[Maya: "Lille, the recent news is truly terrifying, it feels... like we’re actually going to war."]
"There’s been big news non-stop lately. City Hall was bombed five days ago, with the sa kind used in the Hot explosion."
[Lille: "Don’t worry, mom. Did you know the company has already established a branch in Latovia? Christopher sent back a lot of photos, you can see if they look the sa as before."]
Lille touched his forehead and asked, "City Hall? Any more clues?"
V walked ahead, looking back at Lille curiously: "Haven’t you been lying at ho for a week?"
"...Hacking is a physically demanding job."
"Tsk."
V disdainfully glanced at Lille’s slender fra, while entering the elevator he also fiddled with the chanical arm on Lille’s body.
Little Octopus actively initiated its tactile simulation feature, providing a silky-smooth touch experience.
V stroked it twice contentedly: "NCPD is clueless, as usual. There must be a local interdiary smoothing things over.
The goods probably ca from the black market in the Geisha District. I went there, and recently, new rchandise is ridiculously abundant."
New rchandise?
"It seems our international friends have finally penetrated the Night City market."
"Exactly," V nodded deeply in agreent, "And there was another big case on the sa level as the City Hall bombing. Without connections in the NCPD, we wouldn’t have known.
A biker gang went crazy in Westbrook, scaring the Tiger Claw Gang, and the NCPD had to call the Terrorist Mobile Team on the spot.
Their bikes are pretty impressive too; they can ride on walls, and they have rockets and stuff..."
As V spoke, he paused and emphasized, "I feel like they’re trying to cash in on our popularity, but fortunately, the Terrorist Mobile Team blew them right away, literally blew them up."
V then sent over an internal NCPD photo.
The motorcycle furiously breached the blockade, the rider brandishing a sword and screaming, his body equipped with six long blades mounted at unknown joints, reflecting the cold moonlight with a slightly artistic feel.
I heard that before this photo was taken, so of their n were turned into liquid by the Centaur cha.
The next photo showed them exploding in the air, the Terrorist Mobile Team using so sort of high-caliber vehicular weapon, the bullet as large as a small shell.
In less than one-sixtieth of a second, ten bullets were fired, five hit their target, leaving no place for burial.
And the NCPD’s technical surveillance division marked so information on the body of this obliterated edgerunner:
[Note: Full Body Prosthetics Transformation]
[Height: 1.98~2m]
[Weight: 159~180kg]
[Level: Suspected "Alpha Level"]
[Suspect claims to be a mber of the "Slaughterhouse"]
V asked a question: "So... what is Alpha Level?"
Lille quickly thought about it, finding the answer in a pamphlet provided by network surveillance.
No wonder V was unfamiliar, because the so-called "Alpha Level" Full Body Prosthetics Transformation was a product from over fifty years ago, a benchmark full body prosthetic from International Electric Company.
Full Body Prosthetics are a rarity in Night City, but there’s a very famous walking billboard:
Adam Hamr.
Rather than saying it’s a prosthetic implantation on a human body, it’s more like implanting a human brain into a completely synthetic body.
After the Alpha Level transformation, the chanical body allows one to achieve athletic performance worthy of an Olympic champion, defense capabilities skyrocket, and it’s highly damage-resistant. If one has the money, Alpha Level also provides the most comprehensive number of compatible interfaces.
Lille sumd up by saying, "An old relic, high tech that’s been in use for over fifty years, sa type of transformation as Adam Hamr."
"That’s pretty impressive. I’ve asked around in the black market; heard this stuff sells for a hundred ten thousand. But after the transformation, they’re dumped into alleyways, prosthetic doctors fear they might go berserk."
Full brain transplant surgeries aren’t easy on the equipnt, those prosthetic doctors must have sponsors too.
Having answered V’s question, Lille also asked one: "This ’Slaughterhouse’..."
"Oh, a small gang from the Northern District. Heard they had their glory days, but later got crushed by the Vortex Gang. No idea how they resurfaced."
After hearing this, Lille slowly nodded: "We know that."
