Infinite: The Yue Family Army starts the game and kills Wanyan Gou

Chapter 40 Edgewalker, Six-Armed Vajra
Mulberry City, Old Harbor District.

The sky and the earth darkened, and it rained heavily.

Excessive discharge of industrial waste gathered in the sky like a cold iron curtain of clouds, as dense as a high city and a majestic mountain. The electric light meandered like a dragon and a snake, green and white. The distance between heaven and earth seemed to have suddenly shortened, as if to crush all living beings in the world. the backbone.

The torrential rain carrying deadly chemicals is falling like a sky stained by human insults. It is weeping blood and tears of revenge. It wants to return all this filth and filth to the earth, making everyone even dirtier.

The dark and deep sea is turbulent, the waves are rolling on the shore, and the containers piled up like mountains are also swaying and tilting in the wind and rain.

On the pier, there were dozens of strong men standing in dark raincoats, as silent as classical sculptures. The heavy rain made the raincoats cling tightly to the bodies of these men, outlining the outlines of mechanical bodies that were different from ordinary people, as well as the shapes of various firearms in their hands.

Not far away, two figures of very different sizes were crouching behind the container, watching all this quietly.

Looking at the dirty sky and dirty rain, the petite girl among them frowned, unable to restrain her temper, and whispered in the communication channel:

"What the hell kind of weather is this? When will they come?!"

The tall and muscular man stretched out his hand, held down the little girl's head, and said gently:
"Rebecca, be patient."

Although the prosthetic-modified ice-iron palm no longer had any warmth at all, Rebecca still felt a warmth in her heart. She squinted her eyes, like a cat, and moved her little head. , hummed twice, and just whispered the man's name.

"Hey, David~"

The man only wore a long raincoat to isolate himself from the interference of the rain. His chest was exposed and covered with traces of prosthetic modifications. You could see the layers of muscles protruding from his chest, abdomen, shoulders and back, which were as smooth as rocks washed by waves for a long time.

Looking at the turbulent sea, the man's eyes were steady and far-reaching, and his heartstrings were tighter than ever before.

It's just because he deeply understands how difficult this mission target is, which is definitely not comparable to those small gangs in Night City.

Even David in Night City has heard of the name of Mulberry City Prosthetic Company, and their "mechanized foreign boxers" are famous all over the world, or rather powerful.

It is said that the four directors of the Sangcheng Prosthetic Company, relying only on their own reinforced parts and external boxing skills, are comparable to a regular army with a complete organization and heavy mobile weapons.

Of course, as the president of Sangcheng Prosthetic Company, Mr. Liu Haojun would definitely not admit such cruel remarks. He claimed that his subordinates were all businessmen in their own right, and at most they only had a meager ability to protect themselves.

Suddenly, a faint light lit up in the stormy waves, like a flickering candle that flickered on and off, and a long, slender shadow was vaguely visible, parting from the waves and riding the wind.

It was a dark speedboat.

David and Rebecca looked solemn, and there was no need for any communication. Rebecca picked up an SPT32 Ice Storm sniper rifle, aimed at the speedboat, and was ready to go.

This kinetic sniper rifle manufactured by the Russian Federation does not pay attention to details, but it has terrifying power that is unmatched by similar products. No wall can prevent it from hitting the target. It has a strong Russian style.

As a kinetic weapon, while having high lethality, it also has extremely high recoil. However, for Rebecca, whose arm has been modified with a prosthetic body, this is not a problem at all, let alone a trouble.

Two of the men in black raincoats went to respond. Not long after, they carried a long metal box, jumped onto the pier, and walked towards the parking lot next to the pier.

Optimizing the opportunity, Rebecca pulled the trigger, the wind roared, thunder burst out, and then there was a crisp collision sound of the hot bullet casing being ejected from the gun chamber and falling to the ground.

The bullet pierced through the rain curtain and rotated through the fuel tank of the speedboat. The flames of the explosion expanded outward from the middle of the speedboat. Steel fragments and fine parts rushed to the surroundings along with the billowing black smoke, mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke. Orange-red blazing flames rose, and scorching blackness covered the cold brilliance of steel.

Dozens of men in black raincoats remained calm in the face of danger, showing extraordinary combat qualities. They turned around, raised their guns, and opened fire on the containers. In front of the metal storm composed of scorching hot projectiles, the container was like a paper toy, and in an instant it was turned into a pile of rags riddled with holes.

Just from these uniform actions and extremely fast reactions, David could tell that these black raincoats were obviously elites who had experienced hundreds of battles and fought their way out of the dead.

But for him, mere kinetic energy weapons... are far from a problem.

Amidst the roaring gunshots, two shrill screams suddenly arose. The two men in black raincoats exploded in the air for no reason. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the broken limbs and bones were scattered with the liver, intestines and heart, and they were splashed down. It was washed away by the rain, turning the surrounding area into a thick blood color that could not be wiped away.

It was obviously not the first time that the black raincoats encountered this kind of scene. They simultaneously chose to disperse their formation and fired again. The bullets cut the space from different angles, forming a dense cross-fire network.

They believed that even Superman's mechanized warriors would not be able to escape from this specially trained firepower net, but what they met was David, a modified man with a military-grade prosthetic body, Sean Westan.

Knowing that the other party had experience in dealing with high-speed enemies, David did not dare to make any reservations anymore. The Sianwistan implanted in the spine output full power, raising the already extremely fast speed to another level, and a wave of energy escaped from his body. The intense heat turned the heavy rain into a white mist.

As soon as the mist took shape, it was torn apart by David's figure. While he was dancing in the death storm composed of metal projectiles with great speed like a butterfly piercing flowers, avoiding the fire, he held the gun in both hands and attacked Black Raincoat mercilessly. A roll call was carried out, and lives were taken with gunshots.

Rebecca was completely unable to capture the full picture of the battle. She could only see a flash of lightning passing through the crowd. The black raincoats could only shoot in vain, and then fell down in pieces like wheat.

It wasn't until the last person died that the lightning re-condensed into the image of David.

He was breathing heavily, and there were still pieces of hot minced meat stuck to his face under the cloak. Blood accumulated on his eyelids and dripped down.

Rebecca quickly stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, and wiped the blood on his face with her sleeves. David looked at the girl's clumsy appearance and couldn't help but chuckle.

He touched Rebecca's head.

"Let's go, take that thing, our work is done."

Two big lights suddenly lit up in the distance, and the lights were as straight as swords, shining towards David and Rebecca.

A voice like the sound of metal and iron sounded in the rain curtain of heaven and earth. His voice was powerful and strong, like the fine echo produced by the constant rotation and friction of an iron ball in a hollow metal column.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect, in addition to the group of inner martial arts, there are still people who dare to provoke us Qingyun Gang, ha ha ha ha ha."

Zhang Jiabao, the former incense owner of the Qingyun Gang and now the director of the Sangcheng Prosthetic Company, known as the Six-Armed King Kong in the world, slowly walked out of the car.

Looking at the two people who were waiting, he grinned and showed a ferocious smile like a Shura ghost.

"You guys are looking for death!"

　David and Rebecca come from the animation "Cyberpunk: Edgewalker", which takes the game Cyberpunk 2077 as its world view.

　　The Qingyun Gang, Liu Haojun, and Zhang Jiabao are from the science fiction martial arts work "Ghost Crying Street" written by Xu Yuanxuan.

　　
　
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