People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

I have never worn this kind of thing when I was on a mission before. When I met the NCPD, I would just show my ID or let them scan it.

This time, even if surrounded by NCPD, there is no need to show those troublesome documents.

"You seem to be in a very happy mood now. Did something good happen to you?"

At this moment, Lao De's voice suddenly sounded, but David's eyes gradually turned into dead fish eyes.

"Old De, which eye of yours saw that I was in a good mood?"

"I'm sorry, there may be something wrong with my analysis system. Is there anything I can help you with? I'm happy to help."

"Hmm, let me think about it..."

David hesitated for a moment and continued, "Do you know any assassins? Help me hire one and kill Melissa Rory at the Terrorist Squad headquarters."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this. Inspector Melissa Rory is the ace of the Terrorist Squad. I don't know anyone else who can kill her except you."

"Tsk, forget it then."

As he said this, David rested his arms on the armrests, tilted his head back and said nothing.

What he just said to Delaman was just an angry remark. He knew that there were no such people in Night City, and even if there were, no one would dare to take action against the Terrorist Squad.

The consequences of provoking them are even more terrible than provoking large companies like Arasaka and Militech. The prisoners will be guaranteed not to see the sunrise the next day, and it is estimated that they will not even see the sunset that day.

What's more, there is no other boss in Night City like Melissa who is willing to take the blame for him.

He doesn't even have time to show his courtesy to her, how could he possibly kill her?

If it is a dry service, it is not impossible to consider it.

But then again, aren't the number of people dispatched on this mission a bit small? Apart from him, there are only two combat personnel on the scene: Mower and Sasha.

Normally, such a not-too-urgent mission would be staffed by four to six team members, including an on-site commander who is also the team leader or captain, an experienced person and several newcomers.

And here, he was the only newcomer who could be considered an old hand, with two newcomers who had just joined.

It's simply too raw.

If this had not been deliberately arranged by that woman Melissa, he would never have believed it.

Isn't it just shooting down a hovercraft? Is it necessary to retaliate like this? Not even providing manpower.

Not only that, the two people in the hovercraft did not seem serious at all—

Sasha sat there chewing gum and blowing bubbles, while Mower kept wiping the samurai sword in his hand, without any sense of crisis that they were about to arrive at the scene of a gang fight.

It's like going out for a picnic...

However, for a few of them, this mission was indeed an outing.

To put it simply, just kill all enemies that appear in your field of vision. Before that, send a warning to the Valentino Gang, just for the sake of Jack and the priest.

and many more!

When he looked at Mower, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

Black hair, some Asian features on the face, yellowish skin, black eyes, and a love of samurai swords…

After summarizing the above characteristics, he asked tentatively: "Mowell, you like samurai swords so much, you are not Asian..."

As far as he knew, apart from a weirdo like him, most of the guys who liked samurai swords were from Asia.

For example, some of the security guards from Arasaka Corporation and the guys from the Tiger Claw Gang.

However, this question also caught Sasha's attention, and she stared at Mower's plain face like a curious baby.

She has always been curious about this question, but she has never had the courage to ask.

"No."

Mower stopped wiping the knife and looked up at him, his black pearl-like pupils reflecting his face: "But I am half Asian."

"...Your father or mother is not Japanese, right?"

“Well, my father is Japanese.”

Good guy...

Although mixed-race people are not uncommon in 2077, it was not even that way half a century ago. At that time, there were grandparents who were all ultimate hybrids from different countries.

But David was still a little shocked at this time.

There's a weird feeling of a truth being revealed, just like a scratch card.

"Then why do you have such a weird name like Mower?"

Mower narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him, seemingly dissatisfied with what he said, but still said lightly: "This is just the name I use in Night City. I have another name."

"Motoko is my name in Japan."

David's mouth twitched when he heard this.

What the hell... Is this an Easter egg for the collaboration between Cyberpunk and Ghost in the Shell?

Although I already knew that Moer looked similar to Kusanagi Motoko, but now even their names are the same...

"Then your last name wouldn't be Kusanagi, would it?"

"Kusanagi?"

Mower looked at him doubtfully and shook his head: "No."

"Huh...that's good."

David breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

It would be a bit too crude to call her Kusanagi Motoko.

However, he seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked in a joking tone: "What's your last name? Arasaka?"

"..."

This time, Mower did not respond.

He just glared at him fiercely, as if saying "Your last name is Arasaka, your whole family's last name is Arasaka." At the same time, he clenched the samurai sword in his hand.

You know, although Arasaka is a Japanese local company, Arasaka does not have a good reputation in Japan.

"Okay, okay, it's just a joke, don't get excited."

David raised his hands in surrender. He was also afraid that Mower would become like that crazy woman Melissa, so he raised his knife and chopped at him without saying a word.

Killing him is a small matter, but if this hovercraft really breaks down, that would be a big deal.

But it will cost a lot of money...

Even if Mowell was sold, it would still not be enough to pay for it.

