coldness and fear welled up in her usually calm eyes, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Dorio stood frozen in place, the joy of his recent victory vanished, leaving only utter coldness and bewilderment.

The cigarette between Qi Wei's fingers had long since fallen to the ground and gone out. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and even in her eyes, which had been filled with nightclubs for many years and had seen countless life and death, there was a trace of unspeakable heaviness.

Mann was struck dumb.

He stared blankly at Pila lying in a pool of blood not far away, at that body that would never again laugh and discuss prosthetics, praise modifications, or share joy with everyone. It felt as if a piece of ice had been forcibly stuffed into his chest, making it painful to breathe.

These are his teammates, his family who have protected him and walked alongside him all the way.

There was no warning, no conflict, no grudge.

Just a well-intentioned curiosity, a careless question, and a vibrant life was crushed by this city.

At the top of the container, the late-stage cyberpsychotic was still in a daze.

He seemed completely unaware that he had just killed an innocent person with his own hands. He maintained his crooked stance, with exposed mechanical pipes hissing and emitting chaotic electrical sparks. His reddened prosthetic eyes were unfocused and lifeless, and he repeatedly muttered broken, obscure, and incomprehensible ravings.

He raised his hand, lowered his hand, and swayed his body, his movements mechanical and frenzied. For him, killing was nothing more than an unconscious instinct, the cheapest way to vent his anger after his prosthetic body eroded his mind.

"asshole!"

A faint, hoarse voice, trembling with extreme intensity, pierced the deathly silence.

It's Rebecca.

The petite girl stood at the back of the crowd, her originally bright eyes now completely veiled in a scarlet blood color.

She looked at the glaring blood on the ground, at Pira who would never open her eyes again, and at the unrepentant, still insane killer.

The pent-up emotions instantly collapsed.

While everyone was still reeling from the sudden grief and shock, Rebecca suddenly raised her hand.

She pulled out the new pistol she'd bought from Gunfire Children's Clinic and emptied the magazine at the cyber madman.

Vito wasn't exaggerating; the pistols he sold, when equipped with specialized bullets, could indeed pierce military-grade prosthetics.

But this cyber madman has no sense of pain or fear. He doesn't care that bullets are hitting his body. As long as his cybernetic body can still move, he can kill instinctively.

Rebecca dropped her empty pistol; she needed a more powerful weapon. She lunged at her weapon case, which contained an Ajax rifle.

Rebecca tested this gun at the shooting range of the Gunfire Children's Clinic. It was used with tungsten bullets and had extremely strong armor-piercing capabilities. Now, this gun is the key to killing the cyber madman and also the key to her avenging her brother.

Da da da da da—!

The intense barrage of gunfire suddenly erupted.

Rebecca pulled the trigger, unleashing a torrent of fire from her modified Ajax, countless bullets raining down like a storm.

Her body trembled slightly from the intense recoil, but the gun barrel remained firmly locked on the target, without the slightest deviation.

The bullets slammed into the body of the cyber-psychotic, tearing apart his malfunctioning prosthetics, shattering exposed tubing, and smashing the grotesque mechanical components.

Sparks flew as metal shattered, parts exploded, and oil splattered, accompanied by a cloud of blood.

She showed no mercy, no hesitation, and no pity.

At this moment, she no longer cared about reason, rules, or consequences.

All she knew was that her bastard brother, the brother who always said he was emotional and overly compassionate, the brother who had grown up with her and depended on her for survival, had just died right before her eyes for no reason, in this damn city.

Night City is unreasonable, so she'll use bullets to make her point.

The container was riddled with bullet holes, the metal sheets deformed and collapsed, and rubble and debris fell everywhere.

Cyber ​​psychopaths couldn't even scream; their bodies convulsed and shattered under the brutal onslaught of firepower, ultimately becoming a pile of broken machinery and flesh.

Rebecca's shooting continued unabated.

Her eyes were red, tears mixed with anger rolling down her cheeks, her finger gripping the trigger tightly, venting her grief and rage again and again.

Mann stared at Rebecca, who was firing wildly out of control, and at Pira, who lay silently in a pool of blood. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and all the words he wanted to say were reduced to a heavy, powerless sigh in his chest.

click!

The sound of the magazine emptying out came, but Rebecca was still gripping the trigger tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Mann stepped forward and pried Rebecca's hands off, at which point Rebecca was in tears.

"Rebecca..."

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Mann instinctively shoved Rebecca, and a heavy bullet struck the Ajax rifle, turning it into scrap metal.

"hidden!"

Mann tumbled behind the shipping container with Rebecca in his arms. He looked up and saw yet another cyber madman with bloodshot eyes.

His face bore the Vortex Gang's distinctive multiple prosthetic eyes, and his entire body had been modified. The two organs that could no longer be called hands were holding a heavy machine gun that looked like it had been forcibly removed from a turret, which was firing indiscriminately in this direction.

David reacted quickly, dodging behind a wall to avoid being exposed to the heavy machine gun's fire. As soon as he peeked out, he saw Lucy behind a dumpster, with Cyber ​​Madman's gun slowly sweeping towards her.

Without hesitation, David drew the short, sharp, and deadly pistol that Vito had given him and activated the S.A.W.S.S.

He fired as he rushed toward Lucy, the almost time-stopping effect of the military-grade S.A.S ...

Several heavy bullets struck the road, kicking up debris. David was hit by the rubble, and his body, which had no subcutaneous armor, began to bleed.

Mann's team was in trouble. Although they began to fight back, they weren't on a mission tonight, and no one except Rebecca had brought any high-powered weapons.

After Mann's last ejected grenade was detonated in mid-air, he decided to leap out of the bunker in a desperate attempt to buy time for his teammates to escape.