I give the world destruction and rebirth

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Two consecutive three-point shots killed one of the gangsters who came around from the left and injured one. Compared with these idiots who relied on luck when shooting, Tang Ji's shooting movements were like instincts engraved on his bones.

The prosthetic wrist has flexible material specially used to cushion the recoil, and coupled with the special excitation method of caseless bullets, the gun is as smooth as silk in Tang Ji's hand.

Just a face-to-face meeting, most of the guys under the bad-toothed driver who dared to attack and rush were killed, leaving only a little black guy squatting on the roof of the car who was nominally a sniper, but actually just had some shooting talent, and the man who was hiding behind him to control. Drone geek guy.

"Head, there are 1.5 million people!" the geek man said cautiously. He insisted that he was a mental worker and did not want to take bullets like the idiots in front of him: "Use your trump card!"

"You don't need to tell me, I know it!" Driver Shanya squatted behind a car angrily, a little angry, not because of the casualties of his men. When he got rich, he could have as many of these rotten fish and shrimps as he wanted, but in the barrage He really couldn't bear those words that mocked him.

"Open the warehouse!" the driver of Bad Ya gave the order through the intercom, which was also engraved with the logo of Military Technology.

Driver Rotten Tooth awakened as a superhuman six months ago, and his ability is a rare electronic intrusion system.

Although he only has a primary school diploma and his only understanding of electronic devices is to turn them on and off, his supernatural abilities are so unreasonable that when he awakens, he can instinctively crack the electronic locks of most devices.

The geek man took a fancy to this, so he abandoned his original job and followed him. The two of them worked together and spent several months learning how to bypass the protective wall of the ATM machine and got their first pot of gold. .

Last night, by chance, the driver of Lanya hacked into the military's communication frequency and learned the locations of several operational bases.

After hearing that the military had suffered a big loss early this morning, Driver Lanya emptied the equipment warehouse of one of the action groups in an attitude of seeking wealth through risk.

There's no use for those dead people anyway, right?

The large amount of military equipment caused the gang of Bad Tooth Driver to swell immediately. They used their own abilities to locate Tang Ji's patrol car and prepared to become famous.

"Come out, Optimus Prime!" Driver Rotten Tooth shouted, and before everyone started laughing, a crouched combat robot walked out of the truck compartment.

The rotten-toothed driver put on synchronized window glasses that emitted blue light, and put on a pair of silver-white mechanical gloves: "The game begins!"

He snapped his fingers, and the combat robot immediately stretched its body, rising from a height of less than 1.5 meters to about 2.2 meters. A variety of weapons were hung on the cylindrical mechanical arms on both sides.

"Fuck! It's Basilisk-3! The gangs in Night City have great eyes and hands!"

"This is more exciting than watching a movie! Come more!"

"I side with the law enforcers! Are there any friendly forces?"

"Bullshit law enforcer, he looks more like a killer than a killer when he shoots."

"What the hell do you know? These idiots are already killing you at your doorstep, why don't you let people fight back?"

Tang Ji also saw the whole process through the live broadcast. His scalp was numb and his heartbeat was faster than when he fought with the super human last night.

Tang Ji had been preparing for the battle last night for a year, preparing multiple battle plans on multiple preset battlefields, but today's encounter was completely unexpected.

Moreover, yesterday he had heavy weapons against the enemy, but today it was just the opposite.

Tang Ji had only seen the Basilisk-3 in advertisements from military technology companies before. It was a real killing machine. From the day it was designed, it was designed to create asymmetric attacks.

It is more powerful than it is not as flexible as it is, it is not as strong as it is more flexible than it, and it is not as cost-effective as it is stronger than it. This series has been a leading product in the industry from the beginning.

The one in front of me has obviously undergone some specialization and installed a large number of non-lethal weapons, such as metal capture nets, area incapacitators, etc., but it still retains the 9MM caliber minigun and micro-missile launcher.

When Basilisk-3 appeared, the enthusiastic spectators who had gathered to watch the excitement from a distance immediately dispersed. The residents of Night City had already figured out the size of the spectacle.

When to surround and when to disperse, I know better than any new law enforcer.

"Boss! The number of viewers has exceeded three million! The official account of Military Technology just rewarded us with 20,000 federal coins!" The geek man had already hid in the truck and stuck his head out from the co-pilot to look at the drone. Shout: "This is not an advertisement! We got the Basilisk-3 by ourselves and it has nothing to do with military technology!"

The rotten-tooth driver controlled the Basilisk-3 and pointed the machine gun at the geek man: "Shoot me! Little bastard!"

"I know! But someone from Military Technology contacted me via private message. If I don't clarify, our live broadcast room will be blocked!" The geek man was sweating profusely and was operating on two fronts, controlling the camera to capture the battlefield and dealing with public relations issues at the same time. .

"Come on! Damn anti-superhuman cop! Come and fight me one on one!" After Basilisk-3's increase, the rotten-toothed driver's voice echoed throughout the street: "I will nail you to the wall and make the whole city Each of the superhumans will give you a shot!"

"Head! The person in charge of Bliss Pharmaceuticals is offering 100,000 federal coins for you to get high before shooting!" The geek man stuck his head out again and shouted.

"What's the matter? What does Jile Pharmaceutical do?" The driver of Bad Ya was very irritable, feeling that his wise and powerful image was interrupted over and over again, which was unseemly.

"That's the one you smoke, the one with strawberry flavor." The geek man's words were forcibly interrupted by the toothless driver.

"No need to say more, I understand!" The driver with bad teeth took out an inhalation tube from his pocket, took a deep breath, and shuddered: "It's great!"

"Say something more!" The geek man wished he could replace him with his own body, so he could only make insinuations.

"What did you say?" the driver of Rotten Tooth asked back, and the somatosensory-controlled Basilisk-3 also turned back to look in the direction of the truck.

"Said today is a good day, suitable for hitting the road." A cold voice sounded in the ear of the toothless driver.

Tang Ji used his hands to hold the rotten-toothed driver's hands from behind, and the five fingers of his prosthetic limbs contracted, directly crushing the opponent's fat palms into a ball of mud, and the motion controller of the Basilisk-3 was also crushed.

"What the hell! How did you get to me!" The rotten-toothed driver with a synchronized window wanted to look back at Tang Ji behind him, but his jaw was immediately grabbed by an iron hand.

"Aim at your truck and fire." Tang Ji said while using his fingers to poke a hole in the cheek of the driver with rotten teeth: "Every time I count, I press one of your teeth into the gums. I have used it before. They all say this trick works.”

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