Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 517 130. Eight Seconds
Of the eighty besieged personnel, seven died within two seconds after the battle began. Two lost their minds and began attacking their companions, and one had his hand broken and lost his ability to fight.

This is equivalent to losing one-eighth of the personnel within two seconds of the start of the battle.

This loss was obviously tragic enough. If it were a different group of people, they might have already started considering retreating.

In a previous war, there was a statistic that someone calculated how many casualties would cause the army to collapse in a short period of time. After integrating various data, they came to the conclusion that if 30% of the personnel died in a short period of time, the army would collapse and lose the ability to continue fighting.

But in 2077, that was already a somewhat outdated conclusion.

For the Tiger Claw Gang members who had been injected with stimulants and hormones before the battle, the few companions who fell in front of them could not make them retreat at all.

On the contrary, as their companions fell, the smell of blood lingered in their olfactory system, making them even more crazy.

There might have been some timid and cowardly people in the Tiger Claw Gang, but after the injection of drugs and hormones, the only ones left were the "mad tigers" - those who were so crazy that they only wanted to tear the people in front of them to pieces with their claws.

'Are they hunting me, or am I hunting them?'

While the Voodoo Gang was being temporarily held back by their crazy companions, Carl stomped his foot hard on the ground as he faced a situation where the space he had just cleared was immediately occupied by the bodies of the Tiger Claw Gang.

The air burst speed brought to him by the strengthened tendons was directly applied to the ground beneath his feet. Under the reaction force, Carl's body leaned forward slightly, avoiding two mantis knives that passed by according to the pre-judged trajectory, and then drilled into the periphery of the Tiger Claw Gang's encirclement.

When it is one against many and they are surrounded and attacked, no matter how agile a person is, he will eventually be caught as his range of movement shrinks. When it is one against many, it will create chaos.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Tiger Claw Gang has a large number of people, let their own people block the sight of their own people and wander among the people.
When Carl dived into the Tiger Claw Gang's crowd, a grenade that had begun to explode was left where he was originally surrounded by the Tiger Claw Gang.

Fragmentation grenade.

An ordinary grenade filled with gunpowder that is very common in Night City. After being modified by Carl, it takes 0.5 seconds to detonate and has a killing radius of
Two to three meters.

"boom--"

Feeling the heat wave and impact from behind being blocked by the bodies of the Tiger Claw gang members, Carl's right hand, which was originally holding Zhongye, loosened slightly. His index finger left the trigger, and his middle finger lightly hooked it, and Zhongye slid into his sleeve along his wrist.

Zhongye had twenty bullets, but Carl had only fired twelve just now, so he had eight bullets left. Naturally, he did not empty the magazine. The reason why he took back Zhongye was very simple, because he wanted to free up his hands.

The single-molecule line is already flashing brightly.

With his index and middle fingers each holding a single molecule line, Carl paused in his explosive sprint, tapped the ground with his feet, and spun his body in a circle.

"call out--"

With a sound of something cutting through the air, all the Tiger Claw Gang members where Carl arrived were neatly cut in half from a height.

"KK rushed in!"

It was not until this time that the member of the Tiger Claw Gang who was not covered by the single-molecule line range uttered this sentence "extremely slowly".

Apparently, they were slow again.

When they realized that KK rushed into their midst and waved the single molecule wire to eliminate a group of people, the only thing left among them was a small cylinder that just happened to burst into light as they looked over.

X-22 flashbang.

It is also a very common throwing object on the market.

Under the fierce impact of the bright light and loud sound, every member of the Tiger Claw Gang who looked in the direction of the flash bomb was caught in the dilemma of blindness and tinnitus.

The loud noise and dazzling light that were too close even pricked their nerves, causing blood to flow out of their mouths and noses unconsciously due to the tremors.

Obviously, these Tiger Claw Gang members who were equipped with sophisticated prosthetics no longer had sufficient strength to install an artificial eye that could withstand strong light and an artificial cochlear implant that could withstand vibrations. When facing the flash bomb, they lost their ability to resist.

A group of blind and deaf people stood in front of Carl. Even if they had extremely sophisticated prosthetics, what was the difference between them and chickens?

“Puff—Bang—”

The constant sounds of cutting flesh and gunfire rang in the ears of the Tiger Claw Gang members, and when they finally recovered and noticed the sounds, they saw that the Tiger Claw Gang members closest to the center of the flash had all turned into corpses.

Nearly thirty people have fallen.

But KK's trace disappeared.

"Sometimes I think that I might be in need of weapons of mass destruction. It's okay in a one-on-one fight, but it's troublesome to deal with a large number of people." When they heard Carl's complaints, Carl had already pulled Yinglong and Qianxin out of his arms and waist.

Yinglong is aiming automatically with his left hand, while Qianshin is fully charged and ready to go with his right hand.

"I'd better use the quick gun."

Along with the sound, bullets rained down on the Tiger Claw Gang.

Yinglong has 45 bullets in a magazine, and Qianxin has 20 bullets.

In total, sixty-five rounds.

Before the Tiger Claw Gang was damaged, it had a total of sixty-five members.

So Carl targets Kenshin on the Voodoo Gang, who are struggling to fight off the madness of their fellows.

Two seconds later.

Karl put Qianxin and Yinglong down.

The bullets haven't been used up yet.

But it's no longer necessary.

In the sea of ​​fire, smoke and an environment filled with the smell of blood, Carl was the only one still standing.

There are eighty people. Will it take eight seconds to solve the problem, or ten seconds?
Carl thought about it for a moment. If he started counting from the moment the Tiger Claw Gang member rushed forward, then it should be ten seconds. If he started counting from the moment he dealt with the first Tiger Claw Gang member, then it should be eight seconds.

Their strength is similar to that of Arasaka's special operations force, which means that if I want to break through the eighty-man mark, no, only counting the Tiger Claws, there are sixty-five people.
Does it take me eight seconds to break through Arasaka's 65-member special operations team?

"Click."

Carl took back Yinglong, but was a little slow.

If it was Adam's Hammer, it should be faster in this environment.

"Om-"

Carl heard a sound and looked in the direction of the sound. He found a hovercraft parked high up. A person holding a camera, who looked like a journalist, was staring at him in disbelief.

Carl completed the hacking of the camera equipment in an instant.

From the record time.
Sixty seconds, read the first second and listen to the sound.

'There's a sudden pileup ahead of us.'

It seems that the reporter who was about to take a picture of a street accident happened to take a picture of himself.

During the battle, my mind was too distracted and I didn't pay attention to the heights. In order to avoid being at a disadvantage, I had to adjust myself early.
Carl put Kenshin in the gun bag on his waist, looked up at the hovercraft and reporters high in the sky, and smiled at him.

Then, he turned and walked into the alley where the Tiger Claw Gang members rushed out.

To avoid any residue, go in and search.

Watching KK walk into the alley where it was difficult to film, the journalist holding the camera finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He breathed desperately, as if to make up for forgetting to breathe the previous moment.

KK It is undoubtedly KK
The journalist looked at the recording device in his hand, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock and disbelief to distortion, and then to ecstasy.

What did he photograph?!

He filmed KK's street fight!
Thank God, as a journalist, he had installed a super dream recording device, which means that the whole process just now was not only recorded by the camera, but also by himself!
"I found some big news!"

After this excitement of professional ethics, the next excitement for journalists is
"I'm going to make a fortune selling Mewtwo!"

(End of this chapter)