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

Oleg was very loyal and obedient. He slowly walked to the wall next to the bathroom and stood there, quietly waiting for V to come out.

Just then, a faint sound of breaking wind was heard.

"Pfft!"

A transparent hole was opened in Ogle's chest, and blood spurted out in an extremely unnatural way.

"Hey, our big boss, Mr. Dexter Sean, who did you just say you were going to kill?"

With a twist in the air, David, with his optical camouflage removed, appeared in the room.

"You...how come..."

Seeing David appear, DeShawn took a few steps back in panic and immediately realized that he had been fooled by this group of people.

Oleg, who was nailed to the wall by the wolf's claws, wanted to raise his pistol to protect his boss, but David pushed him back: "Behave yourself!"

This also caused Oleg to become completely motionless and turned into a corpse.

wow-

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking.

DeShawn, the agile black fat man, took advantage of this opportunity to break through the window and run away.

David quickly ran to the window and stuck his head out, only to see the fat black man fall to the ground with a thud and roll over for a few rounds, supporting himself with his hands and limping towards the road without caring about the pain in his legs.

"Yoho? Crow is riding a plane."

Seeing this, he laughed inadvertently.

Want to run? Can you run?

What an idiot.

However, while he was watching the show, V also came out of the bathroom.

"David...has it been resolved?"

He looked at the body lying against the wall, then glanced at the broken window and asked.

"Well, the bodyguards were dealt with, but that fat guy Deshaun jumped down from here." David said nonchalantly.

It seemed as if he didn't care at all about DeShawn's life or death.

However, there was one thing that surprised him.

You have to know that this is the third floor, and he didn't die after jumping down with that weight.

What kind of Jackie Chan behavior is this?

Or is it really worthy of the physical fitness inherited from my ancestors? It would be a pity if I didn't go to pick cotton with such good physical fitness.

However, when V heard that DeShawn the jerk had run away, he was shocked: "What did you say? David, how did you let that guy run away?!"

"Well, don't worry. Isn't Jack down there? Do you think that fat black guy can escape from Jack?"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile of success.

Jack's ability in frontal combat is indeed not strong, but he is an expert in assassination and stealth.

This guy said he learned ninjutsu, so he might not be bragging.

Just like now....

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"boom--"

The gunshot rang out, and DeShawn felt his legs sink, and he fell to the ground with a plop, his fat face falling into the puddle.

However, he did not care about the rain on his face. He turned over with difficulty and looked down.

I saw a bloody hole on his good leg.

He immediately let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.

At the same time, the downpour gradually subsided at this moment. In the fine rain, a black shadow gradually walked towards Deshaun.

Upon closer inspection, it was Jack, but he had a pistol pointed at him.

"Brother Jack...let me go...please! I can give you money. I can give you lots and lots of money!"

DeShawn was struggling to wriggle his body on the ground like a 300-pound maggot.

In his arms was a pistol, but Deshawn made no attempt to draw it because he had no idea how to use a gun.

Yes, you heard it right, this fat black guy doesn't know how to use a gun at all, and the dirty work of killing people is usually done by Oleg.

And he....haha.

It would be fine if it was at close range, but in this case where there was some distance and the person was seriously injured, DeShawn couldn't hit him at all.

He himself is very clear about this.

All he could do now was beg for mercy and run away.

"Money? Your idea is indeed very good, but I still need to discuss this matter with my good brothers."

As he spoke, Jack seemed to notice footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw David and V walking towards him.

"Hey, chica, mano! It's done!"

"You are as good as me, Jack. You caught this fat guy right away."

"Then take a look."

Jack acted very proud.

But when DeShawn saw David's face, the title of Night City's Living King of Hell suddenly popped up in his mind. He quickly rubbed the ground with his arms and pulled his fat body to try to escape from here.

This was the first time in his life that he complained about why his mother made him so fat.

At the same time, he was also regretting why he had provoked such a person in the first place. Everything had been planned out originally, but now there was only endless regret.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as regret medicine in this world, not even in Night City.

"Oh Bean~"

David suddenly flashed to DeShawn's side and stepped on his chest, making him unable to move.

"Our boss, Mr. DeShawn, where are you planning to go?" He slowly bent down and asked with an impolite smile on his face.

"Brother David, please let me go. I know you do this for money. I can give you money and all my belongings. I only ask you to let me go and forgive me this time." DeShawn began to beg again.

But his words angered V.

