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

Rumor has it that in the rare case that a cyberpsycho is captured alive, the prisoner is quietly reformed and joins the department.

It is also because of this statement that the reputation of the Terrorist Mobile Team has become even more notorious.

But after actually meeting the woman named Melissa Rory, she became more and more convinced that this was not just a rumor but a fact.

That is to say-

The so-called Terrorist Mobile Team is not a holiday paradise like the NCPD. It is just a hell where a group of lunatics seek redemption.

David realized all of this clearly when he arrived there, and he also understood how ridiculous his ideas were.

Headquarters of the Terrorist Mobile Team, training ground.

"Is it him?"

The man who had talked to Melissa before appeared again and asked calmly while looking at David who was undergoing a physical fitness test in the distance.

"Yes, how do you feel?" Melissa, who was also looking at the scene ahead, nodded.

"Wait until he can pass the test."

The man did not give Melissa the answer or praise she wanted to hear. He just glanced at David who was doing the bench press with disdain, and left without making a sound.

Originally he thought that this David Martinez was some burly man, but he turned out to be like this?

After all, the information only shows an avatar, and there is no specific data about David.

You know, although the members of the Terrorist Squad are not as muscular as the Animal Gang who grew up eating protein and hormones, they are still very strong and not light in weight. David, who looks very thin at first glance...

Those few abdominal muscles are simply a joke in the eyes of the freaks in the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

Apart from Melissa, there is probably no one else in the entire terrorist squad who is as thin as her.

What's more, according to data analysis, most of this kid's body is still native.

If he didn't know Melissa Rory's character, he would have suspected that the woman had let him win.

Simply put, the product is not what was advertised.

In response, Melissa said nothing but smiled.

Because, at the beginning, she was also deceived by the boy's appearance...

In the center of the venue.

"Hey, boy, you can do it. How about adding some more?"

"Yes, give him some more! I want to see what this kid's limit is!"

"I didn't expect this brat to be so strong. I bet 300, but if he adds another , he won't be able to hold on."

"I bet two hundred, this guy won't be able to hold on if he adds another 200!"

...

A group of members of the Terrorist Squad surrounded David, not only making a fuss, but even starting a gambling game.

No one cared whether he could survive or not, they just treated him as a joke.

"Nude..."

David couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Looking at the group of guys around him who were just looking for trouble, he wanted to pick up a machine gun and shoot all these bastards.

MD, what a retardation.

If he really gets crushed to death, who the hell will be responsible?

Still laughing!

Do you believe me or not, I will drop the barbell right now and give you two a hard kick in the ass? !

But this is just a thought.

There are more than fifty terrorist squads in this training ground, and it is also their headquarters.

I guess if I did that, I would be beaten up in the next second.

There are so many terrorist teams, but they are not NCPD, so I definitely can’t defeat them.

"I'll endure it for now, I'll beat you up when I have the chance later!"

David secretly complained in his heart.

But the laughter of these guys became more and more shrill, even crazy and a little mentally retarded. But when I thought that this was a terrorist squad, I immediately understood.

Where are the most mentally ill people in Night City?

I'm afraid that there are more people here than all the hospitals and clinics combined. The Terrorist Mobile Team has been the champion for many years.

So, why bother with a bunch of psychopaths?

Having said that, I feel a little depressed when I think about when I first came here...

He originally thought that coming to the Terrorist Mobile Team was just as simple as signing a document, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the door, he was dragged here by the woman for testing.

And now the weight of the barbell in my hand has reached 1.5t...

Oh no, I just added another two hundred, and now it is 1.7t, almost reaching the weight of those heavy cars.

The cyborg doctor outside the venue also discovered the abnormality and immediately reported it to Melissa.

“David Martinez’s physical numbers are out of whack.”

Pointing to the data on the monitor, a professional prosthetics doctor said to Melissa: "David Martinez's current bench press weight has reached 1.8 tons, but his weight is only about 80kg. This data is very abnormal."

"1.8t? Are you serious?" Melissa raised her eyebrows slightly, then frowned again, "This kid..."

This kind of data can no longer be called an exception, it should be called a BUG.

After initial data measurement, David Martinez is only 172 cm tall and weighs only 80 kg, and most of his body is still original.

But now he is pushing a 1.8t barbell with those skinny arms?

This weight already exceeds that of some members of the terrorist mobile team, and at least as a combatant he is considered excellent.

But all this is unbelievable, it's simply a fantasy.

But when I thought about being able to punch myself out and break the wall, everything started to make sense.

