In Night City, I was picked up by a female V

"The enemy is the enemy!"

Mitsuhide jumped high into the air, like an agile cheetah in the dark, and landed lightly, his tiger-like eyes staring at the enemy opposite with a sharp light.

At this time, the ambushed Rantosaga members hurriedly hid themselves in various places. When they looked up, they saw Akechi Mitsuhide rushing towards them like a ghost, holding two sharp swords that reflected the light.

A massacre is about to happen.

"Fuck, what does that guy want to do?"

Panam, who had only planned to take advantage of the chaos to grab the keys from Mitsuhide and escape from the car, widened his eyes when he saw Mitsuhide rushing straight towards the enemy group, not understanding what this guy was trying to do.

Chapter 125: Killing is not the right path!!!

As the saying goes, killing is not the right path.

But the reality is a little more complicated.

After all, before death, a being will tear out all the blood and strength in its entire body through howling, and the scene is a little bit unsightly.

This is what happened at Stone Ridge Mountain at night, Akechi Mitsuhide was fighting, or rather, he was carrying out a one-on-one massacre against a group of people.

Swords were flying among the enemy, and every swing reflected a blinding white light. The roaring gunfire and flames all around were futile, unable to stop the figure who was killing people in the random swordsmanship. They only added to the celebratory firecrackers and provided Mitsuhide with coordinates for killing.

Amid the rising and falling gunfire, the light show that passed through the darkness appeared and disappeared, until all the terrified swordsmen were wiped out.

"Fuck, where did this guy come from!?"

"Get in the car, run!"

The chaotic swordsmen would be frightened by Mitsuhide, who rushed into their midst and killed them all as if he were chopping melons and vegetables.

This is especially true when all of your bullets hit the opponent like a drop in the ocean, failing to cause any hindrance to the opponent's car construction.

At this moment, the primitive desire to survive took over their hearts.

They only have one word in mind now: escape.

But Akechi Mitsuhide looked at those terrified faces and said.

Humph, want to escape?

He pushed hard with his feet and rushed forward again.

As he jumped up, he kicked a telephone pole, then cut in at an angle between the two men. He swung his arms left and right, and the sharp blade of his sword cut the two men with their backs to him into several pieces without any hindrance, just like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The sticky blood was illuminated by the street lights, splattering on the ground with a scarlet glow, causing the thin layer of dust on the road to absorb the long-lost moisture and curl up into a ball.

It was not until this moment, under the light of the street lamps, that the members of the Luandao Society could see clearly what the man who rushed into their midst and started killing people looked like.

The man was wearing a cold scarlet armor that made his body look very burly, and his dense black hair was tied into a high ponytail. Coupled with the other party's cold eyes and the blade that was still dripping with blood, everything made the remaining swordsmen shudder.

It was this guy who took care of almost half of them in less than a minute.

"run!"

Someone shouted out a terrified voice, and once it was uttered, all the members of the Luandao Society seemed to have found their backbone. Without hesitation, they turned around and ran towards their vehicles.

These bandits wandering in the wilderness were cruel by nature, and countless travelers had died tragically at their hands. But in front of Mitsuhide, who was acting as if he was in an empty place, they were no better than the innocent people who died at their hands, and they fled in terror.

"I wonder who dares to run away!"

An angry female voice sounded, followed by a string of bullets hitting the road in front of the group of people who turned around and tried to flee, raising a cloud of dust.

It was the Mohawk female leader of the Luan Dao Gang. She was holding an automatic rifle, blocking the crowd, with the black muzzle pointing at her men.

"Are you blind? Don't you see there's only one person on the other side? Hurry up and get back to fighting, or I'll kill you all first!"

As the saying goes, there are top talents in every profession. To be the leader of a group of dozens of bad guys in a knife gang, one must at least be ruthless and kill without blinking an eye.

Therefore, when they saw their ruthless leader blocking them, the fleeing bandits thought urgently and decided that the leader's prestige could barely overwhelm their fear. They turned around and faced Mitsuhide who was walking slowly towards them.

