From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

She roared hoarsely, "You bitch! You ruined everything for me and stole my fiancé! Now I'll show you the power of these combat implants you've put in me!"

V ignored her ramblings and focused only on observing her... bizarre appearance.

Honestly, very few people would choose such an ugly implant. Those legs, which look like insect arthropods, are so ugly they're almost abstract.

The madwoman noticed V's gaze, looked down, and immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I'm going to kill! Kill—!"

Her face was contorted with pain and rage as she recklessly raised the shotgun in her hand and activated the Sinwiss.

For ordinary people, and even for NCPD officers, such a madman is an extremely dangerous presence.

But her opponent is V-Zhentian.

"Seanwistan? What a coincidence, I have one too!"

Dinaras Envestein 5 engine starts!

This is the most awesome model you can buy on the market!

The world in V's eyes seemed to stand still at this moment.

The S. A.S., Krenzikov, and Response Tuner, three implants that enhance reflex nerves, are activated simultaneously.

In addition, with the V Gundam's reaction potential of 20, even enemies equipped with Svenwiss Gundams appear as slow as snails to her.

She took a light step, veering diagonally to the right.

The steel balls from the shotgun slowly passed by her side, creating a distorted airflow.

Then, she began to sprint!

A distance of ten meters, covered in a single step, as if teleported.

When the second bullet tore apart the afterimage V left behind, the woman with the ponytail realized that the enemy had vanished into thin air.

What about people?

Where is her most hated older sister, Huang Ling?

Just now—!

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my lower back without warning.

Her body was thrown into the air, spinning as if she had been hit by a gas pedal.

The shotgun in his hand was thrown out by centrifugal force.

The already blurry vision became even more chaotic.

It seemed as if she was back on the operating table—

A white light filled my vision, my prosthetic body was freezing cold, and my heart was filled with shame!

Her sister Huang Ling's revenge destroyed everything for her, but she vaguely remembered that it was out of jealousy that she had ruined her sister's wedding first, making her a laughing stock in Night City.

And then…and then…she remembered, and then she took revenge, killing her sister and her fiancé Kenny…

Everything is over, it's impossible to... undo it...

The implant inside her body began to go berserk, releasing chaotic bio-currents. The exposed prosthetic body emitted white smoke amidst crackling sounds, bringing her excruciating pain from the inside out.

"It hurts so much, help me—! Ahhhhh!"

Her mental state was once again on the verge of collapse, about to break down a second time.

This is cyberpsychosis. It doesn't drive a person insane all at once, but rather forces them to fall into the abyss again and again, repeatedly collapsing, until all humanity is extinguished, leaving only a shell with destructive instincts.

But today, she was lucky. Before the second collapse occurred, V successfully arrived at her side and cured her mental breakdown with a simple straight punch.

BOOM—BANG—!

Ordinary people could only see a black shadow flash by, and then the cyber psychopath took flight.

Leo, a quasi-combatant equipped with Krenchikov, could barely see it—V first moved behind her, used a whip kick to send her flying, then caught up with her, and before she landed, delivered a straight punch, making this cyber madwoman spin like a top and crash headfirst into the front of his vehicle.

If he hadn't braked quickly enough, he might have run her over on the spot...

what?

That's it……?

Leo, in a daze, opened the car door and got out, looking at the cyber madwoman with her face on the ground and her buttocks sticking up high.

To be fair, her face is alright, but those double-edged feet are too cyberpunk, so it's hard to give a proper evaluation.

Her eyes were still open, and her chest was rising and falling, but her pupils were dilated and her eyes were lifeless, suggesting that the person had been gone for a while...

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 171 What to do when encountering a cyber-psychotic? The answer is to knock him out and hand him over to Regina!

As I watched, a drop of blood suddenly fell to the ground.

No.

Not a single drop of blood.

Two streams of blood flowed directly from her nose.

The bleeding was as rapid as a slightly turned-on faucet; if it hadn't stopped, the person would likely have fainted from lack of blood.

The image of David Martinez first encountering S.A.S. suddenly flashed through his mind, and Leo instantly realized—this was a common side effect of ordinary people abusing S.A.S.S.!

This guy's doomed...

“Don’t just stand there. Didn’t you carry immunosuppressants with you? Give her an injection, and then give her Folic Acid 3. Since you want to save her life, save her first.”

Leo looked up at the sound and saw V walking over leisurely with the shotgun in his hand.

"Oh, right!"

He reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out two pneumatic syringes, one large and one small.

With Fulekang, there's no need to consider the dosage. Just locate the jugular vein with your finger and inject the entire needle in one go.

He needs to read the instructions first before he can use an immunosuppressant.

Seeing his prosthetic eye light up, V immediately interrupted him: "Don't just follow the script now. Switch to a larger dose and stabilize her condition first."

This makes sense.

Leo quickly surveyed his surroundings, confirming that the few fearless passersby were standing a hundred meters away and unable to see what was happening. He then used the same trick again, taking out an even larger syringe under the cover of his clothes.

100ml pneumatic syringe—adults would go weak in the knees, and children would die on the spot!

laugh--

High-frequency gas compression is like a surgical scalpel cutting through the air.

The nanoneedle pierced the skin and injected the entire immunosuppressant into the woman's body.

With a series of convulsions in her limbs, the unconscious woman's brows slowly relaxed, and her expression became less ferocious.

Her acute episodes of cyberpsychosis were successfully suppressed by the inhibitors.

V crouched down and quickly examined the implants on her body. His expression was somewhat grave: "These implants were just put in recently. You see, the swelling at the junction of her foot and thigh hasn't completely subsided yet, which means her body hasn't fully adapted."

