I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 391

"Hey, inflatable man, what's going on with you here?" Martin walked into Isla Barros's office, sat down on the special seat, and moved his butt in satisfaction. It's a big guy, and even Martin is not so conspicuous.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. Although using technological means, adding implants, and replacing prosthetic bodies can theoretically create a super strong man like Martin, in practice, few people break through that limit.

In the Triple Extreme Gym, there are several strong men with a height of about [-] meters, but the only one who is more than [-] meters tall like Martin is the current boss of the Violent Bear Gang.

"Don't call me an inflatable man. Although you are messing with Tang Ji, you are not Tang Ji. Don't think you are so great." Isla Baros looked a little gloomy, and rashly participated in the grievances between Tang Ji and the superhuman , seems to have driven him into a desperate situation.

His supporters seemed to be on the opponent's side. There must be a key point that Barros was unaware of, but he couldn't figure out how his enemies isolated him in one night.

"Why don't we practice?" Martin asked maliciously: "Since I awakened, I haven't really touched anyone. I think you are not small. Why don't you choose a date?"

"You want to fight, of course you can." Isla Barros looked Martin's metallic skin up and down, and took out a box of specially made large cigars from the drawer, which was as thick as a baby's arm, and threw it to After Martin took one, he continued: "But not now, your boss asked us to do our job well, but now I'm in trouble."

"Fuck, do you still want me to help you solve the trouble?" Martin heard the word "whoring for nothing" from the other party's words. As a mercenary, he was seriously allergic to these two words, so he interrupted directly: "Find me It's easy to negotiate, the price is 300 million a day, and I don't do the job of a killer."

"300 million! Are you crazy!" Isla Barros punched the table hard, leaving a fist mark on the table on the spot: "I'm working for you!"

"For us?" Martin's simple and honest face was full of sarcasm: "I don't think you are very smart, think about it again, who are you working for?"

"FBAS bureau? Federal government?" Isla Barros had a not-so-intelligent expression on his face. He was deceived by Martin Sanye's appearance.

"Think about our attitude towards people like you." Martin didn't bother to play charades with him, picked up the airbrush on the table and lit a large cigar: "Do you remember when we first cleaned up the garbage in Night City half a year ago? That's our biggest pastime at the end of every mission."

Of course Isla Barros remembered that Tangy was crazy at the time, popping up suddenly every once in a while, killing people according to his list that came from nowhere, all of them were big names on the street.

In the end, the death gang disintegrated, the Valentino gang confessed, the Tiger Claw gang changed their leader, and even the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau and prisons were completely changed.

"The head has more interesting enemies to deal with now, and your position has been elevated by you. It is a bit cheap to trouble you on the street again, but if you give him a chance to get mad, he will definitely be very happy to return to the street and be a law enforcement officer. " Martin looked at Burrows and explained the twists and turns clearly: "So you are not working for us, you are working for yourself, inflatable man. Die, it's that simple."

"I supported Tang Ji at the time!" Isla Barros widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that there were such unreasonable things in this world, and he hesitated to express his reasons.

But Martin didn't care at all, he just said to Burrows in a gloomy manner: "Guess, if someone didn't support him at that time, would he have been able to get out of that safe house alive?"

"Or do you think that we are the kind of official personnel who handle cases with certificates and need to take into account the social impact?" Martin left the stunned Burrows, and turned to the door: "We have killed more people in the past four months than your entire gang. Over the past ten years, what are you thinking about?"

Martin, who finally found a chance to use his head to pretend, felt so refreshed that he didn't hear the warning sent by the saint on the communication channel.

"There are armed men." After the saint finished speaking, a dozen muscular men with heavy firepower poured into the gate of the Triple Limit Gym.

Intensive firepower instantly covered the equipment area with the largest number of people, and no matter how strong the muscles were, they could not withstand the 6.8MM caliber countersunk bullet.

