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

Seeing the scattered crowd below, David nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Mower, come down with me, and Sasha, you stay on the hovercraft to provide remote assistance, and come down after the cleanup."

After saying that, he jumped out of the cabin.

As for why not stay on the hovercraft?

Because this is only a one-way ticket, there is no return ticket.

It’s just too damn expensive.

Although he can fully afford it now, this is not the way to spend money.

At least I have to wait until I buy the Jikai and implant it in my body before I can spend lavishly. For now, I'd better be patient.

boom--

A loud thud as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground at high speed spread from the ground. David, who had fallen from the sky, crushed the front of a car under his feet, and then jumped off the wreckage as if nothing had happened.

"Eh? Aren't you going to run?"

David felt a little surprised when he saw that the people from the Six Street Gang did not run away but gradually gathered towards him.

Are there still so many people who are not afraid of death these days?

Is it that the Terrorist Squad can no longer lift the sword, or are you guys getting too proud?

"Run away, he's just a little brat. Brothers, let's kill him together!"

I have to say that the cohesion of the Six Street Gang is pretty good. At least when the leader gives a command, hundreds of people will respond and rush forward fearlessly.

It's just that David was overthinking.

What these guys are thinking about is that after killing the members of the Terrorist Squad, their fame will spread throughout Night City.

By then, how would the Valentino Gang dare to provoke them?

Even those crazy people from the Tiger Claw Gang and the Whirlpool Gang have to think carefully about it.

But what they didn't notice was that David's face had darkened at this moment.

"Haha, you really dare to scold me."

He didn't know how long it had been since he was scolded like this. He remembered that the last person from the Tiger Claw Gang who spoke to him like this now had grass several feet high on his grave.

The next second, his figure suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of the leader like a ghost, strangling his fate by the throat with his hands.

"You were the one who scolded me just now, right?"

"Fuck you...Brothers, come on..."

The leader is unaware of his death and even dares to speak dirty words.

He even tried to raise his gun and shoot David at close range.

However, the moment he pulled the trigger, David's other hand blocked the muzzle of the gun, and then he crushed the copperhead snake in his hand into a ball, along with the man's arm, just like crushing a ball of waste paper.

hiss-

The silver implant arm was immediately pulled off, and the man howled like a pig being slaughtered.

“It’s so fucking noisy!”

Swish! He casually threw it towards the adult product store nearby. The huge force caused the man to smash the metal shutter door and almost crashed into the store through the window.

Having said that, just this one move has already made the man breathe less and breathe out more.

He was completely unable to move, and didn't even have the strength to scream as before.

The thugs from the Six Street Gang were so frightened after seeing this scene that they stood there, not daring to move.

But David was far from satisfied with just this.

He walked over slowly and lightly, grabbed the man's ankle that was exposed from the window, and dragged him out, leaving a bright red mark on the ground like a paint brush.

He walked over to an empty vehicle, reached through the broken window, opened the door, and then pressed the man's head against the door frame.

"I told you not to call me a fucking forearm brat!"

bang——

There was a teeth-grinding sound of a door closing, and the man's head was pinched hard, and his body twitched violently.

"You'll scold me again!"

bang——

one more time.

While cursing, she clamped the man's head with the car door.

The man's body trembled as the clamping moved, and sticky blood slowly dripped from the crack in the door. Until his whole body stopped twitching, the car door that had been deformed by the clamp was finally closed.

The boss who was so arrogant and full of energy just a few seconds ago was crushed to death in front of them, and his head was crushed like a watermelon.

When they shifted their gaze from their boss's corpse to David, they couldn't help but shudder.

This is not a terrorist squad, it's just a devil! A madman!

"Who among you wants to try it?" David gave a kind smile.

But his voice made the Six Street Gang members shudder. They immediately turned around and tried to escape, but a woman was standing behind them.

Mower, who was also wearing a black heavy armor combat suit and a half-helmet-style external optical prosthetic eye.

Normally, if you see someone like this who you know is a terrorist squad, you should choose to escape by another route.

But now they were so scared by David that they had lost their minds and immediately raised their guns to shoot the woman who blocked their way.

However, Mower was quicker.

In their eyes, they saw a few flashes of lightning and then the flashing light of a knife passed through their bodies.

Then, I felt weak and my vision was spinning.

In the split second before their consciousness was about to fall into darkness, they finally saw their bodies, but the only thing missing was their heads.

93. Is it a conspiracy? Or an open conspiracy? (6K)

"Hello, this has been processed. Please keep silent."

David sat on the curb, looking at the empty streets around him while reporting the situation to the terrorist squad headquarters.

"What are the casualties at the scene?"

"Emm... let me see..."

After taking a closer look at the bodies around him, David continued, "Six or seven civilians died, and the surrounding shops were damaged to varying degrees. The thirty-four members of the Six Street Gang have all been killed, and the casualties of the Valentino Gang are unclear... No bodies have been seen yet."

