death of hope

Chapter 62 "Flying Windfall" (62) Conflict

Raindrops hit the plastic sheeting,

Crackling.

From the garbage can at the corner of the dark alley came howling, from an old beggar suffering from rheumatism.

The wall skin is wet, mushrooms grow in the cracks of the bricks,
Everything seems to be moldy and deteriorating. No matter how long I live, I can't get used to this ghostly weather.

Yorktown is always like this,

It was cloudy and rainy.

Citizens go out with umbrellas or raincoats, while gangsters don't,
Hold your chest high and let the raindrops fall on your forehead,
They think that marching in the rain can better highlight their individuality and courage.

Cyber ​​samurai "Cold Steel" wears a wide Buddhist cassock to cover his high-tech armor, looking like a shogunate monk depicted in history books.

The little boy with the transparent plastic umbrella was stunned and thought he was filming a TV series. The young mother had already seen that something was wrong, dragged the child away, and carried him away from the wrong place.

Following the resolute footsteps of "Cold Steel", a group of street warriors from the Geekushin Group walked on the street,

Uniformly wearing a white cardigan,
The left placket is pressed against the right placket, a black cloth belt wraps around the waist, and the tape binds the wide sleeves,
The left chest is embroidered with the words "Gyukshin Dojo", the name or nickname is embroidered on the hem, and various tattoos are painted on the open chest.

Obviously different from the ruffian style of other gangs, the Geekshin group has uniform uniforms and strict discipline, like an ancient army.

Their style is retro. In addition to firearms, each of them has a samurai sword made of modern smelting technology hanging from their waists, and a cloth strip tied on their head with the words "Wu Yun Chang Long" embroidered on it.

Coming towards them is the most notorious gang in the city, the "Hessian Family".
Compared with the Geekshin group, their outfits are ordinary and casual, they look like ordinary street gangsters,
If you underestimated them because of their appearance, you would be very wrong. This is a group of brutal and bloodthirsty killers. Because of the support of big companies, the level of sophisticated weapons and equipment is by no means comparable to that of ordinary gangs.

The leader was a huge boorish man, wearing a fashionable PU leather jacket that had just been ordered,

The pink bow tie is sprayed with perfume, the pointed leather shoes are on, the black sunglasses are on, and the breath is as steady and heavy as a beast.

At the corner of the street, two teams collided head-on, hundreds of people stood quietly in the rain and faced each other, murderous aura began to diffuse towards the surroundings.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the beggars who were sheltering from the rain fled one after another.

The big man in sunglasses confidently stuffs his pockets, with a cigar in his mouth, with a virtuous demeanor,

He approached the leader of the opponent, looked down condescendingly, sprayed smoke on his face, and then sniffed gently with his bison-like nostrils:

"It stinks of motor oil, little brother, you are a cyber-engineer, right?"

The other party was several heads shorter than him, but he didn't show timidity at all:
"Stay away from me, or I will cut off your pig's nose with a knife, you genetically modified monster."

"Don't be angry, why do freaks make things difficult for freaks, we should respect each other."

Leng Gang lifted his cassock and raised his head. A pair of electronic eyes constantly adjusted the focus to examine the face of the giant man, trying to read the information from the eyes behind the sunglasses:
"We are here this time to trade chips."

"Hey! It's a coincidence, isn't it, and I am the same."

"I'm too lazy to joke with you, big man, did you kidnap the seller? Make a price, and you will be satisfied."

"People from island countries, don't you all have this kind of virtue, cold, like a dead dog?"

"Be careful what you say, big man." Leng Gang's mechanical hand rested on the handle of the katana, and his fingers opened and closed.

"Hmph, just rely on this little fruit knife to scare someone."

"I'll cut you into slices of ham and put them in rice and seaweed for sushi."

Somehow, the gun went off.

The leaders are still fighting each other, and the subordinates can't hold back their actions. The street warriors of the Jizhen group and the members of the Hessian family gang have deep grievances.

Soon, the whole street turned into purgatory, with bullets flying, swords dancing and blood flowing.

Cold Steel threw away his cassock and kicked off the attack with a series of kicks.
The force kicked out by the mechanical legs was enough to smash the rocks, but was easily blocked by the giant's arms as thick as tree trunks.

"Are you trying to tickle Grandpa, Mr. Samurai?"

The huge palm wanted to grab Leng Gang's metal ankle, but was dodged by continuous rolling.

Cold Steel held the ninja dart in both hands and threw it continuously. The giant man reacted very quickly and picked up the heavy trash can lid to block it;
"Ninja Dart? Are you going to use these children's things to fool my uncle?"

Cold Steel ignored the other party's provocation at all, and drew out a large-caliber revolver. The mechanical limbs cooperated with the electronic eyes to automatically aim and lock, and shot the giant man in the forehead.

I thought I had killed him, but the other party laughed out loud in a rough voice:
"Hahaha! This is almost the same, I feel the pain!"

"How did this happen... You have a bulletproof steel plate implanted in your forehead?"

The giant man threw away his sunglasses, spat out his cigar, knocked on his forehead and said, "Your bullet is so strong that it was almost pierced by you, and my brains almost flew out."

This person has a strong body and regards life as a trifling matter. He is definitely not an idle person.

Cold Steel wanted to know who he was, so he scanned his face with electronic eyes and compared it in the database, but there was no matching entry at all.

"You are a black household, and I can't find any data about you, as if you were never born."

"It's not just a black household. I have spent half my life in the laboratory, and I can finally come out to breathe. You have to play with me."

"I just want the chip, as long as you take a step back, we'll be fine."

"Hmph, I don't care about chips, those entrepreneurs are always good at calculating, greedy, eager to pick up every penny in the gutter, it's really difficult to serve.

I am a different person, I am very easy to be satisfied, as long as I have fun playing. "

"Don't force me to draw the knife."

"Boom!" A rocket blasted a hole in the museum, exposing the medieval weapons and armor stored inside.

The giant man picked up a two-handed giant sword and swung it easily with one hand:
"Go ahead, little dwarf, I will stab you a few times first!"

Looking at the opponent's slow and clumsy sword swing, Leng Gang had an arrogant look on his face:

"バカ" (eight ga!)
The mechanically transformed body was as light as a feather, easily avoided slashing and stabbing, and threw a dart at the right time, hitting the giant man's finger, causing him to scream in pain.

Cold Steel snatched the knight's two-handed sword, and stabbed the sword into the giant man's thigh until it reached the hilt of the sword, and then did a backflip to avoid the opponent's grasp.

"Miyamoto Musashi said that if you don't know how to use a sword, then your sword is for others."

The pain completely irritated the giant man, he pulled out his giant sword, ignored the spattered blood, and used his big fist like a basketball to turn around, whistling with wind.

"It's really amazing. I feel like I'm okay after being stabbed in the thigh. I have to show my real skills."

Leng Gang dodged his fists continuously, and suddenly cast a knife cut,
The sharp blade of "Ma Yiwen Authentic" cut through the tough flesh of the giant man, but was blocked by the embedded armor plate and strengthened bones.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, the masonry collapsed, and another building was destroyed by rockets. Cyber ​​warriors and genetically modified human fighters fought with their lives in the pattering rain.

(End of this chapter)