"We are almost at our destination."

At this moment, Lao De, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke.

At the same time, a crackling sound like popping beans came from directly below, as if it were New Year's Day. Even if you were sitting in the hovercraft, you could hear it clearly.

"Wow, it's really lively. There are quite a lot of people on both sides."

David slowly stood up and leaned against the car window to look at the scenery below.

On the street directly below, members of the Valentino gang were exchanging fire with a group of guys wearing camouflage overalls, sunglasses, cowboy hats, and jackets with light bulletproof vests casually hung inside.

This iconic way of dressing, as well as the skull and six stars printed on the jacket, is definitely the Six Street Gang.

Judging from the number of people on both sides, the Valentino gang is not at an advantage, as the other side has almost twice as many people as them.

The guns in their hands continued to spew flames. At this time, there were no civilians on the street. Even if there were, those who did not escape had been riddled with bullets. All the small shops on the street were closed.

A painter who was responsible for painting off graffiti on the wall was lying on a paint rack on the street, but he looked like he had been dead for a long time.

There used to be an adult products store, but now its pink neon sign and the iconic 18+ mark have been shattered by stray bullets, and there are many clearly visible bullet marks on the metal rolling door.

There was also a noodle shop that suffered the same treatment. The glass of the sales window was shattered into pieces, and the unfortunate shop owner had a clearly visible third eye on his head.

That's how gang fights work, they will never care about civilians, even if they are under their jurisdiction.

This is just one of the styles of Night City. The lives of the lower class people are never considered lives, but just a bunch of consumables that can be thrown away after use.

However, the roar of engines from the sky served as a signal for them to stop the exchange of fire.

People on both sides raised their heads and looked at the hovercraft gradually descending from the sky.

"Where did this idiot come from? How dare you land here?"

This was the unanimous thought of everyone on both sides. Some people even wanted to fire a few shots at the hovercraft, but after seeing the logo of the Delaman Taxi Company, they gave up the idea of ​​taking action.

The vehicles of the Delaman Taxi Company are equipped with firepower and are said to be able to wipe out a company security team.

Even though this description is a bit exaggerated, none of them wants to touch this issue.

Just wait until the people in the car get off and then kill them.

But the next scene frightened most people so much that they dared not breathe.

"laugh--"

As the hydraulic rods extended and retracted, the side hatch of the hovercraft was opened in mid-air, but the people inside were not ordinary passengers as they imagined, but...

"Terrorist Mobile Team?!"

I don't know who shouted this, but everyone came to their senses immediately.

When did this Terrorist Squad use this unique way of appearance? Where is your iconic black floating car? ! Why did you change to taking a taxi company's car!

This was their first thought, and their second thought was...

Run away!

This was the only thought left in their minds when they saw the electromagnetic weapon in the hands of the young man standing at the car door, as well as the black heavy armored combat suit on his body.

They can go into a gunfight with the NCPD, even if they are driving powerful bipedal mechas, and they can even change their plans temporarily.

But if you see an organization, you must escape as soon as possible.

That is the Terrorist Mobile Team.

No matter how fierce the gang members are, when they encounter these inhuman lunatics, they will always choose to turn around and run without hesitation.

Unless you think your life is too hard and you have lived too long.

However, there really was a guy in the Sixth Street Gang who thought his life was too tough.

"Haha, you scared me! I thought the terrorist squad sent someone else, but it turned out to be just a young brat!"

A guy with an external cyber style, holding up the copperhead snake in his hand with his silver arms, laughed defiantly.

"It seems that the Terrorist Squad is no longer effective. They don't even have any men left. Haha! Brothers, let's go and kill him!"

"But... Boss, that's the Terrorist Squad..."

"So what if they are the Terrorist Squad? They are just a bunch of little guys whose hair hasn't even grown out yet. Why are you afraid of them?"

"But...."

"Don't say that!"

The younger brother wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by their leader.

"Just a little brat, wait and see how I kill him!"

At this point, the young man said nothing more, and there was nothing to say.

However, the man on the hovercraft made him feel like one of the legends circulating in Night City, David Martinez, the crazy man who could even be called the living devil of Night City and who even killed Adam Hammer.

But he also knew that it would be useless even if he said it.

Because their boss doesn't believe it at all.

And that person never appeared again after the Arasaka Company riot.

Their conversation was quite loud, but David couldn't hear it clearly due to the roar of the hovercraft's engine and the strong wind blowing into the cabin.

It would be better to say that even if he heard it, he would not pay attention to this group of two-armed people. It was just that the name of that little-armed kid might attract some of his attention.

"Listen, Valentino gang, stop firing now and disperse. We will not hold you responsible. If you try to resist, you will be killed without mercy."

David held the car door and shouted, causing the fleeing members of the Valentino gang to flee the scene at a faster speed.

They were not as stupid as those idiots in the Six Street Gang. They had no intention of running away when they saw the terrorist squad coming.