Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 250 Holy crap! [5.5K views]

There is something in this world that is quite ridiculous.

When everyone is following the rules, and someone is trying to trade according to the rules by leveraging their power, they find that there are some hotheads who completely disregard the rules.

Hector was perhaps the fastest-dying and most incomprehensible of the Valentino gang's rookie executives.

Anyone who first sees a girl like Rebecca wielding a large gun would instinctively assume that her cute round face and the colorful, toy-like objects in her hands are harmless—by the time Ironclad reveals its power, it's too late…

"I—damn—"

Whether it was the Valentino gang or the Sixth Street gang members making exaggerated mouth movements, the flames from the Iron Bullet muzzle were like meteors suddenly exploding on the ground. The flames, mixed with various irregular shotgun shells, rushed towards the three outsiders from Haywood in an almost "splashing" manner!
boom!
The recoil from this thing caused Rebecca, who had one foot on the coffee table and the sofa, to lean back involuntarily, and the sofa also shifted slightly!
Once the slight ringing in their ears subsided and the rock music on the radio gradually increased in volume, everyone looked towards the spot where the guys Valentino's gang had brought in were standing...

Everyone had only one thought.

The trauma team was useless.

It was one thing for the two underlings to be rolling around on the ground, but Hector was leaning against the debris on the ground in a slightly "seductive" way, as if he had been knocked down from the side, with nothing above his neck!

Ironclad's bullets have many properties, and the unconventional weapons expert Rebecca added many of her own "ingenious touches" to the bullet and chamber structure; for example, rusty iron slag soaked in kerosene, and steel needles coated with harsh chemicals as they leave the barrel, all of which would cause unbearable pain to those who did not die at Ironclad's hands.

Because the clothes were still burning, the Valentino gang could only wail in agony, as tragic as killing a turkey on Halloween without a fatal blow.

Glug...

Some people swallowed hard upon hearing these cries of agony.

Rebecca's cool new shoes swayed gently on the coffee table, her small face, with features resembling those of a pop-and-dance girl group member, was filled with excitement.

"Home run!!!"

"屮!"

Rebecca excitedly waved her fist, and everyone then realized why this petite and weak little girl could wield such a weapon with terrifying recoil: it was all thanks to the gorilla arm that had been modified into a flashy, decorative prosthetic!

"what's the situation?"

One of the Sixth Street gang members whispered, "This girl... is she trying to cause trouble?"

Pila, with his legs crossed, turned to look at his younger sister's masterpiece and was momentarily speechless.

Rebecca's recklessness usually causes a lot of trouble, but right now it seems—no problem?

The violent gunman who started it all naturally heard the Sixth Street gang's whispers, so he mercilessly turned his gun on them, saying, "Feel the caress from your mother!"

"Depend on!"

The Sixth Street gang members standing by the counter were terrified; that idiot had actually predicted it!

The bullet left the barrel instantly!

Perhaps because someone had given them a heads-up, the group hurriedly climbed over the counter. The iron bullets instantly "gnawed" off a section of the wooden counter, sending debris flying everywhere. All that could be seen was the twin-tailed gunman, his face contorted with excitement and madness, recklessly pulling the trigger.

"Click-clack..." Rebecca had probably not caused such a ruckus on the streets in a long time. Her warlike genes were ignited, and she lost herself in the process. She fired her bullets so fast that she forgot to take out her spare weapon, the altered Shingen.

"not good!"

Seeing that the guy behind the counter was trying to retaliate, Pila's slender hand immediately pressed down hard on Rebecca's head.

Pila, smoking a cigarette, scoffed, "Damn, he's sure to cause trouble!"

Beside her, Qi Wei pressed down the brim of her retro hat, the cigarette butt on her mask glowing intermittently, and gracefully crossed her legs as she slowly bent down.

"Really..."

She muttered something under her breath.

A fraction of a second after they lowered their heads—

The sofa was immediately surrounded by a hail of bullets!

The cheap cotton and scraps of leather in the sofa created a snowfall of bullets and debris—the Sixth Street gang gunmen, skilled in their artillery and constantly moving, had one gunner holding a firing position while another assault rifleman searched upwards.

The Sixth Street Gang has absolutely no intention of taking on this mess!
So Rebecca and her group insisted on staying here no matter what...

Free bullets would surely obliterate everything living over there, leaving nothing unrecognizable even to its own mother.

Absolutely!

