Fatal mistakes often come from one's own arrogance.

Arthur squinted his eyes, holding a cigarette in his hand, watching the fate of others towards his own end.

This kind of thing doesn't happen too much in Night City. Arthur doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing this. Sometimes he's even happy to give it a try.

Because there may be good people in this city, but they will definitely not be gang members.

Although removing one or two scumbags would not make the city a better place, Arthur thought he was not that great either.

But if two scumbags are removed, maybe some people's lives will become better.

Not enough? This is enough.

"Hey, old man, did you hear that? Hurry up and tell your little brother that you don't want that big-assed beauty anymore. I still have time to go to Twisted Street to have some fun."

Words that did not know whether to live or die came from the mouth of the member of the Uzumaki Gang.

The group of people around him were also laughing and scolding Arthur's fellow patient.

What he didn't notice was that the pupils in the opponent's eyes were beating more frequently and irregularly, and the aura on his body became colder, more chaotic, and more inhumane.

But Arthur can feel it. He can feel that the old man standing in front of him is no longer a person, but a real killing machine. The soul in his body has been completely extracted. It is absolutely impossible. There is a possibility of redemption.

The danger is right in front of us, but unfortunately most people can't see it.

The boy from the Uzumaki Gang, who wore a mohawk and wore dark rock-style clothes, had climbed onto the container and stood next to Arthur's patient.

The other party even imitated Arthur's behavior and kept patting the elder brother's shoulders.

Arthur smoked silently, and he could feel that King Yama was wondering why there were several figures flickering in his Yama Palace, as if there was some bug.

King Yama may not know that this style has a new name called cyberpunk style. Maybe it’s time for Yama to integrate with the real world.

"boom!!!"

The next moment in Arthur's line of sight, it seemed as if his line of sight had stopped. The head of the Whirlpool Gang guy exploded like a watermelon being hit by a rifle bullet, and all this happened from Arthur's perspective. It's like being captured in slow motion by a high-speed camera.

Arthur could clearly see every drop of blood flying, every drop of brain flying up and down.

He could even see that the face of the Uzumaki Gang boy was slowly disintegrating, eventually becoming beyond recognition and turning into a headless corpse.

"Asshole!!! What are you doing?!"

After seeing this scene, the surrounding members of the Uzumaki Gang did not realize the arrival of death at all. They were like the enraged mad dog running towards the container. The prosthetic body was urged to the extreme, and there was a lot more in their hands. weapons.

The surrounding crowd began to spread quickly amidst screams, as fast as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

I don’t know whether their skillful movements are lucky or unlucky.

They were lucky because they ran fast enough and this cyber madman probably wouldn't hurt innocent people.

They said they didn't believe it because they were able to be so proficient without any prior practice.

"Da da da……"

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, bullets poured out like rain in the sky of Night City.

The torrent of steel ravaged the entire container terminal.

Arthur was not affected at all, nor was the fellow patient who stood on the container and stared blankly like an idiot.

The next moment, the patient raised his right hand. Almost instantly, the shape of his right hand changed. A huge muzzle protruded from his arm. This was a miniature missile launcher prosthesis. , Mann's favorite.

"call out!"

The moment he raised his hand without aiming, and the moment he set up the prosthetic body in his hand, the missile was already launched from the muzzle.

The missile advanced with flames, just like the god of death carrying his own sickle and blasting directly into the crowd.

"boom!!!"

The fire brought by the explosion illuminated almost half a block. Although it was daytime, the situation here could be seen from half a block away.

When Arthur saw this, he couldn't help but suck his teeth.

Sure enough, these cyber lunatics are willing to install anything on themselves. This thing should at least be a prosthetic body in the laboratory.

And it is definitely experimental, because even if it is for military use, it cannot have such power.

"Is it really the fault of the company dog ​​again? It's really a sinful place."

Arthur leaned against the container, stood upright, and then began to walk slowly towards the direction of his fellow patient.

Thanks to the missile just now, there are basically no living people from the Whirlpool Gang around.

But apparently Arthur underestimated the vitality brought about by full-body prosthetic transformation.

"Asshole! We have no grievances against you, why did you lie to us..."

After hearing the sound, Arthur turned his head and looked at the head lying on the ground. It was one of the people he had tricked into angering his fellow patient.

Arthur spat directly in his face, then stepped on his head and looked him in the eyes.

"Because it's fun, because I'm bored, or maybe I just think you're easier to cheat and fool."

After hearing Arthur's words, the head suddenly widened its eyes and said in disbelief and full of horror: "Cyber ​​madman! Cyber ​​madman! I think you are the real cyber madman! Zhuo! What a bad luck. …”

"Pfft~"

The next moment, Arthur stepped down hard with his foot, and his whole head instantly turned into a lump of plasma. He smoked silently and looked at the patient who was still standing on the top of the container not far away.

The other party was not looking at him, and the little pause just now was just for aiming.

The next moment, the patient's hand was raised directly. The wrist was folded 90 degrees, and the muzzle of the gun was directly exposed.

"Da da da~"

Bullets poured out as the fire snake swallowed, and Arthur silently exhaled a puff of smoke. The next moment, time in the entire space seemed to be suspended.

Arthur threw the cigarette in his hand aside, clenched his hands into fists, stretched them downwards, and the two mantis knives were instantly ejected.

The sharp blade shone with a cold light, and there were neon colors on it, which was extremely conspicuous even in the daytime.

During the time he was slowed down, Arthur dodged to the side at will and completely dodged the bullet. With a slight force on his legs, his whole body was ejected instantly like a cannon being ejected from the chamber.

The patient's eyes followed Arthur's movements, but his body was not strong enough to support him in moving as far as his nerves could reach.

Arthur appeared behind the patient, with the mantis knife in his hand already placed on his shoulder.

"I see that these arms of yours are not original, so just chop them off."

"This thing is too much of a burden on you. Maybe it will get better after cutting it off. If you wake up in the future, remember to pay my medical expenses."

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