Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Under Lucy's attack, the head of a Vortex Gang member exploded, emitting black smoke. This was a complete failure of network defenses, resulting in his brain being roasted.

Ke Ling pushed off with his feet and charged forward towards the thugs from the Whirlpool Gang.

After being sprayed with bullets by V, these guys scattered again to take cover, but they still showed no intention of retreating.

Faced with Ke Ling's sudden appearance, one of the thugs raised his arm, revealing a projectile-launching system on his arm.

"Crack!"

With a soft bang, a high-explosive projectile was poised to fire.

"Zizzizi!"

As a result, before the projectile could even be fired, smoke began to rise from the arm of the vortex gang member.

It was Lucy who temporarily disconnected the projectile launching system, causing the prosthetic body to malfunction.

"Qiang!"

Ke Ling swiftly swung his knife, cleanly slashing the neck of the Whirlpool Gang member, knocking him to the ground with his neck twisted in an exaggerated manner.

"Bang bang bang!"

Jack Wells and V kept firing, suppressing the remaining two Vortex gang members.

The two Vortex Gang members took a lot of armor-piercing bullets, but were basically not seriously injured. However, they didn't stay jumping for long before Ke Ling swiftly cut them down with a few blows.

Ke Ling was really aiming for the neck with every strike, which meant he had mastered the essence of the breathing technique's sword form. After all, when killing a ghost, cutting other parts was useless; you had to cut the neck.

Ke Ling's knife wasn't sharp enough to cut through subcutaneous armor, but he was strong enough that even with subcutaneous armor, a single slash from him would be painful, let alone a direct cut to the neck.

The two unlucky guys had their necks bent so badly on the spot that their cervical vertebrae were broken. As for the others who weren't killed instantly, Ke Ling stabbed them a few more times.

"This subcutaneous armor is really tough."

As Ke Ling finished off the enemy, he couldn't help but remark that if it were someone without subcutaneous armor, their head would have been chopped off long ago.

"You should get a new Jianli knife; this one is terrible."

Lucy approached Ke Ling and began to complain, pulling out the Jianli monomolecule thread in her hand.

Monomolecular threads are stealthy and deadly weapons; their blades are only the size of molecules, making them look like threads.

But don't underestimate this single thread; it can withstand a load of up to 1360 kilograms, and cutting through the braided armor is as easy and smooth as cutting butter.

"You're right, it really should be changed."

Ke Ling nodded in deep agreement; these words resonated with him.

He really needs to replace this sword. Although Urokodaki Sakonji highly praised it, in this world, it's just a piece of junk.

But to be honest, good swords are really expensive. The Genio monomolecule line that Lucy has would cost tens of thousands of euros.

"Putting aside Kenli's swords for now, you can start by using Kenli's flamethrower."

V started picking up trash again. Ke Ling had just finished off the enemy, and V was following behind picking up trash—it's a good habit.

She picked up the flamethrower that the Vortex Gang members had used before, a hint of surprise on her face; this thing was actually made by Kenley.

"I found a treasure while picking up trash."

Ke Ling's eyes lit up. Jianli's flamethrower could fetch a lot of money, possibly more than he would make from this job.

Kenjiri, short for Kenjiri-Adachi Military Industries, is a Japanese company formed by the merger of the Kenjiri family and the Adachi Corporation. It primarily produces high-quality close-combat weapons and flamethrowers.

Of course, they mainly sell individual melee weapons, since the Kenjiri clan has made a living by blacksmithing for generations, but for some reason their flamethrowers also sell quite well.

"I've really struck gold! Hahaha!"

V smiled happily. This is the joy of scavenging. As long as you persevere, you might just find a big one.

"Stop talking, come and lend a hand, we need to pack this guy up and move him away."

Jack Wells drove Thrace over, carrying a large bag, and walked toward the victim who was bound to the wooden cross.

"Damn it! How am I supposed to start?"

Seeing the man's miserable state, Jack Wells cursed.

"For the sake of money."

Ke Ling walked over, barely suppressing her drool, and helped Jack Wells out.

Unfortunately, Lucy was clearly resistant to this and pretended not to hear it, while V, the money-grubber, was holding Jianli's flamethrower and looking confused.

"The risk level for this deal shouldn't be this high."

As he stuffed the intestines back in, Jack Wells grumbled, "If a normal team were doing this, they probably would have all failed here."

"really."