"Drag those sons of bitches out here!"

Perhaps a bullet damaged one of the radios, and the distorted, noisy music forced the Sixth Street gang leader to shout at the top of his lungs, but inexplicably he ended up singing a black-voiced tune.

Three Sixth Street gang soldiers, each carrying a gun and with prosthetic arms painted in the colors of the American flag, groped their way toward a pile of junk whose contents were no longer discernible...

One step, two steps...

The soldiers' hearts were in their throats!

As they advanced in search formation, they exuded the aura of veteran soldiers—in fact, they were once veterans who fought to protect the country, but had lost their so-called faith.

The reason why Night City gangs cannot be eradicated is largely because... the NCPD is completely powerless against gangs with such tactical prowess and cybernetic enhancements.

"Clear!"

The Sixth Street Gang's leader, who suddenly emerged from behind cover with his gun, was breathing heavily; he was so tense that the muzzle of his gun was swaying wildly.

A few years ago, he probably wouldn't have been so reckless.

But the decadent allure of Night City made him forget the most basic principle on the battlefield: don't cling to a gun and act like an invincible war god.

then.

A slender prosthetic hand suddenly gripped the top of his head!
The man in front of me had a long, narrow face, and his prosthetic eyes, modified to a non-human design, revealed no emotion. The slightly lewd and perverted mustache around his mouth gave him an icy chill...

"Sweetie, look inside Daddy's...is it clean? Hmm?"

The soldiers of the Sixth Street Gang roared.

But to no avail.

The moment Pira pressed the pistol against his jaw, he was already dead…

Pila shook off the sticky substance from her hands, let out a strange laugh, and quickly dodged to the side. In its wake came several well-made biological grenades. The fragments might not be fatal after the explosion, but the foul-smelling, thick green smoke was the real killer.

pat!

With one hand covering her face with the mask, all that could be seen of Rebecca were her two bright eyes looking around aimlessly.

"Wuhu!"

She drew her Shingen and fired wildly into the sky, knowing that the [Smart Connection] would make those miniature guided bullets fly to where they were supposed to go.

Qiwei's mask alone could filter out these things. The pale golden light flowed in the eyes of this slender yet tall woman. Those Sixth Street Gang members who tried to harm Rebecca would receive a "Christmas surprise" from cyberspace.

Cybernetic implants malfunction, weapons malfunction, prosthetic eyes restart, including memory erasure...

The swift and efficient hacking left the soldiers unable to retaliate as Rebecca, the ruthless gunslinger, took their lives. The bio-grenades hissed, emitting green gas, and the entire first-floor lobby was filled with suffocating, violent coughing sounds.

"Depend on!"

Pila glanced at his feet and saw a guy with the skin on his hands turned inside out, trying to grab his ankle.

Pila paused for a moment, somewhat taken aback.

Rebecca's bullet instantly killed the guy, and she pushed Pila away, dodging another bullet in the process.

"Are you fucking spacing out?"

Ever since he "lost" his sister once, Pila seems to be sometimes absent-minded. Looking at the ruthless expression on his sister's face when she was dealing with the enemy, a hint of relief appeared on his expressionless face...

But what they said was what they were saying.

"Did I need your help?"

The three-person team pushed towards the second floor with the speed of a ruthless bulldozer, and the entire first-floor population collapsed in less than five minutes.

At this moment, Rogue, who had been listening to the battle reports, finally understood why Rin had chosen to use these guys who came from the bottom...

Rules are what a company follows; that's why some things cannot be broken or established.

Only those rule-breakers who take a desperate gamble can reap unimaginable rewards!
Just then, Rebecca's excited shouts as she rushed up to the second floor came through the earpiece. She leaped high into the air, turned around, and fired a shot behind her. The recoil of the Ironclad made her nimble body leap up more than a dozen steps in an instant. This was the wonderful use of the Ironclad.

Rebecca never thought that guns needed to be well controlled; just fire and that was it. Only a coward couldn't control the gun!
"屮——"

"Turning the world upside down! Friends!"

"Huh!"

hard to imagine.

The effect of combining a soft, sweet girl's voice with these words.

But you could tell that Rebecca was very happy.

She was born to do this!
Pila, who was right behind her, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, shot and killed the pursuer behind Rebecca, cursing loudly, "She must have been corrupted by that kid!"

Qiwei's sharp leather shoes ruined a guy whose prosthetic eye hadn't been reactivated yet.

