Cyberpunk, but urban

Roland had just changed his clothes after waking up from yesterday's drinking binge. The hangover made his head hurt as if it was about to split. But at least in this pain, he could slightly reduce his regret for not being with Angelica.

Roland was filled with resentment at this moment. If it wasn't for Ye Lan's commission that kept him away from Angelica, how could he have caused his beloved wife to die because of the pianist?

"So, Ye Lan must pay the price... the child beside him? Let him experience the same pain as me? No, I have not fallen to the point of attacking and killing a child. The sins committed by Ye Lan do not need to be paid by that child. After all, one thing is another."

Boom boom boom!

Just as Roland was trying to gather his thoughts, someone knocked on his door.

"Hiss... Why would someone come to see me at this time? Damn it, it can't be Olivier..."

Roland covered his head and walked downstairs with weak steps. "Wait a minute, I'll open the door." After almost tripping over the stairs, the man finally opened the door of his house.

"You look for……"

Before he could finish his question, a fist wrapped in golden chains, as big as Roland's head, came crashing down on him. Roland had never thought that he would be attacked at the door. His nerves, weakened by alcohol, made him unable to dodge the punch in time, and he was knocked directly from his own entrance into the sofa in the living room.

"Ah... fuck."

Roland touched his face, and the blood on his hand smeared on the overturned sofa. Then, he held Angelica's gloves.

Should we say it was his luck or Locke's misfortune? Roland landed right next to his coffee table. He had drunk the last bit of alcohol in the house on the sofa last night and had thrown the gloves here.

The next second, as the young brother stepped into the room, the fine shotgun from the Logic Studio fired its bullets at the young brother Locke who was still between the entrance and the corridor.

The bullet, with a tangible black smoke, passed through the space between the two of them in an instant, brushing against Locke's ear and hitting a younger brother who was following him. The younger brother behind Locke fell down, killed on the spot by this weapon specially designed for Dark Silence.

"Tsk, did you hit it off track?"

Unfortunately, even if he killed a middle finger brother with just one shot, it was nothing to Roland. The shotgun disappeared in his hand in an instant, and then the hammer spear and battle axe of the Beech Workshop collided with the iron chain outside Locke's fist.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?"

As soon as they started fighting, the huge difference in strength that was beyond Locke's expectation made a trace of cold sweat appear on his forehead. The sense of crisis he had before coming here was not wrong. The man named Roland in front of him was definitely not an enemy he could defeat, even if his current state was so bad that it was visible to the naked eye.

"Middle finger...Are you here to take revenge?"

The hammer in Roland's left hand blocked Loken's fist, while the battle axe in the other hand left a bright wound on his abdomen.

"Go help big brother!" The younger brothers and sisters following behind the younger brother were just now reacting to the fight that just happened.

After all, the fight between Roland and Locke only took a few seconds. For these younger brothers and sisters who had only joined the middle finger for a short time and had limited strength, it was really beyond the scope.

Chapter 39. Crazy Night (Part 2)

"Don't……"

Loken, who was seriously injured in the abdomen, didn't have time to finish his words. Several younger brothers and sisters who rushed up were turned into several corpses on the ground by the sudden transformation of the one-handed sword Durandal in Roland's hand.

It was only then that Locke could fully discern how powerful the man in front of him was. First level... maybe even color level. The man in front of him was an insurmountable mountain to his younger brothers and sisters. No matter how many people there were, they were just useless numbers in the hands of this man.

"Retreat, run quickly."

Locke untied the chains on his body and threw them towards Roland without any plan. His body, which had been enhanced by the tattoos, gave the chains an astonishing acceleration, and they were swung towards Roland with great momentum.

After hearing the young brother's order, everyone ran in the opposite direction without hesitation. The young brother would definitely not make a wrong judgment. Since he gave such instructions, it meant that the target of revenge named Roland was definitely not someone they could handle.

However, even if the younger brothers and sisters who fled in all directions tried their best, it was still not enough for a top finisher like Roland.

In front of Roland, who specialized in intelligence work, the traces of escape were too obvious. Leaving behind his younger brother Loken, whose head was cut off by the dagger of Langya Workshop, Roland started to chase after these younger brothers and sisters.

