If there were more of them, it would be easier to say, but unfortunately there’s just over thirty of them, and they’ve lost both territorial advantage and hackers. How can they fight?
Lucy, who hacked into the local network, was releasing Demonic Puppet to disrupt the Scavengers’ counterattack while observing the players’ combat, amazed.
"These people... have improved too much..."
She rembered the first ti she saw the players fight was in Evil Land, where they relied solely on desperation and had very little combat experience.
Unexpectedly, wave after wave died, yet each new group beca more elite, stronger, more coordinated. By now, they could be pulled into Night City as a qualified team of rcenaries.
Under such blows, the Scavengers were almost routed, either tossing their guns to the ground, shouting
"I surrender! I surrender!"
Or jumping off the second floor, then climbing over the wall to escape.
One could only say that the Scavengers’ wall-climbing skill was as fluid as Comrade Li’s that night. The only regret is they didn’t live stream it, otherwise, the site visitors on the hopage might have sent so rockets to spice things up.
For those who surrendered, the poor warriors went up and kicked them one by one on the ground
"Get out of here, lie down with your hands on your head, don’t move."
One Scavenger, who shouted surrender, seized the opportunity as Brother Dao approached, and his arms sprung out with mantis blades for a swift slash.
Brother Dao’s vision blurred, and his left hand gripping the shotgun fore-end and the gun barrel was imdiately cut into two sections.
That Scavenger was Oster. To avoid hacker interference, he even disconnected his network.
After succeeding, he imdiately picked up the pistol he recently threw on the ground, grabbed Brother Dao by the neck with one hand, cut easily a blood mark on his throat with the blade on his hand back, and held the gun against Brother Dao’s forehead with the other hand. He threatened the surrounding advancing players and yelled sternly.
"Don’t co any closer. Anyone who does, I’ll kill him!"
Several players surrounding him were initially shocked, then quickly relaxed. Brother Ni even smirked playfully.
"Wow, soone actually used a hostage to threaten us."
The rcenary Simmons, whom they rescued, swallowed hard, and Jianxue who ran out with him ultimately couldn’t escape death. That guy refused to stay with the other victims and insisted on finding his suicide vest, ending up shot in the heart by the guards.
This made Simmons, who shared hardships with him and thought they were escaping alive, feel sowhat uncomfortable since he hadn’t had the chance to thank him yet.
And the combat capability of this group of people still surprised him, so he advised,
"Just forget about it. It’s not worth losing any more of your people for this guy’s worthless life..."
Who knew before Brother Ni could speak, a poor warrior standing opposite first opened his mouth, his lips curling in a nonchalant grin.
He raised his gun and stepped forward
"Crazy, killing them has nothing to do with ."
"Feel free to shoot, saves a bullet."
???
Oster was completely confused. Bro, weren’t you here to rescue people?
Weren’t you here to save your brothers?
How could a 37-degree mouth say such chilly words?
The advancing poor warrior made Oster a little panicked. Could it be that he guessed wrong, that these people aren’t here for a rescue at all?
He yelled angrily and fearfully,
"Are you comrades? Don’t co closer, I’ll shoot him dead if you do!"
Oster could feel the person he held hostage trembling.
Perhaps out of fear?
And Brother Dao cooperated by cursing,
"What are you babbling about? Aren’t you a cop?"
"Hee hee," so nearby players couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
Police?
This group is the NCPD?
Crazy?
You guys don’t look like NCPD one bit.
Not just Oster, even Simmons following the players was stunned, if NCPD had this consciousness, Night City would have long been harmonious.
And the poor warrior still advanced slowly
"Yeah, I was a report master in the police academy, killing you both, I can write anything."
He gestured with the pistol, hinting at Oster to hurry up and act.
Insane!
You say such things with so many people watching?
You think they’re deaf?
Indeed, anyone from the NCPD is no good, even darker than us Scavengers!
For so reason, with a mind filled with mush, Oster suddenly rembered that mad black doctor.
Was he as crazy as this?
Or are these people the real lunatics?
And Brother Dao, who had been held in his embrace all along, suddenly spoke.
"Yes, hurry and do it, or else he will really shoot."
Oster just then realized, clearly the person’s hand was cut off by him, yet he hadn’t made a sound of agony from the start, if it weren’t for the blood still dripping from the severed arm, he would’ve thought he cut a false hand.
"You... you... you shut up! Or I’ll kill you!"
Speaking, the mantis blade on his arm cut a little further into Brother Dao’s throat, blood flowing down the knife’s path.
Oster, holding Brother Dao, retreated little by little, heading toward the balcony, aiming to distance himself from the self-proclaid NCPD officer lunatic, and find a chance to jump off the balcony to escape.
But Brother Dao suddenly halted his steps
"When you say kill ... is it like this?"
Saying so, Brother Dao tilted his head even as the mantis blade pressed against his neck, allowing the sharp blade to cut into his skin, blood spraying more forcefully, even spurting directly onto Oster’s face.
The warm blood tainted his vision, the crazy reality clashed with this self-claid despicable Scavenger’s worldview.
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