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

shhhhh--

A large number of NCPD officers came in from nowhere, drew their guns and surrounded him.

"Did you hear me!"

"Haha, there are so many people..."

He glanced around and saw that in addition to the NCPD team of about ten people, there were also a few people from the trauma team who were brave enough to ask him for the Tanaka in his hand.

But seeing his bloody appearance, no one dared to step forward.

There were even many people who took a few steps back when they were caught in his gaze.

"Since that's the case, let me give you a warning... You've been surrounded by me. If you surrender now... I won't kill you!"

No one paid attention to his words, and some even thought he was a cyber madman and began to contact the Terrorist Mobile Team.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"In that case, then all of you should die!"

Then, the sound of flesh being torn apart and the screams of death intertwined together, echoing in the building like a concerto...

Here are some other pictures.jpg

61. The Arrival of the Terrorist Mobile Team (6.5K)

Three fifty in the morning.

A cool breeze blew slowly through the corridor.

But at this moment, the corridor, which was originally shabby and looked like an uninhabited dangerous building, was now covered with sticky bloodstains and body parts on the ground, walls, and ceiling.

The flickering incandescent light made the glittering filaments drawn from the ceiling look as gorgeous as rubies.

tick-

tick-

Then it slowly fell to the ground.

How many people died here?

No one knows, not even the person who caused all this.

All I know is that the air, which was originally filled with dust and corruption mixed with a slight dampness and exhaust-like smell, has now been replaced by a strong smell of blood, and corpses can be seen everywhere, piled up like mountains.

In front of the elevator, an NCPD officer was frantically pressing the elevator display screen.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

His eyeballs were wide open, his pupils shrunk almost into pinholes and filled with red bloodshot, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

He was the lucky guy who survived the massacre just now.

But he could never forget the scene just now...

He had no idea what had happened, only that all his colleagues died in the blink of an eye. When he came to his senses, there were hardly any people left standing on the ground.

One could even see expressions of confusion or fear frozen on the faces of those colleagues who had fallen.

Hell, that's all.

Seeing this, he fled in panic.

He only makes a little over a thousand dollars a month, why should he work so hard?

Instead of working hard here, he would rather quit his job now, go home, take a good shower and have a good sleep, and pretend that nothing had happened.

At this moment, the call to the Terrorist Mobile Team, which was dialed at the same time as the elevator call, was also answered.

"This is the Terrorist Mobile Team."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded calm yet a little impatient, but the police officer felt as if he had met a relative.

"This...this is NPCD. We have been attacked in Japan Street. Please support us..."

He was so frightened that he could hardly utter a complete sentence, but he still managed to give his location.

"Japan Street in Westbrook? The exact location and criminal information. We will send someone out immediately."

"Yes... yes... I'll send it to you right away..."

The police officer immediately sent the criminal's information recorded with his artificial eye, but just as he was about to send the address, his body suddenly became stiff and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

when--

when--

wow——

Suddenly, from the room not far behind him, there were sounds of blunt objects hitting and scratching the wall.

"Where's my gun..."

“Without it I can’t rescue my clients….”

"Where's my gun..."

A member of the trauma team walked out of the room holding on to the wall, but when he saw the NCPD waiting for the elevator, he staggered over.

"Excuse me... Excuse me, have you seen my gun? .... Without it... I can't rescue the client..."

Seeing this, the police officer was so scared that he opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

All they could do was watch as a long gun was inserted diagonally into the body of the trauma team member, who had already been pierced through the body. The sound of the gun scratching the wall just now came from the handle of the gun above.

"...Hey, have you seen my gun...?"

"Hey, what's the address? Is the person still there?!"

The trauma team in front of them and the terrorist squad on the other end of the phone urged at the same time.

But he subconsciously raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at the shoulder of the trauma team member.

puff-

Suddenly, the trauma team member's chest was broken open.

The blood splattered on his face, and he could still feel a slight warmth.

A white leg bone pierced through his chest, and a small lotus tip emerged from his chest, blooming into a delicate red flower.

"The platinum member you are looking for is here~"

A faint demonic sound came from behind.

Although the voice still sounded a little childish, it was like the devil whispering in the ear.