Since these people chose to retaliate against him today, Roland followed their wishes, let the bastard named Ye Lan go, and vented his anger on these thugs.

He had completely forgotten the mask that blocked his cognition at home. Roland, without the mask, carried his Durandal and followed one of his younger brothers slowly.

As for the other middle fingers who came to take revenge, it only took him a dozen minutes to catch up with them one by one and cut off their heads. They died the same way as their younger brothers.

As for the one in front of him, he was not in a hurry. It wouldn't take long for him to find more middle fingers. Just like the pest control company followed the ants tied with dyed silk threads to their nests, Roland also wanted to follow this panicked middle finger and return to their branch.

Time passed little by little as he followed, and at a little after 22 p.m., the younger brother of Middle Finger whom he had deliberately let go really led him to find an industrial street of Middle Finger in the southern part of the city.

"Quick, go find my second brother! Young brother Locke... Young brother Locke is dead!"

Rushing into a club, the younger brother who was only slightly injured rolled and crawled through the crowd in the dance floor, grabbing the other younger brother who was in charge of the place and shouting.

"what happened?"

Unlike the middle-level gangsters in movies and TV shows, the young man didn't waste half a second before calling his second brother. While asking Locke's younger brother about the situation, he also got on the phone with his second brother.

"Today we followed Brother Locke to take revenge on a guy named Roland, but that guy was unexpectedly strong, and Brother Young sacrificed himself to let us escape. But... but now I don't know how many people are still alive besides me."

At this moment, both the second brother on the other end of the phone and the youngest brother on this end of the phone looked very unhappy. Locke was the youngest brother who was most likely to be promoted to the second brother.

Even he was easily defeated by the target of revenge, and even had to sacrifice himself to delay time for his brothers and sisters to escape. In other words, the strength of this enemy was at least above the level of a second-level finisher.

"You're all alone."

The two people who were talking turned their heads instantly, and Roland, wearing black gloves, appeared beside them like a ghost. In his hand, he even held the head of the younger brother who was guarding the door.

However, no customer in the club was frightened by him and the head in his hand, and there was not even a commotion. The man just appeared beside the two of them leisurely, and they didn't even notice him before he started talking.

"First level?"

This sentence became the last complete sentence that the second brother could hear on the phone. After that, there was only silence for a long time. Until Roland picked up the phone and said to him:

"Next, it's you."

Until this moment, the customers in the club were still immersed in their own joy, and no one noticed that the middle fingers that were supposed to be guarding the scene had disappeared for a long time.

The second brother, who was hung up by Roland unilaterally, angrily crushed the phone in his hand. The enhanced tattoos engraved all over his body instantly lit up with a bright purple light, and then went out because of his relaxation.

"Notify all brothers and sisters to retreat to the location of the branch. This is a war, a war against us by a First Order Finisher."

The second brother thought for a moment, then said to the other younger sister beside him, "Oh, by the way, help me find this record of Roland's personal grudges, and then add all the new content to it."

The two younger brothers and sisters who received the order looked at each other and went to carry out the task issued by their second brother.

At midnight, the two brothers and sisters who were out returned to the branch. The younger brother called back the younger brothers and sisters and other family members who were scattered in the many back alleys in the southern part of the city, and the younger sister collected and sorted out the records of Roland's hatred from the dead middle finger members.

"Well, Roland, do you have a wife named Angelica?" The second brother carefully read every "personal grudge" involving Roland, counting the unforgivable sins he had committed against the middle finger.

A copy of this record of hatred had been passed on to his elder brothers and sisters in the headquarters. If they defeated this man today as they had done in the past, then this hatred would be written off.

However, if even he, the second brother, was defeated by Roland, his elder brothers and sisters would also end this "personal grudge" for them.

"As I said, I'm here to kill you."

Less than an hour later, Roland appeared in front of them. The second brother looked at the man in front of him with an unpleasant expression. Although he was not wearing a mask, he remembered the gloves that emitted a wisp of black mist.

When he was still a young boy, he had seen such gloves from afar. They were the special equipment of the color-level finishers, and they were pitch-black and silent gloves.

