The dark night sky over Dog Town was torn apart in an instant, and the sudden massive blaze resembled an apocalyptic sun, its intense light even overshadowing the already dim Night City!
The sound of the explosion was deafening, and the earth trembled under its force!
Warning alerts bombarded people’s visual sensors. The shockwave, like a wild beast, spread outward from the massive fireball, sweeping up vehicles, drones, chas, and Netherworld Dog soldiers!
The thermo-baric bomb’s rapidly expanding fuel cloud ignited instantly, engulfing these elents like a ravenous wolf, vaporizing them in an instant, frantically consuming the oxygen in the air, as if the fireball were burning through the sky—
The shockwave, traveling over 3000 ters per second, swept away everything in its path. The high-rise buildings around the explosion site collapsed like dominoes: glass, steel, and concrete turned into fragnts in this catastrophe, whistling as they scattered...
A man-made storm!
And this was just the beginning. The scale of the gas changes created a terrifying vacuum effect; the air at the explosion’s center was instantly sucked out, forming a brief but deadly vacuum zone. The atmosphere rushed back into the epicenter at an extrely high speed, and this second shockwave tore apart everything close to the explosion site simultaneously...
Human lungs and eardrums burst instantly, and the air, like an invisible blade, shredded all organisms not robust enough into pieces!
This was a real weapon of war, showing its true effect in a city explosion.
People had once overlooked a nuclear bomb explosion in Night City, but Lille had controlled the explosion to occur over the river. Though it was an airburst, it was far from the city and densely populated areas, and almost no one felt the explosion’s power.
The worst damage was to Coastal Avenue, and at the ti of the explosion, that place had already been deserted.
Their numb brains could only reflect on this fireworks show, marveling in their hearts that a sun nearly blinded their Prosthetic Eyes.
And a real bomb exploding in a city...
They would truly recall the fear of corporations in their hearts: they could create Hell with a flick of their wrist.
To avoid being suddenly sent to Hell one day, the best strategy was to join a corporation capable of creating Hell...
"Shit..."
The sergeant held his tactical binoculars, watching the fireball rise in the direction of Taiping State.
But that expletive wasn’t his; it ca from a subordinate behind him.
He put away the binoculars, murmured sothing to himself, then turned to his subordinates and said:
"Grab your weapons, support the brothers in Taiping State, and also, get the new recruits up here..."
"No, Boss—" the subordinate who had just uncontrollably cursed exclaid nervously, "Are you out of your mind! We’re just here to make up the numbers, this is fucking..."
Bang!
A gunshot, and his head exploded on the spot!
Nobody saw when the sergeant had drawn the revolver from its holster, much less when he had aid and pulled the trigger.
His gleaming second-generation human-lizard Prosthetics shone brightly under the surrounding flaming barrels, making him look at first glance like a super rcenary...
No, his deanor was more like that of a military Commander.
Compared to the typical gang leader, the sergeant was usually easy-going, often appearing before his subordinates, walking around during new recruit training, and even joking with them...
However, strictly speaking, the sergeant, having been in the military and served as a drill instructor, obviously had no softness when it ca to discipline.
This was the ti when discipline was most needed.
As a gang, Six Street Gang certainly had individuals like that subordinate, but after the sergeant shot him without uttering another word, the rest quickly rembered their training days...
The new recruit training of the Six Street Gang was full-on military standard: combat skill training might be pushed back, but obedience was rigorously enforced.
Six Street Gang was the military-like gang in Night City, though usually inactive, but internally, it actually had a command system.
The sergeant kicked away the corpse at his feet and hurriedly pulled the bulletproof vest from the new recruit over himself:
"Can we still contact anyone in Taiping State?"
"Uh..." His communications officer hesitated, frantically operating the terminal at hand, "...no, the company has jamd all channels, we’ve got to rely on shouting now..."
"Then we’ll rely on shouting. I’ll lead the team. Go call your n, and if they don’t listen— learn sothing, got it!"
"Got it!"
A few "officers" snapped to attention with a shiver and nodded.
But one of them still asked cautiously, "Boss, everyone goes? Shouldn’t we leave so people behind..."
"Everyone goes! Damn it..."
The sergeant spat and bent down to pick up the rifle from the guy he had killed, leaping onto his own Mackinaw with a fierce montum—
Not to ntion he still owed soone a favor.
Now, the entire Saint Domingo district’s food, dicine, prosthetics, military supplies, weaponry, vehicles... all damn relied on Burger King’s people supporting it; if this wave got them killed, he was done for!
The days now were much more comfortable than before, who would willingly kneel when they had a good life?
True, so gangs might have lost the company’s lifeline and couldn’t cling to the "high society", but for those surviving in Saint Domingo’s Six Street Gang...
This place was originally so poor that it only had industrial polluted water and substandard synthetic food. Whether he sided with the company or the company took him out and created another Six Street Gang, this place would stay the sa as it was before.
"Never thought I’d actually do sothing good..."
"Boss! Look quickly!"
Boom!
At the entrance to Saint Domingo on the highway, a Bimong armored vehicle engulfed in flas rolled over and smashed into the overpass, carrying imnse kinetic energy as it broke through the guardrail and crashed from the height!
Boom—
Amidst the furious roar of engines, a Mackinaw Mammoth burst through the flas, braving the hail of bullets, and fiercely smashed onto the overpass, speeding towards the city!
The vehicles were almost identical, but subtle differences could be seen from the graffiti and customization: this was Adkaduo’s armored pickup!
Clearly, he wasn’t the only one in the Hamburg Criminal Group with such thoughts and feelings...
Adkaduo felt the sa way!
"Move, move, move! Everyone, board the vehicles! All on board—"
The vehicles sped wildly as the sergeant vigorously waved his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs. The Six Street Gang, as if pumped with stimulants, quickly got in position. One vehicle after another revved their engines, the growing noise waves responding to his command!
And while he waved, he single-handedly lifted the rocket launcher from the co-driver’s seat—
Boom!
The rocket traced a conspicuous arc in the air, slow but precisely blocking the entrance...
An Emperor Ragnar faced vehicle with "Military Technology" logos t it head-on, getting blown into a dizzy spell and crashing by the roadside!
On the first charging Mackinaw Mammoth, Sol nodded at him, imdiately followed by a host of armored vehicles and drones launching a massive invasion...
The city turned into a battlefield!
"Load up, damn corporate dogs!"
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