And that leg bone belonged to their financial sponsor, Platinum member Tanaka.

Originally, he just wanted to try it out and use the magic sword Tanaka-chan like Mann, but after swinging it hard, he really turned into Tanaka-chan.

What a disappointment.

"Platinum member customer...confirmed dead..."

The trauma team member who was pierced through the chest muttered something gibberish, then fell to his knees with a thud and finally lay down.

Can't move anymore.

I will do my duty until my death, just for my financial sponsor.

But the current situation has far exceeded expectations. Even if the terrorist squad is called now, it will be too late. The police officer leaned against the elevator door in despair.

David's figure was reflected in his pupils filled with fear, and it was getting bigger and bigger...

puff-

The terrorist squad on the communications side only heard this voice and then lost contact with the NCPD.

"..."

At the Terrorist Mobile Team headquarters, all members fell silent after listening to this audio clip.

The Terrorist Squad is just the official name. In fact, their full name is MAX-TAC (Maximum Force Tactical Division), or Psycho Squads.

Just as the name suggests, most of them were once cyber maniacs who were captured alive, and then joined this organization after being "cured".

Therefore, it can be said that they are all perverts who like to beat ten people at once.

When deployed, he wears an external prosthetic eye like a sword master, and holds ridiculously expensive technical chargers or large-caliber kinetic weapons in his hands, crushing all kinds of threats into the corner like stepping on cockroaches.

Whenever they arrived at the scene, the enemies were like fruits in front of a fruit knife player, waiting to be chopped, but after they left, the scene looked like a plate of fruit salad - not a single piece was intact.

They handle dozens of terrorist incidents or clear out cyberpsychiatric cases every year, if not hundreds.

But it's been a long time since such a tough target has appeared.

Some rush into a shopping mall, pull the trigger and kill people indiscriminately, some strap a bomb to their body and walk into a church and take off directly, some fill the entire yard with mines... All kinds of cyber psychopaths are performing their "last madness of life" in Night City every day.

The Terrorist Mobile Squad can always find a way to solve the problem - as long as the madman who caused the problem is solved, they can call it a day.

But today is different.

They could hardly imagine what level of cyber madman the NCPD was facing.

Maybe something like the captain?

The players present couldn't help but turn their eyes to Melissa Rory, who was sitting on the sofa with a look of neither joy nor sadness.

Even the captain back then, according to the old man's description, was not so exaggerated...

"Captain Rory, when do we...set out?"

Just then, a team member asked cautiously.

"Other teams will be dispatched soon..."

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked at this team member with admiration.

This boy is a real man. He actually dares to disturb the captain when he is deep in thought!

You know, the last person who did that had received a loving education from Melissa Rory—the kind that landed them in the hospital.

But today, Melissa did not respond as usual. She just responded with a nasal "hmm" and fell into deep thought again.

Her eyes were fixed on the criminal information sent by NCPD.

David Martinez, this name and portrait appeared on the light screen, and the reward amount below has reached 3,000 euros.

You have to know that the number of cyberpsychopaths is usually between a few hundred and a thousand, and people like her only had this number back then.

And now this young man has achieved it easily.

"I was right about you, David Martinez. We are indeed the same kind of people... Are you starting to show your madness now?"

Thinking of this, a smile slowly appeared on Melissa's face. It was the smile that a hunter would have when he sets his eyes on his prey.

But there was a cold light in those eyes as bright and clear as amber.

She had already started planning in her mind whether to capture this guy alive or just enjoy herself.

Seeing this, all the team members were shocked.

Their boss actually laughed?

Especially the team member who just spoke, he was so scared that his legs almost went weak and he sat on the ground.

"Okay, let's go, but I'll decide the personnel this time."

Melissa suddenly made this decision, and without saying anything else, she stood up and walked towards the maintenance room.

Only a group of team members were left standing there looking at each other, completely unable to understand what their captain had said.

The personnel are decided by the boss?

Okay, but boss, you tell me who will go first?

However, none of them dared to ask this question, because they still wanted to live well...

-------------------------------------

At the same time, in the underground parking lot.

Lucy, who was sitting in the SUV, was calling David.