The Creators: From Night City

Heishui also knew this, so he cut off the communication cleanly and decisively, and under Lucy's entanglement, he struggled to clear the traces he had left on the Internet.

Judging from Jiang Bing’s series of performances just now, Heishui was very sure that he didn’t want to be found by the other party.

Boss Jiang, the bloody butcher, looked at the attacker carefully.

He is no different from other edgewalkers. The large amount of prosthetic modifications make his body curves very unnatural. There is fear on his face, but more of it is indifference to death.

"Dexter Deshawn."

Jiang Bing didn't expect that the first sentence they said when they met would be this.

With criticism of the unscrupulous middleman, Tieding continued to say his last words.

"He hired us to get rid of you."

"That black Jesus?" Jiang Bing said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why, you also chose to become famous and want to become a new legend."

The shrill sirens were getting closer and closer, and the terrorist squad's car was slowly approaching the two people.

"Famous throughout the world?"

There was a glint of madness in Tiedingyi's eyes. After fighting bloody battles all the way to this point, how could he surrender? His previous words were just a precaution.

In this way, no matter which of the two people leaves here alive, the fat black man will not have an easy time next.

The T40 Hurricane individual rocket launcher was carried by the opponent, and the magazine was filled with rockets that he had previously loaded.

He roared with a sinister grin, "There are no living legends in Night City!"

Tieying pulled the trigger decisively, aiming at the feet of Jiang Bing!

At such a close distance, the explosion was powerful enough to envelop both of them.

But the rocket did not explode as he expected.

The tail flame, which is nearly one meter long, is still blooming. The double-base propellant is burning fully at the tail of the rocket, continuously providing nearly 10000 Newtons of thrust to the warhead.

But still unable to break free from someone's grip.

Jiang Bing turned his wrist and manually corrected the trajectory of the flying rocket.

The rocket, which was as long as an adult's forearm, soared into the sky like a large sky rocket. Finally, as the 5-second countdown of the delayed collision fuse came to an end, a gorgeous firework bloomed in the sky.

"really!"

This inhumane scene left Tieding stunned.

Chapter 142: Terrorist Squad

He was just about to continue reloading the rocket launcher in his hand when a large amount of electric sparks suddenly splashed out of his body.

'Electromagnetic short circuit!'

The severe pain from the burning flesh caused his body to twist involuntarily, but the next second, a dense barrage of high-powered armor-piercing bullets directly shattered him into pieces.

The terrorist's hovercraft had its doors opened in the air, and the firepower operator was holding a heavy weapon. Behind his green porous tactical goggles were cold eyes filled with murderous intent and no mercy.

This group of firefighters composed of cyberpsychopaths is the official force of Night City and has only one attitude towards evil.

Only kill, no crossing!

Do you understand the value of Crime Killer?

There are rumors that the murderous terrorist squad will kill you regardless of whether you are the perpetrator or the victim, and sometimes they will even kill the fearless onlookers on the roadside.

In more extreme cases, it may happen to yourself - you're having too much fun killing people, suffer a cyberpsychosis attack, and get beaten to a pulp by your teammates.

Of course, as a special response force specifically targeting cyberpsychosis, they can choose their own weapons, are equipped with the most sophisticated prosthetics, and the latest prototype equipment produced by the laboratories of major companies, and have complete autonomy when taking action.

Although it seems to provide live experimental data for prototype products of major companies.

"Melissa, can I take out this guy down there?"

"I'm afraid not, Haun. According to the feedback from Team Leader Aimea of ​​the Patrol Division's 13th Team, the one in red is the victim."

The cold voice of the senior inspector of the Terrorist Squad rang out from the communication channel, and the warning from the combat command room rang in the ears of the five people.

"Also, I need to remind you that you and your team have already exceeded the limit for manslaughter this month. If you continue like this, you'll soon be put into 'compulsory treatment' again."

Hao En's burly body under his dark combat uniform shuddered involuntarily.

"Something's happening." The technical operator suddenly spoke. She had been trying to capture the prosthetic signal on the other party for identity recognition, but had never succeeded. Finally, she had to switch to facial recognition and succeeded.

"The person has a three-star wanted status in the NCPD internal system."

Assault, engagement (usually melee modifiers) and firepower operator Haun jump off the hovercraft, while sniper and technical (network) operators provide cover inside the hovercraft.

"What's going on?" Haun asked in the team voice chat.

"Multiple murders, defamation of the company, assault on an NCPD officer, assault on a company representative, false imprisonment, illegal possession of military-grade drugs, illegal smuggling, kidnapping..."

The technical operator read out a series of charges.

"This isn't even three stars." The assaulter joked in the team, "It's only one star."

"Well, there are a few new ones that have been added recently: illegal terrorist attacks, illegal organization operations, and illegal fundraising."

"Haha, another idiot in finance."

Illegal financial activities in Night City are a much more serious crime than murder.

"Do you hear me, Inspector Melissa, can we open fire?"

"Follow the rules, Haun. Try to make an arrest first. These charges do not fall within our jurisdiction."

"Okay, rules, rules. I will definitely abide by these bullshit rules."

"But if he resists arrest, you can't blame me." Haun's words were full of malice.

Many quasi-cyber psychopaths voluntarily join the terrorist squad just to be able to kill people legally, and Haun is obviously one of them.

"According to Article 107 of the Cyberpsychiatry Code and Supplementary Regulation 15, I require you to immediately lay down your weapon and submit to questioning."

The commando operator held his beloved Nine-Tailed Fox semi-automatic rifle and read out the necessary steps.

"Drop that crutch, you red-dressed freak, and get down on the floor with your head in your hands."

