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Chapter 157. Nanotechnology, boy

Without too much nonsense, looking at everyone present, Armstrong knew better than anyone how to establish his authority most quickly - just like how he formed the Desperate Gang!
Without any fancy techniques, Armstrong gave people the feeling of a skilled athlete. From preparation to start, his movements were smooth and swift. The burst of power overturned the stone slab under his feet, and in an instant he came in front of the international trauma team combat expert. He did not use guns or knives, but directly raised his strong arms.

There was a loud bang, and a black light appeared on the thick outer side. The instantly hardened skin was like a heavy blunt knife under the blessing of the huge force, splitting the whole thing diagonally with flying broken parts!

Turning back and punching, facing the fierce siege of the combat experts, Armstrong only attacked without defending, punching the head directly into the chest, and then picked up the man's legs and smashed towards the man beside him like a one-legged bronze man. Under the huge impact, the bodies of the two people exploded almost at the same time.

"That's right! That's it! Everything has just begun!"

Throwing away the broken limbs in his hands, the unharmed Armstrong looked at the people in front of him with a grim smile. After seeing the brutal scene just now, the combat experts rationally distanced themselves from him - not because they were weak, but because Armstrong was too strong. With powerful prosthetic technology, during Armstrong's fierce attack, the electric mantis knives in their hands hit Armstrong's body more than once.

But what was the result? The muscles that seemed ordinary, but were larger and tougher than those of ordinary people, would turn black the moment the mantis knife touched them. While being incredibly hard, prolonged contact would even cause a serious loss of prosthetic energy.

After thousands of attacks, what did he get in the end? The tragic deaths of several people and a few scratches on his shirt.

Shaking his head and looking around, Armstrong felt the fear in the eyes of everyone at Trauma International and nodded:
"Very well, are you scared? Have you given up the fight? No, because the war has to go on."

As he spoke, Armstrong looked at the back, where the security director and publicity director were in the command vehicle. A smile appeared on his face as he looked at the heavily guarded large medium-sized tank in the center, which was guarded by all the troops. As a former U.S. senator, how could Armstrong not know what kind of people were in it?

Without further ado, Armstrong, with a blooming smile, prepared to go straight to Huanglong. The moment he saw Armstrong's action, the security director was keenly aware of Armstrong's idea. Immediately, without thinking about how to maximize the benefits, he roared:
"Full fire! Kill him right here!"

After getting the permission to fire, the soldiers did not hesitate at all - they had been ready to fire long ago. After seeing Armstrong's destructive power, this fear made them instinctively want to resolve the battle in the fastest and most instinctive way.

Almost at the same time, dozens or even hundreds of intelligent rifles spewed out fierce flames. In the air, the automatic defense machine guns that had been locked for a long time dropped bullets like a rainstorm. Then, in the sky, accompanied by warning sounds that resounded throughout the entire area, the members near the combat area almost stopped shooting at the same time after receiving the order, and either turned around and ran, or looked for cover on the spot, or turned around and jumped into the armored vehicles to evade.

Immediately afterwards, a small missile streaked across the sky with a blazing tail flame. The moment it hit, the rising flames and the spread of the shock wave immediately formed a small mushroom cloud in the slums of Santo Domingo.

Seeing this scene, Huopao, who had already reached the roof, blurted out a swear word and subconsciously smashed the single-barrel telescope in his hand. Then he pursed his lips, turned around and prepared to leave.

"What are you still looking at? Waiting for him to come out again?"

Cannon pulled the cyborg doctor in annoyance. The cyborg doctor did not react. Cannon did not take any action either - he really wanted to see Armstrong come out again after being bombarded by small missiles. But reason told Cannon that this was impossible. Even if Adam Heavy Hammer came, he would still die if he was hit in the face by a missile.

Even a missile wouldn't do it. A high-powered sniper rifle hitting the head would kill the person. In this case, no matter how advanced the prosthesis is, it would be useless. Without the brain, it would just be a pile of parts in the end!
“Fuck! Fuck! Is this true? What on earth is this guy’s prosthetic body made of?!”

Hearing the swear words of the cyborg doctor, Huo Pao was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to pick up the monocular telescope, but he saw the wreckage that he had just smashed. For a moment, he could only ask: "TMD, tell me what happened! Is he dead or not?!"

"Not dead! Shit! He's out, nothing happened!!"

"Get out of the way and let me see!"

"Go away, where's yours?"

"It fell! You have two here, give me half!"

Although the doctor was unhappy, he still gave up a shot to Huo Pao. Through this shot, Huo Pao also saw the situation at the scene.

As the blazing flames continued to burn, thick smoke billowed out from the large pit bombarded by the small missiles. In the dark smoke, a burly figure walked out of the ruins step by step, slowly and at an unhurried pace. His eyes were full of casualness and undisguised arrogance.

"Strange, monster..."

At this moment, even Trauma International's calmest security experts couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Armstrong moved his neck twice, then grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands, looked at the crowd, raised his hands, and the already torn shirt was torn into pieces. Armstrong's muscular body was also fully revealed to the people of Night City through the transmission of the camera.

Burly, rough, tough, cold, hard... On this basis, what is more noticeable is the tangled marks on Armstrong's chest where his heart is. Under the flesh-colored skin, the raised area gives people the feeling that a group of steel cables are buried. In the middle of the cables, a healed scar comes into everyone's sight. This makes people wonder what kind of monster can stab a sword into the heart of this man who can't even be killed by missiles.

