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

Not far ahead, we arrived at the place where the cleaners were "performing surgery" on the victims.

Lifting the blood-stained, semi-transparent blue partition curtain, a disemboweled corpse lay quietly on the operating table. His eyes were now just two bloody holes, and his kidneys had long since disappeared from his open abdominal cavity.

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 151 The Great Purge (Part 4)

"These kidney-donating bastards..."

Leo's scanner did not have the NCPD file scanning program loaded, so he could not retrieve the victim's information from the database. He could only tell from the traces of drug use on the victim's body that the man was probably just an ordinary citizen living in poverty.

Now, he lies here, and we don't even know if he has any family left.

"Are you OK?"

He hadn't moved for so long that V was a little nervous.

She covered the deceased's face with a clean sheet, preventing his empty eyes from meeting Leo's gaze.

"I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood."

Leo reached out and covered the unknown deceased with the sheet; his disgust for the cleaner had escalated into loathing.

"Once I'm in power, I'll kill all these sons of bitches, hang them on stakes to dry in the wind, and use them as a warning to those who come after."

Jack walked over and patted him hard on the shoulder, reassuring him, "That's a good idea, but the cleaners in Night City are like cockroaches. You kill one batch, and another batch will pop up in a few days. The upper class wants healthy organs, and the mercenaries want cheap prosthetics. As long as there's profit to be made, this industry is hard to eradicate."

"No, that's because we didn't kill them hard enough."

Leo turned and left the operating table.

“Humans are different from goldfish; they have memories. If you kill them repeatedly, and let others see that doing this kind of work will cost them their heads, they will naturally stop.”

The members of Mann's team exchanged silent glances, choosing not to chime in on the topic.

They themselves often buy cheap prosthetic bodies from "corpse collection teams," making them beneficiaries of this black market industry.

Noticing that Leo had started moving again, the group formed a defensive formation around him and steadily advanced.

On the way forward, we saw several more victims' bodies, including one victim who had no limbs and was hanging on a rack with huge iron hooks, just like livestock being processed in a slaughterhouse.

Leo felt nothing when he saw the fresh scavenger corpses, but his stomach churned when he saw these people.

That feeling... wasn't nausea, it was... wanting to kill!

After carefully avoiding and overcoming several traps, the group advanced to the core area of ​​the basement.

That was the monitoring room and the cold storage for organs. The remaining scavengers built a shelter with sofas and freezers, completely sealing off the entrance, intending to put up a last stand here.

"Who are you! Are you here to rescue people or what do you want?"

The leader of the scavengers, "The Butcher," dared not show himself, hiding indoors and shouting, "..."

"If you want money, give me a price! Anything else is fine too, we can talk it over..."

Leo ignored him and asked the people around him, "Can we blow up the bunker with grenades? This building looks pretty sturdy, so we're not worried about it collapsing."

V glanced at the makeshift shelter and quickly nodded.

Just then, Mann, who had been silent all along, raised his hand and showed everyone his unusually large arm: "I installed a projectile launching system that can directly blow up bunkers with built-in micro-missiles."

He knew that tandem grenades could achieve the same effect, but he had to make a good impression on the middlemen so they would remember them when there was work to be done in the future.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to come all this way and only kill three small fry.

Leo nodded, mainly wanting to witness the power of this kind of prosthetic body firsthand. He clearly remembered that Jack had wanted to install one last time.

Seeing that no one objected, Mann told them to step back a little and find cover.

He then extended his thick right arm, using his left hand as a stabilizer, and aimed it at the scavenger's bunker.

A few clicking sounds.

His right forearm was fully extended, and the plate-like muscles moved like a carapace, revealing the projectile launching system hidden in his arm.

Leo activated Krenzikov, and everything became crystal clear.

The massive golden muzzle was large enough to hold a baseball, and a miniature missile with tail fins was mounted behind the barrel.

This missile has the same shape as the large missile, only much smaller in size.

Noticing L's gaze, Mann introduced in a friendly yet slightly boastful manner, "Both of my arms are equipped with projectile launching systems. The left arm has a shotgun, and the right arm has a miniature missile. However, I can only carry three missiles at a time; carrying more than that will affect my balance."

After saying that, he suddenly opened fire.

The mini-missile, trailing a plume of white smoke, hurtled straight toward the bunker.

Just then, a bald street cleaner was forced to peek out to check the situation and happened to witness the horrific scene of the missile exploding.

Rumbling--

The indoor environment exacerbated the destructive power of the missile.

The deafening sound waves and air currents caused everyone hiding behind the cover to cover their ears.

As for the scavenger who was bombed, he suffered an even worse fate—the bald, unlucky fellow's upper body was blown to pieces and mixed with the wreckage of the bunker.

The other scavengers inside were stunned by the explosion, and only the Butcher, who had a higher degree of cybernetic enhancement, could barely maintain his fighting ability.

But he already knew that he could not escape it today.

Those equipped with such weapons are definitely not street mercenaries; they are the elite of the elite...

Then let's go for it!

I'll take someone down with me even if I die!

He drove the Krenchikov, which he had taken from some unfortunate fellow, to the highest setting, and stepped out from behind cover, holding his beloved shotgun in both hands.

Since learning that the enemy had professional hackers, he used all his grenades to make traps, and this shotgun is now the most powerful weapon he has.

At this distance, once the trigger is pulled, even those with subcutaneous armor won't have an easy time!

