Cyberpunk: 2075

The Sixth Street Gang was born after the Fourth Corporate War among American veterans who were angry at the NCPD's long-term inaction. They claim to "bring justice to the city", but their actions are no different from other gangs. The total number of them is about 2,300, and among these people, Oliver is the newest one, and he has only joined the gang for less than a week.

Originally, as a newcomer, he should not follow the captain to Watson District, because everyone knows that the Sixth Street Gang has always respected the territories of other gangs and only wants to guard their own Santo Domingo, so they rarely set foot in other areas. However, this time, a batch of important firearms smuggled by their Sixth Street Gang were robbed when they were transported through Watson District, and their team happened to be around Watson District, so as the first people to track down the firearms incident, they rushed here as soon as they received the relevant communication.

However, what happened was still too exciting for the newcomer who joined the gang.

Who would have thought that not long after arriving at Watson's Little Chinatown, the Whirlpool Gang members who were negotiating with them opened fire on them because of a verbal disagreement. This was too barbaric. I had heard that the Whirlpool Gang was a group of lunatics who transformed themselves into monsters, but when they really met, they found that they were even crazier than I imagined.

Oliver's team had a total of ten people. The captain was shot in the head by a Whirlpool Gang member who drew his gun. In response, before hiding in the bunker, Oliver's team killed four people from the Whirlpool Gang. However, the Whirlpool Gang had a total of thirty people this time. This three times the number of people plus the crazy prosthetic transformation, even though most of the members of the Six Street Gang were from the military and were many times more elite than them, they were still beaten and couldn't lift their heads.

‘Damn it, damn it, damn it, I just joined the Sixth Street Gang because my dad was in the Sixth Street Gang. I have no skills and I joined the Sixth Street Gang just to make a living. My dad also found a capable captain to take care of me, but this capable captain died in the first mission. What a big deal! ’

If the appearance of the head exploding can be considered a talent show, then it can really be considered a skill.

“Plop.”

While Oliver was thinking about it, a teammate next to him was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground. His hands and feet twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Damn it.

Oliver quickly looked at his teammates around him and found that when he was muttering in his heart, there were less than four teammates left.

Where is the NCPD, where are the cops, save them, can’t you hear the gunshots here, save them.

Oliver actually wanted to escape now, but he knew very well the consequences of turning his back on the enemy and betraying his teammates. The former would only result in death, but if the latter was found out, it would be more than just death. At that time, even if his father had some status in the Six Street Gang, he would not be able to save him.

According to the rules of the gang, people who abandoned their teammates had to be tied up, and the family members of the abandoned teammates would enforce the gang rules. They would take a razor and slowly shave their chins from pink to red, and finally to white.

When Oliver was bored before, he read a book that wrote about "scraping bones to treat poison". It was described in a very manly way, but Oliver didn't want to experience it.

"Bang."

It's over, I'm dead!

When Oliver thought so, he found that the gunshot did not come from the side of the Whirlpool Gang, but more like from the side of the Whirlpool Gang and them.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Amid the chaotic gunfire, Oliver saw that four of the scums of the Vortex Gang in front of him fell down in an instant. They were suddenly attacked unexpectedly and screamed everywhere, even forgetting that they were facing them. Many of them stood up and wanted to find cover again.

Psychopath.

Oliver fired decisively. The shooting skills trained by his father since childhood allowed the bullet to find its place. After a few shots, several more thugs of the Vortex Gang fell down.

"Where are these people from? Are there so many bastards from the Sixth Street Gang!"

"Bang."

The guy with the loudest voice and the loudest shouting in the Vortex Gang was shot in the head, but he was hiding behind the cover.

"Fuck, smart weapons, Kang Tao stuff!?!"

Amid the panic shouting of the Vortex Gang, Carl was calculating the remaining bullets in his heart.

The Lexington in his hand has a capacity of 21 rounds. He fired a total of six rounds just now, killing five members of the Vortex Gang.

As for how Carl, who had never fired a gun before, could achieve such a result in his first shot, he could only say that he was cheating.

After the first shot, as he thought, all the data related to the gun had been stored in his mind, as well as a series of messy influences such as wind direction and temperature. After he fired the first shot, the second shot was like being automatically locked. When he raised his hand and pulled the trigger, he could know where the bullet would fall.

This feeling is like when playing games, locking a person with a cursor and shooting wherever you point, no, it is more comfortable than that.

The sixth shot used a ricochet to kill the Vortex Gang member hiding behind the bunker, which was Carl's attempt, and as expected, he could do this.

Watching people's heads explode under the muzzle of his gun, Carl did not have any adverse reactions. It is better to say that he has already thought about making these guys who disturbed him to eat breakfast go to hell.

Carl actually adapted faster than he thought. Not everyone can shoot and kill people in less than half an hour of traveling. He killed five people in one breath. The little devils in hell who couldn't collect souls had to worship him as an idol.

Hiding behind a trash can, feeling the "puff puff" sound of the trash can full of trash on his side, Carl felt that he had an inexplicable affinity with trash, no matter what kind of trash it was.

The recoil of the kinetic weapon was a bit strong. Although he had paid attention to holding both hands when shooting, Carl's hands were still numb from the shock. Fortunately, this numbness was also in the adjustment of memory, and it did not affect Carl's disposal of those bastards at all.

'Sooner or later, I have to learn the regular shooting posture and evasive action. ’

There weren’t many shelters where the Whirlpool Gang and the Sixth Street Gang fought. It would have been fine if they were only facing one side, but when they faced two at the same time, the Whirlpool Gang was no different from walking naked on the street. When Carl’s gunfire stopped, more than 30 members of the Whirlpool Gang had all fallen to the ground, and Oliver was the only one left of the Sixth Street Gang.

Carl’s slight anger had subsided.

The conflict was over, and the matter was resolved.