Mitsuhide nodded upon seeing this.

Well, he's a smart guy.

If these idiots really turned around and ran, Mitsuhide Akechi's machine would be fast enough to kill them all before they could get on the car.

Only by turning around and facing yourself in this way can you live a few more minutes.

That's right, just a few more minutes of life.

This was because the powerful Mitsuhide machine was invincible in front of these wasteland bandits.

Their chances of defeating Mitsuhide are approaching zero.

Unless Bai Rui was choked by the little Coca-Cola and passed out, their fate would have been determined the moment they met Mitsuhide.

In this era where combat power is roughly equal to krypton gold, it is completely possible to fight one against a hundred.

What's more, there were only a dozen or so members of the Rantoshinkai in front of him who made a living by robbing caravans. Mitsuhide's spare parts could buy their lives ten times over.

"Fire!"

"kill him!"

The Randao Society used the vehicle as cover and pulled the trigger at Mitsuhide who was walking towards them. Bullets rained down like heavy rain in the direction of Mitsuhide, but at the same time, Mitsuhide also moved.

In the old legends, a sword can cut off lightning, hence the famous sword "Raikiri". But according to Bai Rui, he was just a lucky man who was struck by lightning and survived. But now, although his Mitsuhide cannot cut off lightning, he can accomplish another task.

That is, cut off the bullet.

Mitsuhide stomped his feet on the ground and swung the blade with his hand, causing his armor to rattle.

At this moment, his arms danced into shadows, and the blade turned into a cage with flashing white blades.

The incoming bullets hit the blade violently, but failed to cause even the slightest break in the blade. Instead, the bullets broke into pieces in the collision of sparks, splashing onto the ground, still emitting smoke.

"Fuck, is this guy still a human being!?"

"Wozhi, Wozhi!"

When the members of the Random Sword Society saw Mitsuhide chopping the bullet with his sword, their eyes almost popped out.

However, their surprise ended there, because Mitsuhide moved.

With a few fierce sweeps, Mitsuhide cleared the rain of bullets in front of him, then crouched and charged again.

Along the way, all the bullets were deflected by him brandishing his sword, with "Jue" in one hand and "Scalpel" in the other, both of which were top-notch creations among modern swords, especially "Jue". After replacing the original 19th century blade, the new one with an unknown alloy was almost indestructible. It can only be said that big companies have good things.

All the bullets were chopped off by Mitsuhide's sharp sword. Ping-pong, bang-pong, each chopped sword brought about a burst of explosion, but in the ears of the Random Sword Society, this was tantamount to a death knell for them.

Even the stray bullets that they hoped would penetrate the sword net were deflected when they hit Mitsuhide's armor, without even a scratch on the places where they were hit.

The Rantokai tried to escape again, but this time, they didn't even have the chance to turn around because Mitsuhide had already rushed in front of them.

The waving of swords and knives brought about a bloody storm, and the screams soon stopped abruptly because some people even had their heads split in two.

The remaining chaotic swordsmen were wiped out in less than ten seconds. Only broken arms were left on the ground, and the vehicles nearby were all splashed with blood.

"grass....."

Panam, who was on the top of the tower, looked at everything happening on the road below and murmured in disbelief.

Mitsuhide's strength far exceeded her expectations.

Can humans reach this level? With only two swords, they killed an entire team of the Luandao Society.

Of course, Mitsu-soo was unaware of Panam's surprise.

Otherwise he would have said, swords are not such inconvenient things.

The purity is still too low.

"Hey, Mitsuhide, hurry up, the remaining guy wants to run!"

While being surprised, Panam did not forget to observe the situation on the ground, and she clearly saw that the Mohawk leader who forced his men to face Mitsuhide was now planning to get into a car to escape, and the car he was going to get was none other than her Ranger version of "Thunderbolt".

Seeing that the guy was about to get into his car and escape, Panam was anxious and immediately called to remind him of the exit.

"Don't worry, she can't run away."

