"Oh, the highway into the city was blocked by a gang of thugs, and I was just thinking if they had planted mines here, set up so barriers, and trapped this big guy, then no matter how tough it is, it’d still just be a bigger, tougher sandbag, right?"
"If you ask , these guys are just chickens, but this is Night City, after all, where you’ve got to be alive to have a say."
"Of course, you also need weapons. Do you know what the mightiest weapon is? Naturally, it’s the Hamr—30 autocannon on that super armored vehicle!"
"Its specs... forget it; you can’t afford it anyway. Just know that it was made with military technology."
"I was thinking, the driver of this steel beast should stand a chance if they use that weapon properly; after all, they had just broken through the storm..."
"Fuck!"
Everyone’s thoughts were the sa, simple and pure.
Even Lille thought the sa, accustod to trusting in the results of calculations; but the slightest mistake in handling could an V would die on the spot, no other outco.
But why still go through with it?
The main reason was, quite simply, pride. They wanted to crush all their competitors overwhelmingly, to make the race perfect.
Actually, he regretted letting V out of the car: Why had he picked up the habits of street kids? If it had been the old him, he wouldn’t have taken such a risk without having no other choice.
But the result... turned out great! Even better than expected!
V saw the electromagnetic gun, and so did he; as it turned out, the enemy couldn’t stop them with just landmines and barriers.
That electromagnetic gun didn’t look very big, its appearance even seed rather plain—
But that was the problem. The EMG—85 electromagnetic gun was also an over-spec weapon used in corporate wars, a controlled weapon that needed special authorization even for ACPA use!
Lille could achieve a muzzle velocity of 2400 ters per second in the Marvel World too, but his apparatus was not on the sa scale; he couldn’t guarantee that the Chroni Titanium Alloy wouldn’t be penetrated!
"Jack!" Lille yelled, then shouted over his shoulder at Jack.
With no cover from landmines, the legendary Mackinaw didn’t need to slow down. The rcenaries, drawn and distracted, turned and faced a brutal attack!
Vehicles blocking the road were instantly blown up by the autocannon, its bullets effortlessly penetrating through the cars to cause massive explosions, easily shattering the chains that were connected to the barricades!
At the sa ti, a cache of micro missiles hidden near the autocannon launched, these missiles, improved from the Eight-star Gun system, totally locked on the rcenaries ambushed among the rocks through the perspective V provided in the air, a total fire of 60 micro missiles!
It was simply a shower of missiles!
These missiles weren’t fast, but they were small and precise; each explosion caused effective damage!
Boom!
Violent fireworks declared that these feeble tactics were easily crushed without any pressure!
The leader of the ambushing rcenaries suffered burns from the explosion, shrapnel slowed into his back, his consciousness blurred from the concussion.
Struggling, he grabbed a still-hot rock; his synthetic arm made a hissing noise, and the pain made him jerk away.
Lifting his head, he saw his good brother standing amidst the black smoke.
But before he could rejoice, the smoke cleared a bit, and he saw his brother’s head drooping down, the remaining wires and tubes unable to support it; pulled by this head hanging, it kept sagging further down.
The surface of the hulking man’s prosthetics was already uneven.
As a type of heavy-duty prosthetics forrly used in industrial applications, Samson had decent strength output, which allowed him to carry more armor; hence his chest and belly, apart from turning black and cracking, did not have many more injuries.
This showed that the Munemasa prosthetics were indeed amazing.
But the core temperature of the RPG-7 explosion was also extrely high.
The extensive ceramic armor couldn’t cover every part of the body; the remaining tal twisted, and the flexible tubes and functional materials connecting the neck were deford and lted under the high heat.
The most devastated area was the neck, where the tal did not completely lt, but the high temperature softened it; then the impact deford it, thus damaging the whole neck and severing the connection between head and body.
That’s why his brother’s head had fallen.
But Samson was truly tough, so his brain was only partly turned to mush by the impact, and he was still conscious, though unlikely to die imdiately; it was just uncertain what would happen to his ntal state and consciousness.
The captain stared blankly at his good brother.
The only eye that still looked sowhat normal gazed at him with a clear look, while the sound emitter entangled with cables mixed with a massive amount of electronic noise, as if a machine was talking.
"Deo, this prosthetic is really aweso. If sothing happens to one day, it’s yours, or when we beco big shots, we’ll have Munemasa send you a set."
Besides being electronic, the sentence was quite complete.
The captain’s expression beca a tangled ss, and with an unknown surge of strength, he fiercely grabbed the scorching rock and struggled to his feet...
Bang!
Their ambush target broke through the barrier, rolling over him with unbearable weight.
...
As the vehicle rolled past, the Octopus Arm swiftly snatched the damaged Electromagnetic Gun and so parts from the opening in the armor.
V still maintained the parking pose at the side of the road, with the vehicle emitting black smoke and twitching non-stop, which didn’t make her look dumbfounded. Instead, it made her seem like the emblematic image that belonged on the cover of a magazine!
"Fuck... that was so freaking aweso..." all the dia went silent, only Stanley kept babbling, "The most badass driver in Night City to date, and there might not be a more badass one in the future."
"He’s like he’s from Hell. Look, he’s still emitting that black smoke from the Hellfire burning on him."
"Holy shit, that’s too cool... I gotta get him tattooed on my body!"
"The most badass driver in Night City, destructive, wild, mysterious—from Hell... the maniac, the demon—Disaster Star!"
Of course, V wasn’t posing.
Such a drastic change in kinetic energy could lead to many unforeseen consequences.
The Exoskeleton on V was a function-integrated type, offering only physiological monitoring and enhancent of bodily functions.
For instance, it ensured normal blood circulation under extre circumstances, acting like an active Anti-G Suit.
But the incident that happened in an instant was just too extre.
So V was in a daze, still in recovery. His consciousness, mory, and thoughts had all returned, but his behavior was a bit odd, which to a certain extent could be considered a Cyberpsychosis.
Mackinaw stopped next to her, and Lille hurried out of the car, slapping the helt twice rapidly: "Sis? The monitoring data is normal, huh?"
V suddenly grabbed Lille’s hand.
The overpass, the moon, the burning vehicle, corpses, and the entire city’s attention.
Sensation returned, and the visor opened.
Now, she had to say sothing.
"I..."
"Aweso!" Lille gave a thumbs-up, "Top-notch aweso! The most badass in Night City, the famous V!
Jack, lift the car! Make it quick, the Six Street Gang might get jamd soon..."
V was suddenly stunned: That wasn’t what she wanted to say, was it?
The Octopus Arm activated and with a snap picked her up and carried her into the car, as Jack tossed the motorcycle into the cargo hold, quickly completing the pack-up.
This place was not the ideal spot for a chat.
Not until V took her seat in the vehicle obediently and Little Octopus, wearing a white coat, appeared in her world to begin the check-up and adjustnts did the car start up with a rumbling sound and then begin to shake...
Only then did she co around, returning to normal completely.
Then she grabbed at Lille’s neck...
"I’m gonna fucking strangle you!"
"Hey! What the hell! Got a case of Cyberpsychosis?!"
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