The members of the Violent Bear Gang loyal to Isla Barros immediately arrived in a large area, and the few prosthetics with armor fillers implanted under the skin could hardly resist the opponent's firepower.

The attackers were very familiar with the terrain here, and their purpose was very clear. That was the office of Isla Barros, and Martin, standing in front of the office gate, became their last obstacle.

Without hesitation, these people shot at Martin directly. The firepower of more than a dozen guns instantly overwhelmed Martin. He could only raise one arm to block in front of him.

The sound of metal collisions can be heard endlessly. Although the ability of [Eater Survival] is not like that of Tang Ji and Surte, it can surprise anyone who sees it for the first time, but at the Lost Mountain Base, the person in charge of the research There are far more researchers in Martin's project than in Sirte's project.

Because everything that happened to Martin can be 'understood' by humans at the current level of technology, researchers can see all the changes in detail through the changes in his blood, muscles, and bones, and artificially intervene in this process, so Martin The progress is also far faster than others.

He is like an expensive stallion that has been carefully bred. What to supplement and how to supplement are all accurate to the milligram.

Martin's skin has a metallic luster, because it really contains a part of metal, not just the skin, but the dermis, muscles, bones, and even nerve tissues have infiltrated various components.

For this reason, Martin not only ate a lot of metal powder, but also chewed rubber, plastic, and the water he drank was mixed with ceramic powder.

This inhuman diet not only allowed Martin's body to grow in size, but his physical strength and reaction speed also increased steadily.

When the bullet hit his skin, it was like hitting composite armor. The skin assumed the initial defense responsibility. It was strong and tough, completely maintaining the tissue integrity under the impact of the bullet.

Then there is the muscle. In this contest between muscle and metal, Martin's muscle plays the role of support and cushioning. When the toughness of the muscle is compressed to the extreme, it instantly tenses up and becomes as strong as metal, directly bouncing the bullet away. .

The final effect was that those muscular thugs with guns each finished a magazine, and Martin still stood in place, with his two long legs one behind the other withstood the impact of the bullets.

The few bullets that were not bounced off and were severely deformed and directly stuck in the muscles fell to the ground with Martin's movements, and there was a crash.

The entire gym fell silent as the gunmen lost their firepower. Although the gunmen were shocked by Martin's defense, they did not give up their plan to attack. They were just waiting for backup after confirming that the firepower in their hands could not solve the target.

In this era of superhumans walking everywhere, those who come out to do great things must have a strong enough heart, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble due to various accidents.

For example, the current group of gunmen, in order to ensure that they can kill the bodyguards of Isla Barros with subcutaneous implants, they deliberately chose firearms and bullets with better penetration effects, but they met Martin.

Fortunately, they are only assaulters, the real firepower is behind, a whole team of Violent Bear Gang elites equipped with exoskeletons and heavy firepower.

That's right, this is a civil war, and the onlookers only need to look at the size of the people on both sides to confirm that it is a civil war, because the troops on both sides are too fucking strong!
The war also came to a head as yet another heavy truck crashed into the gym's gate in a self-destructive manner.

The truck compartment opened to both sides, and six strong men equipped with mammoth exoskeleton armor jumped out from the two sides in groups of three and three. The heavily armored soldiers weighing nearly one ton became the most dazzling existence as soon as they appeared on the stage.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Martin, who owns a set of this kind of exoskeleton, was scared on the spot. He turned his head and slipped into the office of Isla Barros. 15mm caliber cannon.

And that thing is not only dual-mounted, but also has a rate of fire of 1000 or [-] rounds per minute. The impact of the bullets alone can press Martin against the wall and rub it to death.

"Saint! Are you dead?" Martin looked at the equipment bag he had thrown in the equipment area, his face flushed.

He had to admit that he was careless.

During these days in Lost Mountain, Martin had the illusion that he was already the third child in the world. He was not afraid of anyone except Tou and Surte.