The reason why he was able to sort so many corpses so clearly was very simple.

Although the population of Heywood is very complex, it is mainly composed of Mexicans (Latinos), and the guys in the Valentino gang are just like Mexicans -

Exaggerated vests, golden prosthetics, jeweled jewelry, Santa Muerte and Jesus Christ tattoos make the style seem inspired by Chicano culture.

However, none of the bodies found at the scene were of this style, and this was also the conclusion given by Kirusi.

In addition, it is also because the guys from the Sixth Street Gang are too obvious. They like to print gang logos on their clothes and dress like cowboys, making them easy to recognize.

Speaking of which, can this also be considered a collision between traditional American cultures?

“Oh, by the way, the destruction of the street shops was not done by me. The scene was already like this when I arrived,” David added.

If this situation is reported to Melissa, it doesn't matter whether she says anything or not, because this kind of thing is of no concern to them. In fact, every time Melissa goes out, it causes huge losses.

Besides, if you do say it wrong, you might get scolded and people will think you are too talkative.

I remember one time when Melissa kicked a cyber madman into an expensive car in order to kill him. Then the madman was pierced through the chest by the protruding metal spikes and died from excessive blood loss.

Afterwards, the owner of the car wanted compensation from the NCPD guys, but when he heard that it was Melissa who did it, he immediately became discouraged and didn't even dare to cause any trouble.

But then again, since there has been a change of personnel at the headquarters, we naturally have to explain the situation clearly.

It would be a big loss if this woman asked me to pay compensation again.

However, Anna on the other end of the phone only made a brief note of the surrounding damage and did not ask any questions. Instead, she questioned the Valentino Gang.

David also brought out the prepared words and said in an innocent tone:

"You can't blame me for this, Miss Anna. When I got here, those guys ran away as if they saw the plague god when they saw me."

"The mission you gave me is to stop a gang fight, not an annihilation mission. You can't chase and kill a group of guys who have no intention of resisting, right?"

"Okay, I know."

His words did not seem to impress Anna.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t continue asking questions, you have achieved your goal.

"Next, I will notify the EMT and NCPD to handle the next issue."

EMT, the full name of which is Emergency Medical Technician, generally refers to medical service providers, including ambulance drivers and ambulance paramedics.

Gloria used to do this job, and the yellow jacket David often wore was also the uniform of an EMT.

But this is common sense outside. In Night City, these EMTs are no different from the corpse collection team.

Every time we arrive at the scene, our job is to transport the bodies and clean up the scene.

It is rare to successfully receive a patient.

Because generally wealthy corporate dogs and wealthy people will purchase the services of the trauma team, so it is never their turn to appear.

After all, it was announced that it took only seven minutes to save the patient, and this speed is not exaggerated.

The poor lower-class civilians and gang members were already dead by the time the EMTs arrived.

"So what should I do? Can I get off work now?"

David suddenly thought of this question. Now that the task was completed, could he go home and sleep well with Lucy?

However, Anna poured a bucket of cold water on it.

"Please do your dreaming at night. You still have tasks to do next."

Anna's voice was like a steel needle, ruthlessly puncturing his bubble of fantasy.

"Eh...why do you still have work? You could go home at this time before!"

David felt as aggrieved as a baby weighing several hundred pounds.

Sasha and Mower, who were also sitting on the curb, stopped what they were doing and looked over at him because of his action.

Even Sasha looked like she was trying to hold back her laughter?

"Please don't complain David Martinez. How your actions were arranged before is not within my control. Now move on to the next task."

Anna had no sympathy for David's aggrieved behavior.

It was like an oil-squeezing machine, trying to squeeze out all his value.

"You are indeed a corporate dog from Ye's Company..."

David curled his lips and muttered quietly.

"The next mission is in your area, Little Chinatown in Watson District."

Anna didn't say much and immediately started talking about his next task, but her next words made David frown slightly.

“Located at the junction of Bradbury Street and Bran Street....”

"Wait, where are you talking about?!"

Before Anna could finish, David suddenly interrupted her with an exclamation.

"Please don't interrupt me, David Martinez. It's the corner of Bradbury and Bland Streets. What's the problem?"

"Uh...no, I just wanted to ask what happened there."

Logically speaking, if there is a place in Night City where the Terrorist Squad doesn't need to be deployed, it must be the place Anna just reported.

Because Lao Wei’s shop is here.

The little hooligans around here all get along well with Lao Wei, and those who don't get along well with him are also subdued.

As for cyber maniacs and the like, there are no other ones except the prophet Gary who lives next door to Misty. What's more, he is protecting people there, so who would dare to be so desperate and cause trouble there?

Do you think your life is too hard and you need help to loosen it up?