"Haven't she always been like this?"

Pira held up a gun.

"You don't know anything about hooking up with flat-chested old ladies!"

Qiwei shook her head, turned off a few cameras, and then walked up.

Aside from the Sixth Street Gang skull and Stars and Stripes combinations or other military-themed graffiti in the hallways on the second floor, there is a high-security gate at the end of the corridor.

Rebecca took the lead and blasted the lock off the thing with a few shots.

Pila, fearing her fierce sister might cripple the man before she could get anything out of him, quickly pushed aside the defiant Rebecca and kicked open the door—

"Don't kill me! Damn it!" Inside, two tanned beach beauties with skin that perfectly fit the North American redneck aesthetic were huddled together on the sofa, trembling.

Without a word, Pila, wearing a mask, kicked the two women twice, and they both passed out.

The guy behind the table was shouting, but all you could see were his trembling hands; he was completely pressed against the table.

Pila lunged forward and dragged the seemingly intimidating boss out from behind the table. The already tall Pila was now lifting the muscular man, whose feet were slightly raised on his toes…

"Don't!"

Pila's bad habit is that he likes to tease others. He leaned close to the guy's face, wanting to say something cool, but unexpectedly, the tip of his nose twitched first.

Everyone fell silent.

It lasted for several tens of seconds...

"Did you fucking pee?"

Rebecca behind him couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. Pila disgustedly moved the guy away, leaving his pants legs dripping.

The Sixth Street gang branch leader, whose smile was more like a grimace, begged for mercy as if in prayer.

"You...don't kill me! Whoever pays your salaries, I'll pay you three times! No! Ten times!"

"I have a huge business here! You can take it all!"

Pila's face twitched—

"us?"

It must be said that the possibility of a person's IQ surpassing Einstein's in a crisis situation does indeed exist.

The leader, nearly fainting from fright, screamed, "Legends! You are the legends of cyberpunk! Legends—please…"

Pila had an expression of enjoyment on her face.

No one asked him, but out of fear, he spilled the beans about his affair with Georgina... He even thoughtfully pointed out where the evidence was.

Even Qi Wei, who always thought she had seen plenty of spineless cowards, couldn't help but give this idiot a thumbs up.

They're really going all out to survive...

But if he's already said all this, what value does he still have here?

Pila was about to play when Roger urged, "The Sixth Street Gang knows and is backing away."

Rebecca kicked Pila aside, who was stroking his chin with a look of enjoyment, and pressed the iron bladder against the forehead of the kneeling leader with one hand!
"Damn it! Don't fucking shoot!"

"Aren't you working for the middlemen?"

Rebecca blurted out—

“Tell your brother that we were sent by that damn priest!”

Qi Wei: "..."

Pila: "..."

Upon hearing that it was a priest, the man immediately cursed, "That old bastard, that greedy bastard! I've never shortchanged him a penny! Why!?"

Rebecca already knew this guy was talking to other people. After taking his phone out of his pocket, Rebecca shook it. "So what if you know? The priest sent us. Once this deal is done, we'll go enjoy ourselves. Bye-bye!"

Bang!
Iron-Blooded took the guy's head in a second.

Rebecca looked at the phone in her hand, carefully tapped the hang-up button with her large, gorilla-like fingers, then breathed a sigh of relief and smashed the thing.

It doesn't matter whether it's his brother or Georgina listening on the other end—

The important thing is that the priest is now destined to take the blame.

Anyway, that's what Lin Yue said, and it seems there's no problem with doing it this way.

Suddenly, Pila shouted in anguish, "Don't hang out with that brat! You're a stranger to me, Rebecca!"

Qiwei kept wiping her forehead.

Honestly, Rebecca's IQ seems to have been artificially inflated these days...

Rebecca pouted, hugged her beloved Iron Gallbladder, and headed outside. "If you don't retreat now, the Sixth Street Gang will take you two to the rooftop as target practice, and they won't be responsible for anything!"

Qiwei, pulling along Pila who was screaming incessantly as if her heart was breaking, followed them down.

"Stop howling, that's what that guy said!"

……

Rebecca's twin ponytails danced wildly outside the car window as her smart weapon spat fire, dealing with the drivers and pursuers behind her. Falco's skills were not bad, but the Sixth Street gang's drivers were not the kind of group that could be easily shaken off by other gangs in Night City.

As we all know, combat vehicles have always been a favorite item for cyberpunks when they're doing commissions or selling things.

