Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 581 194. Ding
"Fuck, they really came to my door. I thought they were going to rush to the checkpoint or something, but I didn't expect to find them here."

The man who set up the checkpoint at the stadium and brought the Phantom Hound for temporary control was named Bennett. His name was very common, but in Dog Town, with the Phantom Hound, it would only refer to one person, and that was former New American Lieutenant Colonel Chester Bennett.

This man, who people think is rude and undisciplined, is loyal to Hansen. As Hansen established the Hellhounds, he also served as the commander of the armed forces. Now he is holding a technical weapon and shooting at the thieves caught by him and his men in the distance.

"F*ck you, F*cking CIA, F*cking New America, screw you!"

In Bennett's eyes, the faces of the two people shuttling between the combat robots were constantly changing. He knew that it was the projection chip that caused light distortion due to high-speed movement, but it didn't matter even if he couldn't see the faces clearly, as long as he could see the movements clearly.

The guys from the Joint Intelligence Bureau are really nimble, and their skills are definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Bennett had actually heard Hansen's instructions. Although Hansen knew that it was the CIA who stole his things, he seemed reluctant to confront the CIA directly. His instructions were to control the CIA personnel if possible, obtain the chips from them, and then use the captured CIA personnel for transactions. However, Bennett obviously did not listen to him.

Not that Bennett had anything against Hansen.

In fact, he was loyal to Hansen, but that was just his style.

As early as when he served in the army, he was known for his lack of discipline and sadistic tendencies. If Hansen had not intervened, he would have almost been charged with "war crimes" for his extreme behavior and imprisoned. After leaving the new United States, his behavior in the Hellhounds became even worse, and even his subordinates' respect for him was mixed with fear.

If a man like him who acts crazy had not been in the Netherhounds, he would have been the number one thug in the Animal Gang. And this kind of personality also destined him to lose his mind easily and get completely "over the top" when taking action.

He even ignored the importance of the chip and directly ordered his subordinates to open fire at full speed, without caring at all whether the chip would be damaged during the operation.

Perhaps it was because of Bennett's temperament that Hansen placed him in the core place of the Hellhound, the stadium. Who would have thought that the thief would come here and run into Bennett.

Bennett didn't even think about why he encountered thieves here. He just thought that based on the characteristics and action scans at the checkpoint, these two people with a 60% chance of being the criminals, so he ordered his subordinates to act without hesitation. As a result, he really caught the criminals.

On the other side, listening to Bennett's curses that were clearly full of hatred towards the CIA and New America, Carl raised his hand and threw an EMP grenade at the combat robot that first started machine gunning at him, while curiously asking Reed in the channel:
"Do you know this guy? He looks like the commander of this group of Hellhounds. Why does it feel like he's more interested in personal revenge than in arresting us?"

"Bennett, Chester Bennett, was once caught by the CIA abusing his subordinates, condoning their brutal behavior, and there may even be records of him secretly dealing with Arasaka. These things have been reported to the top. If Hansen hadn't come forward to protect him, he would probably still be in jail now."

"I see. That's why I was wondering why he worked so hard and led his men to go all out right from the start."

Carl understood. Looking at the battle robot that was shut down instantly under the effect of EMP, he raised his hand and used the shot that Kenshin had completed charging to smash the control core of the battle robot. "But fortunately, we are in a good position."

Karl's eyes swept across the second floor of the stadium: "That place is the warehouse, right? Go in there and take the elevator down to the road we are going. Li De, you go first?"

"Walk together!"

After Li De finished saying this, he shot and hit a grenade thrown by the Phantom Hound in the air. In the bright light of the explosion, his brown-black face that had stopped changing was illuminated. Then he flipped backwards nimbly, supported himself with one hand on a counter that was originally used to sell weapons, and exerted force with one arm. He actually jumped directly to the second floor by backflipping, and then he rushed directly into the open warehouse.

"You are quite skilled, Li De."

Carl had no time to comment at this time. He looked at the grenade that was thrown at him when Li De left and reached him, and took a breath. The roar of the explosion sounded, accompanied by the flames. Carl looked at the fragments that splashed towards him with the shock wave of the explosion, and exhaled the air he had just inhaled. Then, in the sight of the ghost dog, his figure suddenly became erratic like a ghost, flickered and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared at the door of the warehouse on the second floor that Li De had just entered.

"No need to give it away."

Carl smiled, and facing this man with a blurred face who was about to enter the warehouse to temporarily leave the line of fire, Chester Bennett reacted quickly.

He activated the Sian Westin, threw away the technical weapon that had been emptied of bullets during the shooting, pulled out the Tsunami Nue kinetic pistol that was placed at his waist as a spare, and pulled the trigger at Carl.

Bennett is a person who has experienced war. In his opinion, the man must have activated Sianwestin just now. Sianwestin can accelerate human neural activity. At the moment of stopping use, people often find it difficult to adapt to the acceleration of the previous moment, and their thinking will inevitably pause. This pause is enough for a bullet to penetrate the brain!
Bennett had used this hand to kill many enemy soldiers during the war, and he was doing the same now.

Bennett watched the bullets flying in the air, and then in a moment of sensory slowness, he threw away his gun, pulled out a saber from his trouser leg, and rushed forward.

Even if that person reacted and avoided the bullet, Bennett could still rush up with the saber and stab him while he was dodging!
Bennett's body chased the bullet, and then he watched the bullet fly around him in his peripheral vision, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Feeling his brain's difficulty in adapting to the normal passage of time for a moment, Bennett's Swansea Westin ended, but his charge did not stop.

Did it hit?

The moment his brain received the normal passage of time, the visual system fed back by his connected prosthetic eye told him the direction of the four bullets he had fired.

The scene before him caused his pupils to shrink suddenly, as if they were being tightly grasped by an invisible force.

Four bullets were actually stopped.

A palm, five fingers slightly opened, firmly clamped the deadly metal between the fingers. The red tip of the bullet due to high-speed friction was still clearly visible, as if silently telling the thrill just now, but the forward force of the bullet was abruptly stopped by the hand, just like no matter how sharp the sword is, it cannot shake the towering mountains.

“Good practice.”

A low voice of approval reached his ears, and Bennett's pace slowed down unconsciously. He was completely stunned by the scene before him.

Then, Bennett raised his eyes and saw an extremely clear smile on the blurry face - gentle, yet somewhat playful.

"You are quite capable. We can compete somewhere else next time."

Bennett suddenly came back to his senses after hearing the praise, and then he found that the man had disappeared from his sight, and all he could hear was the crisp sound of four bullets hitting the ground.

that person
Bennett was already sweating profusely.

'He's not from the CIA! ! '

(End of this chapter)