Leo quickly recalled the game's plot and found detailed information about "Witnessing Cyber ​​Psychosis: Seaside Cafe".

The hit drama "Saigon Sisters" – the general plot is: out of jealousy, the younger sister ruins the older sister's wedding. The older sister drugs her sister's drink and takes revenge with the most disgusting prosthetic body she found in the Twilight District, also intending to steal her fiancé. After waking up, the younger sister decides to appear at her older sister's second wedding to launch a revenge attack, thus concluding the season finale.

Unfortunately, my sister developed cyberpsychosis; she mistook the script for reality…

The filming location for the TV series turned into a slaughterhouse, and there will never be a next season of "Saigon Sisters".

Very good, this is very Night City.

While he was deep in thought, V had already conducted a brief examination of the madwoman and disarmed her of all her weapons.

Seeing that Leo had come to his senses, she asked softly, "You want me to spare her life, so what should we do now? Let me make it clear beforehand, she's not some stray cat or dog, she absolutely cannot be taken home. Should we leave her there to be dealt with by the NCPD or the Terrorist Mobile Unit, or do we have other arrangements? You'd better decide quickly."

Leo also knew that time was of the essence; some of those who had just fled had called the police, and the police could arrive at any moment.

If we leave this crazy woman behind, she'll probably end up in some big company's research institute, serving as a human guinea pig for studying cyberpsychosis.

That would be such a waste; it would be better to use it to do favors.

"Flatten the back seat and get her into the car. Keep an eye on her from behind; I know someone who can take her."

Just as he was about to act, Leo remembered something and quickly put the woman's wrists together. Instantly, a pair of high-tech handcuffs appeared out of thin air on her wrists, as if they had always been there.

"Why do you have all sorts of weird things on you..."

V was speechless.

Leo chuckled, "This is a tool that a big shot used to deal with me, but he didn't know about my subspace and I tricked him."

He thought that saying this would show off his abilities, but V frowned unhappily.

"What's wrong with you, knowing that big shot? Putting him in handcuffs? Next time, take me with you. If he dares to treat you like that again, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

Leo was stunned for a moment, feeling a little touched.

He also wanted to carry V with him at all times, so he could just unleash it whenever he was in trouble, but the problem was, he couldn't do that right now...

"It's alright. Our current way of getting along is to cooperate while also being wary of each other. After the last test, the relationship isn't as tense anymore. Okay, let's get to work first, we can talk about other things later."

Without him even lifting a finger, V lifted the crazy woman from behind and easily carried her into the car.

After they were both seated, Leo stepped on the gas and sped away from the crime scene, leaving the onlookers far behind.

After driving along the road for a few minutes, Thrace 388 blended into the traffic and became completely unremarkable. Even the NCPD police in the opposite lane did not react when they saw them.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. In Night City, who cares about the life or death of the cyberpsychotics? People would rather they all be dead.

Having confirmed that they had entered a safe area, Leo proceeded with the next step of the operation.

“V, send me Regina Jones’s number, I’ll give her a call.”

“Regina? She’s the middleman in Watson District. Why are you looking for her?” V asked, puzzled.

"Give this crazy woman to her; she likes this stuff just like you."

"Get lost!" V leaned over from the back seat and punched him on the shoulder. "I was just helping someone in need, isn't that what you guys say?"

Joking aside, she still sent Regina's number after she finished speaking.

Leo first turned on the vehicle's navigation, quickly found a "delivery location," and then made a phone call.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The call connected quickly, and a live image of Regina's upper body appeared in the upper left corner of her retina.

She was a capable and efficient woman with a ponytail, wearing a black eye patch over her right eye and a multi-functional bulletproof vest.

This image is very much like that of a war correspondent, exuding a shrewdness.

Seeing how open and honest she was, Leo also turned on his live head video.

Regina glanced at him a few times and nodded: "The famous L, nice to meet you. Quite a few people have asked me about you these past few days. I recommended that they ask Father Haywood, and then no one asked about it anymore."

By the way, nice to meet you, I should introduce myself—Regina Jones, I'm a delivery person in the Watson area. What brings you here?

Leo cut to the chase: "I ran into a cyber lunatic while I was out for a drive, and I grabbed him on a whim. He's still alive. I heard you're interested in these kinds of patients. What do you say, do you want to be with him?"

"Heared?" Regina crossed her arms, a defensive posture from a psychological perspective. "Where did you hear that? I am interested in getting involved in this field, but I have just found a reliable clinic and doctor, and I haven't had time to announce it to the public yet."

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 172 The Living Yama of Night City—Killing Wherever He Goes!

"A middleman always needs some special information channels."

Leo has said this so often that it's easy to fool people with it.

Regina didn't press the matter further, but simply remarked, "I'm also a middleman, how come I don't have such well-connected information channels?"

Leo chuckled and casually joked, "That depends on individual abilities, after all—information is a weapon! Don't you agree, Miss Regina?"

"Of course, because that's my catchphrase..."

Regina swayed, glanced down at the ground a few more times, and finally looked up directly at him.

"Let's not talk about these trivial things anymore. Let's talk about cyberpsychosis. Some people say that the disease is actually curable, and I also feel that the root of this strange disease is not simply 'cybernetics overload,' so I plan to give it a try."

"Living cyberbully, preferably with a milder form of the disease. I really need clinical trial participants like that. Name your price... Oh, and let me just say, I'm not as rich as you."

Leo nodded and began to quote: "One price, free of charge, and we'll even deliver it to the Watson area for you, how about that?"