Hao En did not hide his malice and yelled at Jiang Bing.

Boss Jiang stared speechlessly at the other person's face, which was covered tightly with a tactical mask.

Don't you have any idea of ​​your own identity? With the reputation of the Terrorist Squad that can stop a child from crying, who would dare to listen to you and surrender?

What's more, the words were filled with malice, and anyone could tell that the other party had bad intentions.

"As far as I can remember, I haven't offended your Terrorist Squad yet."

Two bullets hit his feet, splashing large pieces of cement fragments, and the distance was so close that it almost grazed his feet.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't drop that broken crutch in your hand, even if you resist arrest, you can still try to resist!"

Haun's words were somewhat encouraging.

Jiang Bing sighed, feeling a little helpless.

"I've seen many people asking for money, but I've never seen people like you asking for reincarnation."

The streets below were almost destroyed, but this group of people didn't even look at it and just came here to make people look dead.

Cyberpsychosis is indeed a mental illness.

"Also, haven't you been bullying the weak too much? Everyone looks like a pushover to you."

Jiang Bing suddenly put his walking stick aside, and the nearly 1.2-meter-long walking stick was half-stuck in the cement board.

Under the fearful gaze of the Terrorist Mobile Team, the red windbreaker continued to melt and squirm, and then turned into a huge armored body filled with murderous aura, resembling a god or demon.

"Fire!!!"

Haun shouted this sentence directly, so loudly that the half-dead female commander downstairs could hear it.

Various light, heavy, and intelligent bullets hit the power armor, but after being buffered by the indestructible flesh and blood, even the vibration transmitted to Jiang Bing's body was very weak.

Jiang Bing's fighting style is completely different before and after putting on armor.

The explosive force made the power armor almost push the air forward.

A sonic boom sounded instantly, and the compressed air directly blew away the smart bullets that did not have enough kinetic energy.

With just one punch, Haun, who was spewing shit, was pierced through the chest. The wound was round as if it had been cut by plasma.

The assaulter activated the Swanwestin without hesitation, pointed the muzzle of the gun almost at the forehead of [Power-Chiyou] and fired.

In the 'time-stop' state, he could almost see every step of the bullet hitting the armor, squeezing, and deforming.

Boom~~

The rooftop was almost sucked into a vacuum by Jiang Bing's movement.

Haun, who was hanging on his arm, was torn into a rag doll by the wind pressure, but soon, the second rag doll also took up his post gloriously.

The assault operator's Nine-Tailed Assault Rifle was not saved, as the high-strength plastic gun body still seemed not strong enough.

The operator's mantis blade was grabbed by a large armored hand, and then his arm was twisted into a knot.

Jiang Bing threw the two blood gourds from his right arm and sat side by side with the operator who was about to engage the enemy.

Next is the time to share the fruits.

The punches were like a torrential rain hitting a banana leaf. The ground on the rooftop could not even withstand three punches and collapsed directly.

"what happens!"

As the most elite armed force, Melissa Rory at the command center can naturally see the physical condition of the police officers.

"Some kind of nano armor!"

Chapter 143 Everyone is mobilized

The technical operator exclaimed anxiously, then controlled the hovercraft to increase its altitude without hesitation.

Thanks to the frequent innovations by major companies over the past few decades, the magical transformation process of [Power-Chiyou] was easily accepted by everyone, but what they could not accept was the outrageous performance of the blood-red armor.

It's simply that Trump is reliable - it's outrageous.

The jets at the four corners of the hovercraft spurted out dazzling streams of flames downwards, pushing the vehicle body upwards, but it was too late.

Inside the collapsed building, a red shell billowed into the sky with a cloud of dust, like a comet hitting the moon, and collided with the terrorist squad's hovercraft in mid-air.

The two operators in the car only had time to let out a few terrified screams before the hovercraft lost power and plummeted to the ground under the ruthless blows of Jiang Bing's iron fist.

The main thing is that this guy's fists are accurate and powerful. The first punch smashed the main engine vector output port, and the next few punches flattened the four-legged thrusters neatly.

The hovercraft did not perform a spiral ascension and explosion on the spot, but instead barely started the emergency descent procedure. We have to thank the logistics department for not being too greedy when purchasing it.

However, the subsequent tearing still made it impossible for the hovercraft to land safely.

An iron box weighing nearly seven tons crashed heavily onto the road, creating a deep pit that left the road administration workers speechless and in tears.

Jiang Bing had no intention of opening the box at all. He turned on the full power of [Power-Chiyou], covering the already blood-red surface of the armor with a layer of blood-red mist.

Accompanied by the clanging sound of hammers, the sturdy body of the hovercraft gradually deformed.

Jiang Bing seemed to be back to his job, using his fists instead of hammers to pound the hovercraft in front of him.

Squeezed and deformed, at first a few shouts and wails could be heard from inside the car. As the car body was further compressed, only a little blood flew out with each hammer blow.

It was not until the hovercraft was hammered into a cold-rolled discus that Jiang Bing was able to vent his frustration.

Through the scarlet eyepiece, he turned and looked at the female commander not far away.

The other person covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound, and used so much force as if he wanted to suffocate himself to death.

After a brief thought, he decided to let the other party go.

The main thing is that the commotion just now was indeed quite loud, and simply killing people to silence them will not solve the problem.

However, it's time to say hello to Night City.

Jiang Bing withdrew his gaze, bent his legs slightly, and in the air flow, he raised a circle of smoke and dust, took off physically, and landed on the roof.

His walking stick is still stuck here. If it is lost, there is no place to buy it.