At the same time, David passed all the following tests perfectly, including but not limited to pull-ups, push-ups, long and short distance running, and other items that test explosive power and endurance, and even hammer throwing?

Seriously, you guys aren't really selecting track and field athletes?

However, something went wrong with the hammer throwing event.

Because the first throw was not accurate, the ball went straight through the wall and even flew past the ear of the terrorist squad member who was laughing the most happily just now.

The man was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and even his smile gradually froze.

Well, it was definitely an accident, not intentional.

The group of onlookers went from sneering with disdain in the beginning, to being dumbfounded, and finally to admiration.

Just like Pandora's box, you never know whether it will be a surprise or a shock that opens in the next second.

After all, this is a terrorist mobile team, a country within a country, and the rules outside do not apply here at all.

Here, only the one with the big fist is king, and only when your fist is hard enough will others respect you.

It is obvious that David has now won the respect of most people.

Next came the last test - shooting.

This is a necessary ability for all members of the terrorist mobile team.

However, when David got the small pistol in his hand, he felt the weight of the thing and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Officer Melissa, can you please not test this? I'm a mercenary, how can I not know how to use a gun?"

In other words, this is an insult!

And he gave it to such a small thing, who are you looking down on?

"Haha, no, this is the process that everyone has to go through." Melissa smiled when she heard that, and then looked at David again: "But, you look like you are not satisfied with something, right? Tell me."

"Of course I'm not satisfied. What's the point of giving you such a small thing?"

As he spoke, disdain was written all over his face.

"If you want to try it, you have to use a larger caliber."

Caliber is justice, success in shooting is truth. Don’t you understand that all beings are equal under caliber?

——Crack!

He exerted a little force with his palm and crushed the Lexington, a military-grade sword, into pieces.

"Look, this thing is not strong at all."

"Hehe..." Seeing his actions, Melissa couldn't help but laugh again.

"Of course there is no problem with changing the caliber, but the damaged equipment will be deducted from your future salary."

After saying that, Melissa walked towards the armory with a seductive step.

He stared blankly at the woman's slender back and threw the parts in his hand to the ground. He couldn't help but curse: "Fuck, why didn't you say so earlier..."

If he knew this, he wouldn't pretend to be so arrogant!

I haven't even started working yet, but I've already had some of my pay deducted. This is really bullshit!

However, just as he was stunned, Melissa's figure appeared in front of the armory door again, and suddenly two guns were thrown into his arms.

This sudden blow made him subconsciously take two steps back to relieve the force.

But looking at the heavy machine gun and revolver in his arms made him a little confused.

"???"

what does this mean?

Was the test conducted with a heavy machine gun?

And this heavy machine gun...

Looking at the gun in his arms brought back some bad memories. Gloria died from this gun.

But Melissa ignored his abnormality, or didn't notice it at all. She picked up the heavy machine gun from his arms and introduced it, "This is the MK.31 heavy machine gun produced by Military Technology. It has a powerful firepower configuration and just meets your caliber requirements."

After the introduction, he threw the heavy machine gun back and picked up the revolver.

"This is the RT-46 Storm produced by Hi-Tech Military Industry. Like the DB-2 you used before, it uses electromagnetic force to shoot. It has unparalleled penetrating power and can shoot through walls. However, it also has strong recoil and requires advanced skeletal muscle prosthesis to withstand it."

"If you can operate these two firearms skillfully, they will follow you in the future."

"Are you serious?" David's eyes gradually became subtle, and his voice became a little low.

"Of course, let's get started."

Having said that, Melissa stepped aside and handed the scene over to him.

David took a deep breath and exhaled, then put his pistol aside, picked up the heavy machine gun and started firing.

"Da da da da da-"

Flames spewed out of the muzzle and dense bullets flew out from the flames.

"Ten Rings"

"Ten Rings"

"Ten Rings"

"Nine Rings..."

From the ten-meter pistol target, to the medium-range rifle target, to the long-range machine gun target, without exception, all were hit accurately without missing the target.

The same goes for the next pistol, which he was not only able to operate skillfully, but also perform fancy shooting techniques.

It's like the gun fighting in the movies.

No matter how you shoot, you can accurately hit the center of the bull's eye and finally smash the target into pieces.

This made the members of the Terrorist Squad who were watching from behind completely drop their jaws, as if a slap in the face in reality had hit them... uh... on the chin?

What kind of monster is this? He is all-powerful in physical strength and now even in shooting.