Mitsuhide realized that he had overthought before.

There are 360 ​​professions and no top scholar. That Mohawk leader is just trying to trick her men into dying so that she can run away.

Well, as expected of a gangster, his rice noodles are really cheap.

Looking at the other party's embarrassed escape posture towards the vehicle, Mitsuhide thought for a moment that he saw a useless knife escaping, and nodded in approval.

However, seeing that the other party was about to open the car door, Mitsuhide felt that he had to act quickly. If the driver's seat was dirty, that poor guy Panam would have to spend money to clean it.

That place, just escape to that place.

The Mohawk leader looked at the vehicle approaching him, his eyes widened subconsciously, and the tattoo prosthesis on his face was distorted.

Seeing that inhuman guy killing all of her men like chopping melons and vegetables, she knew that she would never be able to defeat such a person, so she turned around and ran away without hesitation.

As for those subordinates, they died anyway. They did not lose out by dying for her as the captain.

Now, as long as she escapes to that place and gets into the car, she can drive away in three seconds. After all, the performance of this car is very superior. Once started, she is confident that she can escape far away.

It doesn’t matter, as long as I can survive, everything is still possible.

The guy with the Mohawk hair was still daydreaming, thinking that he could survive.

But suddenly, she couldn't walk anymore.

She first felt her body getting stuck and her legs becoming weak, and she almost fell to the ground from exhaustion. Then she felt numbness in her abdomen, which was short-lived because it was followed by a rapid onset of pain.

The pain came so suddenly that the girl with the Mohawk felt that all her strength was drained away at once, and even now every breath made her tremble in pain.

She looked down and saw a smooth blade suddenly protruding from her abdomen. The precious blood in her body was flowing, sliding along the blade and dripping onto the ground. She could even see the hot steam coming out of her blood.

Mohawk opened his mouth, but didn't have time to give a summary of his life as a wasteland bandit, or anything else.

But that was no longer possible, because in the next second, with a choking sound, Mitsuhide behind him chopped down with the "scalpel" held in his other hand, and a huge head rolled to the ground.

"Isn't this Panam? I haven't seen you for a while. Look, what I got for you."

Mitsuhide leaned against the tall door of the SUV and patted the hard metal body.

Panam, who was walking over, looked at the mess on the ground and looked at Mitsuhide in front of him with complicated eyes.

Chapter 126 Panam is very smart!!!

"Well, maybe I messed up your baby a little."

Mitsuhide stroked his chin and looked at Panam's beloved car for a while, and saw some blood stains on the door. He reached out his hand and wiped it off in an attempt to cover it up, but he not only failed to wipe it clean, but also expanded the scope of the blood stain.

"sorry~"

Mitsuhide spread his hands and looked at Panam with a little apology.

Panam frowned and could not say a word as he watched Mitsuhide's performance.

Finally, it was the night wind that blew, bringing the smell of blood on the ground into Panam's nostrils, which suddenly woke her up.

I am still in a slaughter house.

That's right, the slaughterhouse.

The battle just now could not be called a battle at all. She saw everything clearly from the top of the water tower.

This was a one-sided massacre. After teasing his prey, this guy slaughtered them all.

This attitude of indifference to life and the opponent's superb strength made Panam sound the alarm.

With such strength, he is no ordinary mercenary at all.

Thinking about the other party asking for a favor, Panam's scalp was tingling. Looking at Mitsuhide's calm face, his heart was shocked, and he felt like he was stupid enough to step into another trap.

Someone with such ability needs my help?

Panam couldn't think of anything that could convince himself.

“…get in the car.”

After hesitating for a while, Panam finally opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Mitsuhide had no idea about Panam's psychological activities, and Bai Rui didn't know that Mitsuhide's performance was so outstanding that it scared Panam.

In fact, Bai Rui is still too young and his thoughts are too simple.

She also always thought of Panam as the powerful Adecardo leader who led the Adecardo Wanderer Tribe in the game, followed V into the Arasaka Tower, and fought his way out again.