And in time, it might not be possible to advance one more. No matter how fast Surte runs, if he can't penetrate his defense, just treat him like a fly.

Of course, this kind of thinking can only be hidden in the heart, because once it is serious, even the saints can make him drink a pot, and those crazy people in the laboratory helped him normalize the nanowires.

Although the cost of nanowires is extremely high and cannot be produced industrially, they can only be synthesized in a laboratory, but the Lost Mountain base is undoubtedly a super-large laboratory, and they have enough output for the saints to squander.

"You're still alive, I just counted how many shots you've been shot, won't you just hide?" Saint's voice appeared in the headset and the gym at the same time.

Martin looked out again, and saw the saint get up from the roof of the truck in a leisurely manner, shake his hands vigorously, and then spread them to the sides, the whole person looks like a large cross.

Hearing the voice of the saint, a strong man wearing heavy exoskeleton armor turned his head vigorously, trying to see the direction of the source of the sound.

This is a bit difficult for the wearer of the mammoth. In fact, the best choice is to imagine yourself as a tank with a limited turret steering angle. When turning, the lower body should be used as the axis to turn as a whole.

Therefore, the saints have plenty of time to use their favorite Bible verses as epitaphs for these people: "The ax is laid on the root of the tree, and every tree that does not bear good fruit will be felled and thrown into the fire."

The words were closed, and the saint fell straight backwards, falling from the back of the truck.

One end of the invisible nanowire was connected to the dagger nailed not far in front, and the other end was connected to the special hook on the saint's wristband. As he fell backwards, the nanowire was suddenly straightened.

The six elites equipped with rare heavy equipment in the street battles of Night City were cut into twelve parts in an instant. Whether it was metal or flesh, they were all cut off by nanowires at that moment.

In terms of cost, it is difficult to distinguish whether the two nanowires with a length of more than four meters and one-time use are expensive, or the six mammoth heavy-duty exoskeletons are more valuable.

The only thing that is certain is that the saints just fought a simple battle, which caused a total of more than 2000 million federal coins in battle damage.

The saying that money is fought in war is vividly reflected here.

"Thanks for your patronage, the two of us, 500 million each, don't bargain, or we will leave now." Martin put one hand on the door frame, turned to look at Isla Barros, showing his dazzling white teeth: "I said It's every day!"

"In the name of the FBAS Bureau?" Isla Barros swallowed, "It's best to have a written contract, the one that can issue an invoice"

"Rogge, do we have to register too?" Free mercenaries gathered in Night City, Afterlife Bar, discussing the new version of the "Superhuman Registration Act".

The one who spoke was naturally a superhuman, and his status in this industry can be roughly explained in one sentence - the cocktail named after him has been written in the bartender's mix book, and now it's just waiting for him to burp someday.

"Yes, it's not discussed. As long as you want to accept tasks from me in the future, you must be registered." Rogge sat in the booth and replied without looking up: "Otherwise, next time Tang Ji comes here, you can drink It’s time for Rogue’s wine.”

"Damn, we helped him last time!" The free mercenaries of Night City have always been civilized by fighting against the system, and they are wary of any policy with coercive measures. They firmly believe that today is a superhuman, and tomorrow is everyone. This simple truth.

"Rogge, I have a reward for this bill, can I hang it?" A mercenary wearing a camouflage mask sat on a chair and asked directly: "If you don't agree, I will go to the black street to hang it up." .”

"Whatever, I don't have any missions that I can't hang up here." Rogge didn't even look at the other party, but raised his wine glass and showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

She didn't expect that someone would dare to openly confront Tang Ji, but Tang Ji's previous domineering did make Rogge a little dissatisfied. The edge-of-the-line confrontation of hanging tasks is very suitable for expressing her attitude.

"In that case, Rogge, I want to hang up the mission." The mercenary stood up and signaled to Rogge: "I'm afraid I need to use your safe house this time."

(End of this chapter)