“Oh, let you go?” V sneered, “Were you planning to let us go? If it weren’t for David’s plan, you would have killed us and thrown us into the garbage dump outside Night City!”

As he spoke, he angrily took out his pistol and planned to shoot the fat guy a few times.

But David held it down.

"Well, don't worry."

He turned around and looked at Deshaun with a smile: "Tell me how much money you have."

DeShawn was delighted when he heard this, and quickly took off the separation chip from his neck: "Here, all my belongings are here!"

"Oh? They're all here."

David's voice became a little subtle, and he raised his head and gave Jack and V a look.

The two of them understood immediately.

This guy David is planning to rob his fellow thieves.

He had secretly loaded his pistol and was ready to fire a few rounds at the fat black man at any time.

It's immoral, but they like it.

David, on his side, still looked at DeShawn with that fake smile and said regretfully, "It's not enough. This little money is not enough to buy your life."

Hearing this, DeShawn understood David's plan and immediately tried to crush the chip, but a sudden bullet pierced through the golden arm.

The chip slipped from his hand and fell into the water.

"Haha, a fat pig should behave like a fat pig and crawl on the ground properly, understand?!"

Suddenly, David changed the subject, his eyes were full of ferocity, a bloodthirsty smile curved at the corners of his mouth, and his expression was filled with madness.

This posture made Dexter, who was lying in the rain, feel fear for the first time.

Even when he was running away a few years ago, he had never felt this way. The extreme feeling of oppression made him unable to speak.

It's like facing a cyber madman... No, it's more terrifying than a cyber madman, it's a cyber devil!

"I've made it very clear just now. This little money is not enough to buy your life. Do you understand, fat pig?"

"Just because you have a golden arm, do you think you are on the same level as Johnny Silverhand? What are you going to call yourself? Fat Pig Goldhand?!"

"And you said forgiveness? Hahahahaha!"

David suddenly laughed, and laughed happily.

"Stop trying to make me laugh! Whether you forgive me or not, my job is to send you to see God!"

His feet were gradually exerting force, causing DeShawn's chest to slowly cave in, making him breathless, and then he suddenly let go, as if he was playing with his prey.

"Oh no, I'm afraid you won't be able to see God. With your bad temper, you'll probably be despised even in hell."

"So, with all that said, we have to say goodbye."

David turned his finger into a gun and pointed it at DeShawn's head: "Go to hell and repent, you fat pig!"

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Continuous flames flickered in the rainy night, and the melodious sound of gunfire echoed throughout the neighborhood.

After an unknown amount of time, the gunfire finally stopped.

DeShawn, who originally looked like a human, no longer looked human. The crystal metal bullets were deeply embedded in his body, as if he had been shot by several submachine guns.

"The smell of gunpowder smoke is really good."

While enjoying the smell of gunpowder in the air, David walked to the other side of the corpse, bent down, picked up the separation chip that fell into the water, put it away, turned his head and took another look at the rotten meat and complained:

"What an idiot! Isn't it ours to kill you?"

Then he stood up and greeted the two of them:

"Let's go, V, Jack. The NCPD people will be here to clean the floor soon."

V and Jack exchanged glances. The feeling of revenge was indeed great.

Afterwards, the three of them left together.

All that was left was Deshaun, a pile of rotten flesh, and his shattered golden arm implant, which was shining under the pink neon lights.

Fine raindrops fell on the corpse, slowly dissolving the flowing blood and gradually dyeing the ground red.

114. Black Dream (6.5K)

"Fuck, where is this?"

David looked around in confusion.

He was now deep in a dark place. No matter up, down, left, right, front or back, there was only endless darkness. There was nothing there. He couldn't even tell the direction, or his own condition.

The most important thing is that he couldn't control his own body and couldn't move at all, as if this body didn't belong to him.

As for why he appeared here, even he himself didn't know.

I just vaguely remember that after killing the fat black guy, I spent two relatively peaceful days, and then I suddenly remembered that the relic was still inserted in my body.

After that, let the system repair itself.

But I didn’t know what happened during the repair process. I just knew that everything went dark in front of my eyes, and when I woke up, I appeared here.

"This...isn't it overloaded and crashed?"

Such an outrageous idea suddenly popped into his mind, but it was reasonable.

After all, no matter what, it is normal for cyber implants to have some ideas of their own, and it is understandable that they want to take a break after overload operation.

But the key point is that there is no overload at all!