"Ha, he's actually a color-level finisher. It seems that this 'personal grudge' can only be avenged by the elder brothers and sisters." The second brother extinguished his cigar and placed it neatly on the small table beside him.

Then, he asked Roland, "Dark and Silence, your wife is also involved in this hatred. Where is she?"

Chapter 40. Crazy Night (Part 2)

The second brother flipped through the well-decorated account book in his hand and asked the color-level finisher in front of him: "...your wife is also on the list of enemies, why, why didn't she come?"

Although he was prepared to die here today, he did not expect that this topic would turn into a spell that would make the "Dark Silence" in front of him fall into a rage.

The man who heard his question did not say another word, but the suddenly appeared sword with the ink workshop seal on it expressed his attitude.

——You will all die, and die miserably.

Damn it, I just asked why your wife didn’t come, do you treat me like the murderer of your wife?

The second brother curled his lips. He didn't understand why the dark and silent man in front of him would react like this. But no matter what, his body swung his fist at the enemy who raised the sword before his brain.

Unfortunately, the attack range of a fist could never compare to that of a katana, let alone the multiple sword energies released by Roland swinging the katana.

The moment the sword energy flew out, the second brother's reason took the initiative over his body's instinct, and the thought that he couldn't take it head-on appeared in his mind. Then he used the chains on his body to pull himself away from the sword energy's attack path.

The younger brothers and sisters also took this opportunity to surround him. They had never seen a color-level finisher take action, so they thought they could kill Roland with just numbers.

Unfortunately, it was just a warm-up exercise, and Roland sent the young lady who led the charge and her younger siblings to hell. All he used was a few sword swings from the Mo Gongfang sword.

“This thing is still useful.”

In the days before he retired, when he borrowed Angelica's gloves, the weapon that broke was this katana. A weapon that can cast multiple sword qi complements his long-range means to a considerable extent, but it's a pity that the sword shape of the katana determines that it is not resistant enough, and it is difficult to bear the responsibility of fighting with swords.

In order to avoid damaging "Angelica's relics", Roland put the Ink Workshop sword back into his gloves. In contrast, he replaced it with two revolvers from the Logic Workshop.

If you switch to a pistol, you can no longer fight head-on against all the attacking members of the Middle Finger. The limitation of the revolver type means that these two Logic Workshop heavy pistols only have twelve rounds of ammunition.

Even if Roland's reloading skills were superb, it was impossible for him to kill all the hundreds of Middle Finger members before they rushed over. Moreover, slashing them one by one was too light a punishment for these bastards who dared to talk about Angelica. It would be better to let them experience fear.

So, Roland turned and ran, passing the two younger brothers who were trying to block his position. After shooting each of them in the head, leaving two bodies without skulls, he went into the nightclub that served as the Middle Finger branch.

At this time, there were still quite a lot of tourists in the nightclub squandering their lives and money. It seemed that the second brother of the Southern Middle Finger had never considered that Roland would be so unreasonable and sneak into the nightclub, so he did not order it to be closed.

Unfortunately, even if he wanted to shut it down now, it was too late. The guests who were taking drugs and dancing wildly in the swimming pool would not pay attention to his orders. Even if his brothers and sisters used some violent means, at most they could make some of the guests who were close to them return to the world from their hallucinations.

Under the organization of their younger brothers and sisters, the brothers and sisters were divided into small teams of about fifteen people and dispersed into the crowd in the nightclub.

What they had to do was not to cause any harm to Dark Silence, but just to report Roland's location to the younger brothers and sisters before they all died. Once they got Roland's location, they would use their lives to hold back the enemy and provide the younger brother with a chance to defeat him.

Unfortunately, Roland, who infiltrated the crowd with the help of the sound-absorbing effect of his gloves, was not so easily caught. Instead, the members of the Middle Finger Squad died in silence from gunshot.

By the time the other teams that had penetrated the crowd discovered their bodies, Roland blocked their mouths and noses one by one from behind, pointed a revolver at their chins and shot them in the brain.

During the long wait, a young girl couldn't help but ask her elder brother: "Second brother, has our strategy failed?"