The elevator doors opened, and the two walked out from the base of the skyscraper, only to see Jack wiping his mouth at a noodle stand near the entrance.
"Hermano! You finally ca out! The Mox and Tiger Claw gangs seem to be gearing up to fight, we..."
Beep beep beep—
The deep sound of a siren blared, and an NCPD police car rushed past the street; surprisingly, now even NCPD squads were equipped with pickup trucks, with a Centaur cha standing in the back.
Lille could tell at a glance... this car was a modified version from Weiting Mackinaw.
[NCPD Operator: Illegal activity detected in the Japan District, requesting backup, do you copy?]
[NCPD Landscape: 3-3-1, copy that, dispatching, are you free tonight?]
...
Japan District, Sagan Street.
As the most densely populated and service-oriented area in Night City, the bustling street was suddenly struck by a rocket!
Boom!
The residents along the street scrambled for cover, while the nearby patrolling Tiger Claw Gang cursed loudly, quickly taking cover behind nearby barriers and drawing their guns!
At the street corner, a red, yellow, and green painted sports car from the Tiger Claw Gang smashed its front end hard onto the ground, caving in the beautifully designed hood...
Inside the car, Maekawa Takeshi furiously turned the steering wheel as the car skidded out of control on the road, with the bumper and undercarriage parts quickly falling off!
The wildly drifting sports car sparked a flurry of sparks like a match striking a surface!
"Go to hell, you damn n!"
The sharp roar echoed through the street as more cars "poured" into the street. These cars didn’t have Maekawa’s driving skills, losing control after drifting and crashing onto the sidewalks, so even rolling over.
In that mont of rolling, if soone had fast enough reflexes, they could clearly see a woman lightly stepping over the upright side of the vehicle and slipping a hand grenade inside...
Boom!
Maekawa’s co-pilot was none other than another gang leader—Brick from the Vortex Gang!
He was grabbing onto the window with his left hand, stretching out his right hand at an angle that completely defied human anatomy, furiously pulling the trigger!
His target was the trailing Mox convoy!
The Mox convoy was roaring in fierce battle, the Tiger Claw Gang’s cars were pushed back so hard they couldn’t return fire, and the unfortunate low-rank mbers on the roadside were crushed into a pulp.
The young girls sat in the car continuously firing, their eyes red, as if they were diseased.
"These won are insane!" Brick shouted while firing at Maekawa at the driver’s seat, "Did you kill their whole family?!"
The driver Maekawa’s face flushed red: "How the hell would I know?!"
"Ah!"
Boom!
Several grenades hit the street, and the flying debris instantly lodged in Brick’s eyes, causing him to yank out his own eyeballs, then flinging a small fragnt from his socket.
"What about your NCPD connections? Your..."
"Gone! Idiot! They’ve all been checked! Weren’t you supposed to be pitching to ! Show now!"
"Soon..."
Ding-ding——ding-ding——
As soon as he finished speaking, both n shivered: the sound of NCPD sirens!
[Brick: Jostar!]
[Jostar: Boss, it’s handled!]
In front of the car, Jostar, covered in chro prosthetics, rushed out from a nearby store, pulling a wire and connecting it to a gigantic gun positioned against the roadside barrier—
The device featured a long electromagnetic barrel, emitting black smoke and a glowing red large spherical "magazine".
Jostar gave a thumbs up to his boss and unhesitatingly pulled the trigger.
A dazzling cannon shot overshadowed the sunlight, sweeping across the street and striking directly on a Mox Gang car!
Boom!
However...
There was sothing even more dazzling: the overheating magazine in Jostar’s arms continued to heat up...
It was about to explode!
Jostar, burned by the heat, suddenly lifted his hand, desperately looking around, picked a piece of debris off the ground, jamd it into the trigger, then wrapped the wire around the steering wheel and ran!
The high-temperature plasma, having lost form due to the weapon’s malfunction, violently expelled from the cannon, looking like a deadly fountain!
The Mox Gang’s transhumans watched the incredibly fast-moving liquid; with a little help from their neural augntation components, these supersonic streams, which seed too fast to see with the naked eye, suddenly seed to slow down.
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