From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

A short distance ahead we came to the place where the scavengers were performing "surgery" on the victims.

Lifting the blood-stained translucent blue partition curtain, a disemboweled corpse lay quietly on the operating table. There were only two bloody holes left of his eyes, and his kidneys had long disappeared from the open abdominal cavity.

Chapter 151: The Great Purge (IV)

"These kidney-cutting bastards..."

Leo's scanner did not have the NCPD file scanning program loaded, so he could not retrieve the victim's information from the database. He could only tell from his body covered with traces of drug use that this man was probably just an ordinary citizen living in poverty.

Now, he was lying here, and I didn't know if he had any family left.

"Are you OK?"

He didn't move for too long, which made V a little nervous.

She covered the dead man's face with a clean sheet to prevent his empty eyes from looking into Leo's eyes.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little down."

Leo reached out and covered the unknown dead man with a sheet. His disgust for the scavenger had already escalated into hatred.

"When I am in power, I will kill all these sons of bitches and hang them on stakes to dry, as a warning to those who come after me."

Jack came over and patted his shoulder vigorously, saying soothingly: "It's a good idea, but the scavengers in Night City are like cockroaches. You kill one batch, and the next batch will pop up in a few days. The upper class needs healthy organs, and the mercenaries need cheap prostheses. As long as there is profit, this industry will be difficult to eradicate."

"No, that's because the killing wasn't cruel enough."

Leo turned and left the operating table.

"Humans are different from goldfish. They have memories. As long as we kill them a few more times and let others see that they will lose their heads if they do this, they will naturally not dare to do it."

The members of Mann's team looked at each other silently, not wanting to interrupt on this topic.

They themselves often buy cheap prosthetic bodies from the "corpse collection team" and can be considered beneficiaries of this black industrial chain.

Noticing that Leo started to move again, the group formed a defensive formation with him as the center and advanced forward steadily.

On the way forward, we saw several more bodies of victims. There was even a victim without any limbs, hung on a rack by a huge iron hook, like livestock being processed in a slaughterhouse.

Leo felt nothing when he saw the fresh corpses of the scavengers, but his stomach churned when he saw these people.

That feeling... wasn't about wanting to vomit, but... about wanting to kill someone!

After carefully avoiding and breaking several traps, everyone advanced to the core area of the basement.

There was a monitoring room and a cold storage for storing organs. The remaining scavengers built a shelter with sofas and freezers and completely blocked the entrance, intending to fight to the last here.

"Who are you? Are you here to rescue people or what do you want to do?"

The leader of the scavengers, the "butcher", did not dare to show his face, and asked loudly from his room,

"If you want money, give me an amount! If you want something else, that's fine too. We can discuss it easily..."

Li Aoli ignored him and asked the people around him: "Can we use grenades to blow up the bunker? I think this building is quite solid and there is no fear of landslides."

V eyeballed the makeshift shelter and nodded quickly.

At this moment, Mann, who had been silent all this time, raised his hand and showed everyone his unusually large arm: "I installed a projectile launch system that can use built-in micro-missiles to directly blow up the bunker."

He knew he could achieve the same effect using tandem grenades, but he had to show off a little to impress the middleman so he would remember them when there was a job to do.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to come here today and only kill three minions.

Leo nodded, mainly because he wanted to see the power of this prosthesis with his own eyes. He remembered clearly that Jack wanted to install this last time.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Mann asked them to step back a little and find cover.

Then he stretched out his strong right arm, used his left hand as a stabilizer, and aimed at the scavenger's cover.

A few clicking sounds.

The back of his right forearm fully extended, the plate-like muscles moving like a carapace, revealing a projectile launching system hidden in the arm.

Leo turned on Krenzikov and saw everything clearly.

The thick golden muzzle was large enough to hold a baseball, and a miniature missile with tail fins was loaded behind the barrel.

This missile has the same shape as a large missile, but is much smaller in size.

Noticing the middleman L's gaze, Mann introduced in a friendly and slightly boastful manner: "Both of my arms are equipped with projectile launch systems. The left one is a shotgun, and the right one is a micro-missile. However, I can only carry three missiles at a time. More than that will affect my body balance."

After saying that, he suddenly opened fire.

The mini missile headed straight for the bunker, leaving a trail of white smoke behind.

Just at this moment, a bald scavenger was forced to look out to check the situation and happened to witness the horrific scene of a missile explosion.

Rumbling--

The indoor environment exacerbates the missile's destructive power.

The deafening sound waves and air currents made everyone hiding behind the shelters cover their ears tightly.

As for the scavenger who was bombed, his situation was even more miserable - the upper body of the unlucky bald man was blown into pieces and mixed with the wreckage of the bunker.

The other scavengers in the room were knocked dizzy by the explosion, and only the butcher with a higher degree of cyborgization could barely maintain his combat effectiveness.

But he already knew that he would not be able to escape today.

Those who can equip this kind of weapon are definitely not street mercenaries, but the elite among the elite...

Then fight!

I'd rather die with someone else as my scapegoat!

He put the Krenzikov he had taken from some unfortunate fellow into top gear and stepped out from behind cover with his beloved shotgun in both hands.

Ever since he learned that the enemy had professional hackers, he used all the grenades to make traps. This shotgun has become the most powerful weapon he has.

At this distance, as long as you pull the trigger, you will have no chance of escaping even if you have subcutaneous armor!