Ke Ling nodded. These bastards from the Vortex Gang were not people that ordinary people could deal with, as evidenced by the amount of experience points they gained this time.

[Ding! Experience +105.]

[Ding! Experience points full, level increased to Lv4, current experience.]

[Gain 1 attribute point.]

[Gained 1 skill optimization point.]

Ah~~~

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Chapter 84 Newcomers Join the Team

Seeing that this upgrade included a skill optimization point, Ke Ling finally felt relieved.

Two levels equal one skill point, and three levels equal one skill optimization point. These can be obtained by leveling up, which is more stable than other methods.

Ke Ling wasn't in a hurry to use it. Who knew what kind of optimization would result? It would be safer to wait until he was alone before using it.

The victim's body was stuffed into a sack, wrapped in several layers, and Jack Wells, pinching his nose, threw it into the trunk.

The new car, which had been in use for more than ten days, finally couldn't escape its fate of being used to store corpses. The owner was a cyber vagrant, so there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Let's go quickly, lest the Whirlpool Gang come looking for us later."

Jack Wells greeted the crowd, he was very cautious.

Unlike other gangs, the Vortex Gang is divided into many smaller groups within their own territory, each responsible for managing criminal activities in its respective area.

Depending on their status and division of labor, a gang can have as many as dozens of members, or it may only have four or five.

Larger groups are responsible for major tasks such as raids, killings, and protecting valuable goods, while smaller groups are responsible for patrolling their own territory.

The members of the Vortex Gang were an independent small group, and they were obviously on the periphery, with little status. Their territory was even located on the edge of the industrial zone in the north of the city.

But no matter what, this group is still part of the Whirlpool Gang. If they really attract the main force, they'll be in deep trouble.

The mission is complete; getting out of there now is the right thing to do.

"Come right away!"

V called out, but she was still picking up trash. She then set her sights on the "projectile launcher" and was trying to figure out how to get it down.

"Damn! That's really sturdy!"

V bared her teeth and struggled to pull it down. She wasn't a technical expert, so she couldn't disassemble the prosthetic body on the spot. She wanted to pull the whole arm off.

"Lucy, lend her a hand."

Ke Ling didn't go; it would have been just as difficult for him anyway. Lucy's monomolecular line, however, could be of some help.

Lucy did not refuse. She went over and waved her hand, flicking out the monomolecular wire in her hand, which hit the arm.

"Crack!"

With his arm severed at the root, V, who was holding onto the arm, almost stumbled.

"Thanks, Lucy."

V smiled, thanked Lucy with satisfaction, and then, holding the arm, went back to the car with Lucy.

Actually, the subcutaneous armor on these guys could be sold for some money, but it's too much trouble to deal with.

With this quality, and being made from secondhand leather, it's difficult to sell, and the costs and benefits are disproportionate.

V has always focused on recycling waste and is keen on collecting trash to sell for money, so he naturally knows what kind of things are worth collecting.

"Put your thing away properly."

Jack Wells cautioned, "Don't make a mess inside the car."

"Don't worry, it's in a bag."

V gave a thumbs up, his face beaming with joy; this trip had been incredibly profitable.

The flamethrower from Jianli can be sold as new, while this projectile launcher can be sold or kept for personal use.

"Sell it. I feel the quality isn't very high, and it's prone to malfunctions."

Lucy offered a helpful suggestion: it's not a big deal if the thing just malfunctions and can't launch, but it would be fun if someone detonated it right in someone's arm.

Regarding prosthetic bodies like these, Lucy's sincere advice from a hacker's perspective is to buy a more expensive one, at least for better security.

While Night City residents die in many ways, being killed by one's own cybernetic implant is definitely one of the most pathetic ways to die.

"Makes sense."

V listened attentively and nodded seriously, after all, she had also seen Lucy hack the projectile launcher.

The four of them drove to the designated location, placed the sack containing the body, and the middleman sent someone to pick it up. The money was immediately deposited into their account.

"Very good, let's split the bill."

Jack Wells distributed the money to everyone, $7500 each, which was not a small amount.

But when you think about facing eight cyber lunatics from the Vortex Gang, the money doesn't seem enough.

“This middleman pays little but causes a lot of trouble. I’ll have to be more careful next time I work for him.”

Jack Wells grumbled, saying that if he had known the enemy was the cyber madman from the Vortex Gang, he definitely wouldn't have taken the money.