Amidst the swirling dust, he could vaguely make out the enormous figure in the distance. Its physique, comparable to that of a member of the Animal Gang, essentially ruled out any possibility of a secret infiltration.

The protruding muzzle of the cannon in his arm was undoubtedly the source of the explosive.

Projectile launching system!

The butcher recognized the deadly thing. He couldn't let the other party use it again, or he might not even have a whole piece of meat left.

Let's die together!

His right index finger was already on the trigger; in just a fraction of a second, he could make the enemy pay the price.

But at this moment, even the blink of an eye felt far too long.

He witnessed it—a blur of motion broke through the smoke and swept past him in an instant.

Four sharp whistles came from behind, so fast they were almost consecutive.

Then, he was kicked in the lower back, and the ground rapidly magnified in his field of vision.

He tried to reach out and brace himself against the ground, but found nothing in front of him. His arms, which were holding the gun, had already fallen to his waist.

That's... my arm?

The ground continued to enlarge, and he clearly felt his nose touch the ground first, followed by his lips and chin. His skin rubbed violently against the rough ground, instantly tearing his skin.

The force of that kick was so great that he slid face down for several meters, leaving a straight trail of blood behind him.

"Don't say I didn't take care of you; this leadership position is yours."

He suddenly realized—the reason he hadn't been killed in that instant was so that he could suffer more humiliation before he died…

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despair-

despair-

despair--

The footsteps approached slowly, their final landing point almost in front of them.

The butcher struggled to lift his head, and the first thing he saw was a multi-functional combat boot, followed by a full-body bulletproof vest with bulletproof plates, and a face that was too young.

That face clearly wasn't something someone from the lower class could have; it was full of health, vitality... and hope.

"Cough cough, pfft..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Oh, so the young master's come to a place like this to experience life? Too bad, there aren't any pretty female corpses in this batch, otherwise I could let you try something new. Let me tell you, don't be fooled by their coldness—"

Bang!

The hard toe of the shoe made intimate contact with his right eye.

The powerful kick blinded him, adding another layer of color to his face.

The butcher gasped in pain, yet he still managed to laugh intermittently.

"Don't be angry, young master. I've never offended someone as rich as you in my life. I shouldn't have offended you. Can you let me die knowing why...?"

Leo looked at him coldly: "If you find a tick or a bedbug under your mattress, do you need to think of a reason before squashing it?"

A flash of hatred crossed the butcher's face as he stared intently at him with his remaining left eye: "As expected of a wealthy person high above, so arrogant. They no longer treat us common folk as human beings at all."

“No, you’re wrong,” Leo retorted. “To me, the lower classes are people too, but the cleaners don’t count. You’re just… some kind of creature that looks like a human. Living in a city with you is like polluting the air I breathe.”

He raised his Yinglong submachine gun and pointed the muzzle at the butcher.

"Your time to give your last words is over. It's time for you to go."

"What a beautiful gun..." The butcher's eyes gleamed with a hint of dazedness. "Be careful not to get it stained with blood; it's more valuable than our lives, hahaha—"

Bang bang bang bang—! !

The incessant gunfire interrupted the maniacal laughter.

One burst, 45 smart rounds, all hit the butcher's head.

His head exploded, and his brain matter was violently churned by the bullet, quickly turning into a thick, uniform paste of flesh.

Leo didn't want to describe his head as a rotten, exploded watermelon, because the watermelon was innocent, and his head was a thousand times more disgusting.

Kaka-

Snapped.

When the bullets ran out, the magazine of the Yinglong submachine gun automatically detached and was gently caught by a fair hand that reached out from the side.

"Your gun even has an automatic magazine reload function? That's pretty high-tech!"

V's voice came from beside him as he casually stuffed an empty magazine into his bulletproof vest pocket.

Leo knew she was worried about his mental state, so he forced a smile.

But his first murder still left him somewhat disoriented.

"Mano!" Jack shouted, giving him a bear hug. "Congratulations! According to Haywood tradition, you've just passed your 'coming-of-age ceremony,' and you're now a real man!"

Leo's lips twitched: "Have your coming-of-age ceremonies become this extreme? You have to kill someone to be considered an adult...?"

Jack grinned: "No~ there are three kinds of coming-of-age ceremonies—turning eighteen, killing someone, and the third one, well, one person can't do it alone, you know, good luck!"

He patted Leo on the back twice and then stepped aside with a smile.

As a Haywood resident, V gave him a warm hug.

"Congratulations, you've learned the first rule of street survival—shoot the enemy."

Leo hugged her tightly, and the tension in his heart quickly eased.

After V released him, Rebecca also came over. She wasn't from Haywood, and due to her height, she could only offer her blessing by patting his lower back.

If that's all there is to it, Leo is still very happy.

But she shouldn't have pinched his butt so hard when she stopped—frankly speaking, V-Zhentian was right in front of her, Rebecca was trying to drag them both to their deaths!

Luckily, V was talking to Pure White with her back to them at the moment, otherwise she would have gained two more kills...

Feeling guilty, Leo quickly looked around.

Jack was surveying the battlefield from the front, unaware of the commotion behind him. The only ones who could see the awkward interaction between the two were… a few members of Mann's squad behind them.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes warning them not to say anything inappropriate.

Mann and Dorio immediately looked in different directions, pretending not to have seen what had just happened.