"Damn, Vortex Gang..."
Brick stood by the window, his Eyes of Golden Fla boosted to the highest, a high-power streetlight visible from the building far down the street...
It was terrifying.
Yet, there were still a few guys, either too drunk or too high, who wandered into this place without looking up.
Bang!
The ground trembled violently, jolting their nerves awake. They looked around blearily—
Brick stared at them, his mouth open, a mismatched array of tal saw teeth reflecting a faint light, making the roughly 20-ter distance between them reveal his teeth fleetingly, looking just like...
A beast in the dark!
"Ghost!!!!!"
The burly man turned and ran, tripping over the curb and leaving a bloody mark, tumbling face first into the street, his head bloody.
Anyone who didn’t know better might think soone had been dragged off here.
Brick spat out, "Damn, they say Westbrook has good public safety. We from Watson District don’t ever see drunks here."
[V: Are you joking? Aren’t all the drunks in Watson District taken away by you guys?]
"... That’s not my fault."
Brick hesitated, muttering softly, then grabbed the edge of the wall and jumped out.
The ground soon began to tremble continuously. The uneven mud ground shook more and more intensely, and with a loud bang, a tal drill surged out.
After the drill erged, it quickly stopped and then withdrew. Four tal excavation arms swiftly pushed open a hole large enough to stick a head through.
Then, DumDum’s head popped up in a rush, covered in dirt and dust.
Among his seven Eyes of Golden Fla sensors, only three were still illuminated, and one flickered. Seeing Brick standing guard outside with the machine, he was suddenly moved, struggling to pull his fingers out...
Bang!
A piece of his finger flew out, cracking the glass of the building like a spiderweb.
"Boss!"
"Co up and talk."
Brick kicked open the lock on a nearby tal restraint box, revealing its contents—
A specially designed engineering power exoskeleton for cyborgs that, in appearance, bore so resemblance to the power gauntlets used by Jack.
However, as engineering equipnt, its hands were replaced with tools similar to bulldozer blades.
Click—
Brick positioned himself into the portable dressing box, and the chanical fasteners banged into predetermined connectors as if a robot was completing an extension.
This type of portable dressing box would typically cause bodily harm on direct contact with a person’s body during dressing, depending on the importance of the user; so were equipped for comfort.
However, clearly, this suit was designed for those who had nothing to lose.
The Vortex Gang had this thing, but they never knew how to use it. Until now, although Brick could be considered a tank, he was still far from his current form.
Now it was different; tal was ant to be transford.
Hiss—
Power surged, steam hissed out from the crevices, the equipnt retracted, and Brick stepped back to adjust his stance, then the floor fixers popped out and smashed into the ground.
Boom!
A pair of massive excavation fists deeply pounded into the ground.
"Damn... cool, boss," DumDum’s three eyes shone, "We got this now?"
"Idiot, rented it from Good Man. Is that guy inside?"
A muffled sound ca from beneath the ground—
"Here, boss!"
"Good lad, didn’t misjudge you, strong as iron—DumDum, pull your head back!"
Brick took a deep breath—
Air was drawn in as much as possible through the intake port via turbocharging into the combustion chamber, and as the air mixed with the dust, it beca visible, looking as though a giant beast was breathing...
Boom—
The engine’s roar echoed through the streets!
The soil parted like the sea under Moses, powerfully pushed aside by the robust engineering exoskeleton. The core of the power exoskeleton’s engine spun rapidly...
Even emitting a dark red light!
Underneath the soil, Jostar and DumDum watched as the soil was gradually pushed away, the light-polluted sky slowly appearing before them. Their legs gave way, and they leaned against the ground.
DumDum chuckled, "It’s the first ti I find Night City so delightful."
Jostar also began to laugh, patting the storehouse behind him—
The storage unit wrapped in black padding was quite safe.
"Mom... this is my big brother, but you would definitely..."
[Mom: Hirokazu, I’m happy for you that you’ve found a good friend.]
Jostar suddenly froze, "Mom?"
Doom erged from the dirt. Brick glanced at a stunned Jostar and asked, "What’s the situation here?"
"Well, Jostar’s mom was tricked by the Brain Demon Gang into becoming a biological host, and she almost didn’t make it back due to the madness in her cerebrum."
"Is... is she back now?"
"Not yet. The tough guy said what happens next depends on Jostar’s luck; they have to perform a ntal sync or sothing on her every day."
While speaking, Brick grabbed Jostar and pulled them up.
"Boss, this is my mom. She’s a bit off right now, but I think..."
Doom patted off the dirt on himself and moved closer to Brick: "Boss, his mom is impressive; she performs full-body prosthetic surgeries..."
Brick’s eyes lit up after hearing this: "Alright, I might not have a mom, but a brother’s mom is my mom too. If you want to keep a room for her, we can keep her here, but the gang doesn’t take in idlers."
"Hehe, got it, boss," Jostar scratched his head, "But..."
"Enough with the nonsense, she’s your mom not mine. Don’t beat around the bush. Get ready, we still have work to do."
"Right away, boss."
Jostar shook the dirt off his clothes and scurried after Brick.
The next second, his mom’s voice appeared in his head again.
[Mom: Hirokazu, are we going ho now?]
"Yes, mom, we’re going ho now."
...
Brick walked ahead, his ears twitched and he leaned towards Doom, "Isn’t this kid muttering to himself since a while ago?"
"Boss, the tough guy said this kid’s always kinda sick because of a special surgery he had."
"Oh, I see."
"By the way, boss, what are we doing?"
"See this?" Brick took off the power exoskeleton, a high-energy-consuming device that had to be returned to its case when not in use.
"What’s up?"
"The tough guy wants to organize a big race - we’re in charge of construction and participation..."
Click.
As they walked, Brick’s left shoulder suddenly collapsed; he frowned, "This prosthetic can’t handle the load; let’s head back quickly, I still have a new prosthetic to switch to..."
Zzz—
A chanical arm suddenly extended from the pod behind Jostar, fixing Brick’s shoulder right there.
"Damn... this is aweso? It can fix on the go?"
"Totally aweso," Doom clicked his tongue. "It can perform surgeries while we work."
"Hmm..." Brick looked at Jostar, "What’s your mom’s na again?"
"It’s..."
"Never mind, let’s just call her Cereborg; it sounds intimidating. Rember to switch the eyes back when we get ho."
"Got it."
Click—
Click...
The three walked on the dark street, each step creating a tallic collision sound, as if not three people but three machines were walking.
A drunkard who had barely made it to the sidewalk firmly covered his mouth, praying in his heart that the three demons would be tricked by his feigning death.
In fact, he was overly worried—
The footsteps grew fainter; the Vortex Gang didn’t care about him at all.
However, the lingering shadow of the Vortex Gang made him scared to move for a long ti...
He watched three utterly inhuman figures swagger across the street, followed by a mysterious container stretching out chanical arms, unabashedly modifying and engraving on their bodies...
Prosthetic modification isn’t a favorable term, as it usually implies for those at the bottom, being compelled by life to sell parts of their bodies, permanently altering themselves for work.
Those upgraded aren’t objects of envy, nor are they synonymous with coolness or impressiveness.
They have always been outcasts.
[Brick: Tough guy, we can start work in the Watson District.]
[Lille: Good.]
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