So far, none of the teams they sent in had sent any news, nor had any team left from the other side of the crowd. Although fighting against the color-level finishers did require them to make a bitter sacrifice, it was still too ugly to send such worthless teams.

But the second brother was powerless to do anything about it. He did have a disposable dagger in his hand that used the singularity technology of W Company. If it could hit Roland directly, the singularity technology of the dimensional rift would be enough to tear him apart. But if he couldn't find Roland's position, even if he had ten thousand deadly weapons in his hand, he would be helpless.

But soon, he no longer had to worry about finding Roland.

After a burst of intense screams, all the guests in the dance floor fled in all directions. Roland, who was stepping on the corpses of all the brothers and sisters who entered the dance floor, was exposed in front of his second brother and younger brothers and sisters.

This horrific "pitch-black silence" even artistically stacked their bodies into the shape of a tower, which, in the words of Liuxie, is a Jingguan.

"Come on, let us fight for our lives in an upright manner."

The second brother took a deep breath, hid the dagger in the chain on his body, and launched a continuous attack on Roland.

"Okay, I've had enough fun anyway."

After having a good talk with his younger brothers and sisters, Roland began to lose interest. After all, even if he killed all the people in the middle finger, Angelica would not be able to come back to life.

So, in the end, he used Furioso, a special move that utilized all weapons, to end the lives of all the middle fingers present.

"Oh my, you broke all the members of the Middle Finger in the South by yourself. Roland, are you not afraid of being retaliated against and dying in a sewer?"

"Ye Lan? How dare you, a liar, appear in front of me?"

Before Roland finished speaking, Ye Lan retreated more than ten meters in the direction he came from. On the route he was walking, twelve bullets from the Logic Studio's revolver formed a straight line in front of him.

"Hey, I'm here to tell you some good news. Can't you just let me finish my words first?"

Chapter 41: Parting on bad terms

"Hey man, not only is your wife alive and well, but the baby in her belly is also safe."

Ye Lan dodged the bullet from Roland's shotgun and continued, "If you don't believe me, have you ever found Angelica's body before?"

"Shut up! You liar, you don't deserve to say her name...Angelica, my Angelica, is she dead or not, don't I know?!"

Roland roared and fired a few more shots at Ye Lan, but Ye Lan, who was wearing a [Delicious Soda] suit, dodged all of them. Although Zayin's level ego suit couldn't beat Roland, it was still no problem to dodge bullets.

As for those middle fingers who died because of Roland's marksmanship, they were hit by being shot in the face or something like that, it would probably be the same for anyone.

"Roland...I think you should trust him."

Olivier also walked out from behind a pillar. This old friend, who had become the finisher of three subjects in an association, came to clean up the mess for him.

"Olivier, have you also been deceived by his lies?"

Olivier's appearance was something Roland had never expected. His old friend in the same association shouldn't have received the news of a battle between him and Middle Finger so soon.

"You know me, Roland. I won't completely believe him before I actually see Angelica, but... just like he said, none of us have seen Angelica's body, so she may still be alive. And now that I think about it, there are indeed some problems with that commission. I suspect..."

"That's enough! How many times are you going to insult me ​​with Angelica?! Olivier, this is between him and me. If you leave now, we can still be friends."

Unfortunately, Roland was so angry that he couldn't listen to their advice. Even though he had some hope that Angelica was still alive, he still couldn't bear to look at Ye Lan in front of him.

"It's okay, Olivier, just go about your business. With the way he's in now, who can he beat?"

Ye Lan said something to Olivier, who was standing in a triangle with the two of them. Just as he said, Roland was not in a good condition at the moment.

It was impossible to destroy the entire Southern Middle Finger by one's own strength without paying a price. Even Roland was seriously injured in the battle. The most serious one was the fatal blow dealt by his second brother with the W Company's Singularity Technology dagger.

Although Roland dodged the dagger's swing, the space torn by the dagger still cut his left arm. If he had retreated a shorter distance, he would have considered which hospital to go to to get his arm reattached.

"I say, do you want me to wait for you to find some cloth to wrap your arm?"