In the flying dust, he vaguely saw the huge guy in the distance. His physique, comparable to that of the big guys in the Animal Gang, basically meant that he had to say goodbye to the possibility of sneaking in secretly.

The muzzle of the gun protruding from his arm was undoubtedly the source of the explosive.

Projectile launching system!

The butcher recognized the deadly creature. He couldn't let it hit him again, otherwise he might not even have a complete piece of meat left.

Let’s die together——!

His right index finger was already tightening on the trigger, and in just a fraction of a second, he could make the enemy pay the price.

But at this moment, even a blink of an eye seemed too long.

He witnessed it—a shadow broke through the smoke and passed in front of him in an instant.

Four shrieks came from behind, so fast that they were almost connected.

Then, he was kicked in the lower back and the ground quickly enlarged in his field of vision.

He wanted to stretch out his hands to support himself on the ground, but found that there was nothing in front of him. His arms holding the guns had already fallen down and dropped to his waist.

Is that... my arm?

The ground continued to expand, and he clearly felt his nose touch the ground first, followed by his lips and chin. His skin rubbed violently against the rough ground, and his flesh was instantly torn apart.

The kick was so powerful that it caused him to slide face down for several meters, leaving a straight trail of blood behind him.

"Don't say I didn't take care of you. I'll leave this leading position to you."

He suddenly realized that the reason why he was not killed at that moment was to suffer more insults before his death...

Chapter 152: The Great Purge (V)

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despair--

The footsteps slowly approached, and finally landed right in front of me.

The butcher struggled to raise his head. The first thing that caught his eye was the multi-functional combat boots, followed by a full-body bulletproof vest with bulletproof armor plates, and a face that looked too young.

It was obvious that that face was not something that people of the lower class could possess; it was full of health, vitality... and hope.

"Ahem, puff..." He spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, a sinister smile on his face, "Hey, young master, you come to a place like this to experience life? It's a coincidence that there are no beautiful female corpses in this batch of goods, otherwise I could let you try something new. Let me tell you, even though it's cold——"

Bang!

The hard tip of the shoe made close contact with his right eye.

The powerful force directly kicked him blind, adding some color to his face.

The butcher gasped in pain, but was still smiling intermittently.

"Don't be angry, young master. I have never robbed a rich man like you in my life, so it is impossible for me to offend you. Can you let me be a clear-headed ghost and tell me why...?"

Leo looked at him coldly: "If you find a tick or a bedbug under the mattress, do you need a reason before squeezing it to death?"

A trace of hatred flashed across the butcher's face, and he stared at him with his only remaining left eye: "As expected of a rich man who is high up in the world, he is so arrogant. He doesn't even consider us low-class people as human beings."

"No, you're wrong." Leo retorted, "In my place, the lower class people are also human beings, but scavengers are not counted. You are just... some kind of creatures that look like humans. Living in the same city with you is simply polluting the air I breathe."

He raised the Yinglong submachine gun and pointed the muzzle at the butcher.

"The time for last words is over, it's time for you to get on your way."

"What a beautiful gun..." The butcher's eyes were a little confused. "Be careful not to get blood on it. It is more valuable than our lives. Hahahaha——"

Bang bang bang bang—! !

Fierce gunfire rang out, interrupting the crazy laughter.

A magazine of 45 rounds of smart ammunition, all shot into the butcher's head.

His head exploded directly, and the white brain matter was stirred wildly by the bullet, quickly turning into a sticky meat paste with a uniform texture.

Leo didn't want to use an exploding rotten watermelon to describe his head, because the watermelon was innocent and his head was countless times more disgusting than that.

Kaka-

Snapped.

The bullets were used up and the magazine of the Yinglong submachine gun fell off automatically and was gently caught by white fingers that stretched out from the side.

"Your gun also has an automatic magazine change function? Pretty advanced~"

V's voice came from the side, and he casually stuffed the empty magazine into his bulletproof vest pocket.

Leo knew she was worried about his mental state, so he tried to smile.

But it was his first time killing someone, and he still felt a little dazed.

"Mano!" Jack shouted and gave him a bear hug. "Congratulations! According to the tradition of Heywood, you have just passed the 'coming of age ceremony'. You will be a real man from now on!"

Leo's mouth twitched: "Has your coming-of-age ceremony become so exciting? You have to kill someone to become an adult...?"

Jack grinned, "No~ There are three kinds of coming-of-age rites - turning eighteen, killing someone, and the other one, which can't be done by one person, you know, come on!"

He patted Leo on the back twice and moved away with a smile.

As a native of Heywood, V also gave him a warm hug.

"Congratulations, you have learned the first rule of street survival - shoot the enemy."

Leo hugged her tightly, and the tension in his heart quickly eased.

After V let him go, Rebecca came over. She was not from Heywood, and because of her height, she could only offer her blessing by patting him on the back.

If it were just that, Leo would still be very happy.

But she should never, ever, pinch his butt hard when she was pulling back her hand - to be honest, V Zhentian was right in front of her, and Rebecca was trying to drag them both to death together!

Fortunately, V was talking to Pure White with her back to them, otherwise she would have had two more victories...

Leo felt guilty and looked around quickly.

Jack was checking the battlefield in front of him, not noticing what was happening behind him. The only people who could see the two's terrible interaction were... the members of Mann's team behind him.

He suddenly turned around and used his eyes to warn them not to talk nonsense.

Mann and Dolio immediately looked in different directions, pretending not to have seen what had just happened.