Armstrong patted his chest and then opened his arms. Facing the people's sight, a large number of micro nanorobots were instantly injected into Armstrong's right arm through the blood vessels. The sturdy flesh-colored skin first turned deep red, and then turned black. It continued to spread, from the chest to the end of the arm, as if flesh and blood turned into steel in an instant.

"Nanotech, boys!"

While Armstrong was still talking, suddenly, a red light fell on Armstrong's head from a distance, and with a gunshot, an anti-tank armor-piercing bullet broke through the air. With a bang!, Armstrong slightly tilted his head, and the skin on his head turned black in an instant. All the kinetic energy in the heavy bullet was absorbed, and the ricocheted bullet hit the armored vehicle in the distance. Although only a weak force was left, it still left a bowl-sized dent on the thick external plate armor.

Silence, then Armstrong turned his unfriendly eyes to the place where the bullet came from. Feeling Armstrong's gaze, the sniper also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then forgot to pick up the gun in his hand, turned around and wanted to escape from here - his choice was correct. The heavy kinetic sniper rifle weighed 40kg when all the accessories and superchargers were loaded. Without the power armor, No. was no less than holding a young woman.

Seeing the sniper's reaction, Armstrong's mouth twitched a few times, and then he turned and came to an armored personnel carrier whose tracks were damaged and could not move due to the aftermath of the missile explosion. His arms turned black in an instant, reflecting a cold and fierce light under the sunlight. With just a little effort, Armstrong lifted the nearly 70-ton armored personnel carrier from the ground.

Faintly, a lot of screams could be heard coming from the vehicle. These soldiers entered the vehicle to avoid the aftermath of the missile, and now, as Armstrong lifted it up, the soldiers inside piled up and trampled on each other. The door had just opened, and several people rushed out. It fell to the ground with a dull sound, but Armstrong was too lazy to even look at it. Instead, after a simple aim, he leaned back and threw the heavy troop carrier with all his strength, just like a forward on a football team making a throwing gesture!
Boom! !

The heavy and angular troop carrier flew out rapidly, not in a parabola, but like a baseball being hit straight, flying straight towards the soldiers in the distance. The angular body of the vehicle cut through the air, producing a violent whistle, mixed with the unfortunate people in the vehicle who had not yet had time to climb out, forming a melody of ghosts and wolves howling.

bump! !

Being hit head-on, the sniper's tactical armor did not play any role at all. The next moment it came into contact with the bullet, it exploded into a ball of blood mist, adhered to the car, smashed through countless houses, and flew hundreds of meters away. At least, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a flat passage that appeared out of thin air in this crowded civilian area.

"I hate being interrupted, especially when I'm giving such an impassioned speech." Armstrong dusted off his hands, then moved his neck twice, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

It was at this time that the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Armstrong took out a cigar from his still intact suit trousers without much haste. Because they were far away, Ron didn't know why his shirt was torn but his trousers were still intact. Maybe it was because his trousers were of the same brand as Hulk's?
Don't ask, just ask about nanotechnology.

He put the cigar in his mouth and rubbed it gently with his fingers, which ignited the cigar with high temperature. Until Armstrong let out a breath of foul air, the entire battlefield was still in an eerie silence. Apart from the sound made by Armstrong, the only sound was the blades of the helicopter of the Night City Radio Station turning in the sky.

After witnessing this scene that was difficult to explain with existing technology, Stan's brain was a little stuck and he didn't even know what to say for a moment.

But, there was no need for him to say anything more now. Because even without his ending, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was increasing at a terrifying rate. However, this was the live broadcast room of the official TV platform of Night City after all, so there was no barrage system. Otherwise, let alone other things, the number of small advertisements alone would be overwhelming.

He simply took a puff of his cigar and casually flicked some ash to the side. The ash, which was still slightly warm, fell on a man who had fallen out of an armored vehicle and whose leg prosthesis was severely damaged. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, the security expert from Trauma International still rationally closed his mouth and said nothing.

Armstrong did not pay any attention to the man. Instead, he cleaned the ash and put the cigar into his mouth again. Then he walked slowly towards the command vehicle not far away.

As he watched Armstrong approaching slowly, the safety director in the command car could only feel his adrenaline rush, and his various physiological indicators rose at an alarming rate.
"Hackers! Where are the hackers? What are you still standing there for? Am I supporting you just to give you free meals?!"

“We’re trying hard!”

Hearing the security chief's emotionally uncontrolled questioning, a group of high-level hacker cabins in the technical vehicle on the side of the command vehicle, who were conducting cyber attack and defense prosthetic hacking, and who normally could cause street thugs to go blind by overloading their prosthetics with just a glance, or even turn them into cyber psychopaths on the spot, also made terrified and helpless voices.

“He’s not connected to the internet!!”

With such thorough preparations, and even the installation of a signal transmission tower for enhanced devices, they have enough confidence that no matter whether it is the legendary Adam Hammer or the legendary Morgan Blackhand, as long as they dare to appear here, they will be able to make their prostheses go out of control, overload and overheat. But now...

"He doesn't even have a credit chip! He can't even transfer money!"

"What the hell are you guys kidding me..."

Just as the security chief was still speaking passionately in despair, accompanied by the sound of twisted steel, the heavy armored vehicle was easily torn apart by Armstrong, like a long-starved man tearing open a can of sardines.

Looking at Armstrong's bright smile, both the security director and the publicity director felt a chill seeping out of their bones and cold sweats broke out all over their bodies.

(End of this chapter)