Because well-tuned, high-performance vehicles are often key to survival rates.

The Sixth Street Gang's combat vehicles and vehicle modifications are well-suited to the urban environment, and many cyberpunks want to find a decent one from this gang.

So while commenting on the new drivers who had caught up behind him, Falco skillfully used various cornering techniques to take them down.

It would be a lie to say there was no pressure, but everyone inexplicably trusted this honest and kind-hearted uncle.

"Hey! That's exactly what we did, wasn't that great, Lin Yue?!"

Rebecca is here today to take credit!
On the other end, Lin Yue's face on the holographic screen was a completely unreadable expression—

Rebecca's secret joy was hard to hide.

Lin Yue took a deep breath. "Awesome."

He was glad that he had a group of brave people willing to overturn the rules; at least at this critical juncture, hesitation meant defeat.

Rebecca chuckled twice and then casually hung up the phone.

That's how experts are.

Pila stood with her arms crossed, sulking in the passenger seat, her face extremely gloomy.

Falco felt as if the air conditioning around him had been turned on, making him feel chilly.

As luck would have it, a car belonging to the Sixth Street Gang soldiers suddenly appeared from the side and squeezed against Pila's car door. Through the glass, Pila could see the guy's furious expression as he twisted the steering wheel and spat out saliva.

Wow!
The car window opened, and Pila grabbed the driver who couldn't dodge in time and pulled him over!

"Screw you! I'm more annoyed than you! Damn it!"

The driver, who had been punched several times on the head by Pila, was already unconscious. As soon as Pila let go, the driver, like a dead dog, lost control of the car and crashed straight into the broken bridge on the side of the road, creating a roller coaster performance.

Falco seized the opportunity, executed a beautiful fishtail maneuver, made a U-turn in the opposite direction, and rushed into the side ramp, leaving behind a bunch of Sixth Street gang vehicles that couldn't brake in time and drove into the river like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The smile in Qi Wei's eyes was so faint that it was completely undetectable.

She silently reached out and tidied up the smart weapon that Rebecca had left scattered on the seat. "Perfect performance."

Rebecca thought Lin Yue and Qi Wei's positive reviews were rare, but she swore that she had only followed Lin Yue's ideas to carry out the plan—the reason she seemed smart was because sometimes not following the rules of problem-solving is wisdom.

She just felt great!
The old days are back.

The entire Night City will know about this super, super awesome cyberpunk who wears cool limited-edition sneakers!

Falco looked at the convoy, smiled, slowed down, and drove into Night City under the setting sun.

Looks like the new job I found in my next life is pretty good; the people under my boss aren't so rigid after all!
I feel good~

The melodious Texas folk song continued playing, while Rebecca's shouts faded into the distance—

"That's awful music, uncle! I want to listen to something with 'oh oh' sounds~"

……

Suzuki hadn't seen such a strong look of joy on his boss's face in a long time.

"Miss Rebecca and the others...?"

Lin Yue nodded emphatically.

Suzuki grinned. He knew back in Dogville that these cyberpunks would be his most reliable partners on this journey, and he had always trusted Rin's judgment.

Lin Yue had already made up his mind—

Rebecca can have as many pairs of training shoes as she wants, plus all the Cokes and sweet cocktails she needs!
"Suzuki, we seem to be following the rules too closely."

Sometimes family, friends, and lovers are like mirrors; their behavior and choices often give us a lot of insights.

The company's strong rules and logical thinking require that the consequences of everything be carefully considered...

Jenkins was eliminated in Arasaka's final game because he attempted to challenge the rules and disregarded the consequences.

Lin Yue tried to abide by the company rules because he didn't want anyone or anything related to him to head towards an irreversible situation again.

But now it seems...

For some things whose impact on the overall situation cannot be measured in the short term, decisive action should still be taken with a street-level mindset—it is impossible for people to always make the right choices, but it is a big mistake to stop making choices and not move forward!
"Suzuki, bring the hovercar over here."

"Let's go to my old friend Jerry's house for some tea—after all, he'll be needed to fight for control of the company, and we can give him a good talking to while we're at it... I'd like to know who gave him the tip."

Suzuki's expression grew even colder.

"Once things stabilize between Lord Lai Xuan and the company, this NCPD director who likes to gamble..."

He reached out and lightly slid his hand across his neck, making a knife-like motion, his words concise and to the point.

……

(End of this chapter)