I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Hey, Inflatable Man, what's going on here?" Martin walked into Isla Barros' office, sat down on the special chair, and moved his butt with satisfaction. There were everywhere on the territory of the Violent Bear Gang. It's a big guy, and even Martin is no longer so conspicuous.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. Although it is theoretically possible to create a super strong man like Martin by using technological means, adding implants, and replacing prosthetics, in fact, few people break through that limit.

There are several strong men in the Triple Extreme Gym who are about 2.2 meters tall, but the only one who is actually over 3 meters tall like Martin is the current boss of the Brutal Bear Gang.

"Don't call me an inflatable man. Although you hang out with Tang Ji, you are not Tang Ji. Don't think you are that great." Isla Barros's face was a little gloomy, and he rashly got involved in the feud between Tang Ji and the super human. , seemed to drive him to the edge.

His supporters seemed to be on the side of his opponents. There must be key points in this that Barros was not aware of, but he could not figure out how his enemies isolated themselves in one night.

"How about we practice together?" Martin asked maliciously: "Since I woke up, I haven't really interacted with anyone. I think you are quite big. Why don't you choose a different day?"

"You want to fight, of course you can." Isla Barros looked up and down Martin's metallic-shiny skin, took out a box of special large cigars from the drawer, which was as thick as a baby's arm, and threw it to After Martin paused, he continued: "But not now. Your boss requires us to do our job well, but now I'm in some trouble."

"Fuck, do you still want me to help you solve your trouble?" Martin heard the word "prostitution for free" from the other party's words. As a mercenary, he was severely allergic to these two words, so he interrupted directly: "Look for me It's easy to negotiate, the price is three million a day, and I won't do the job of a killer."

"Three million! Are you crazy!" Isla Barros punched the table hard, leaving a fist mark on the table on the spot: "I am working for you!"

"To us?" Martin's honest face was full of sarcasm: "I think you are not very smart. If you think about it again, who will you work for again?"

"FBAS Bureau? Federal Government?" As expected, Isla Barros had a not very smart expression on his face. He was deceived by Martin Sanye's appearance.

"Think carefully about our attitude towards people like you." Martin was too lazy to play charades with him. He picked up the blowgun on the table and lit a large cigar: "Do you remember when we were cleaning up garbage in Night City half a year ago? That’s our biggest pastime at the end of every mission.”

Of course Isla Barros remembered that Tang Ji was crazy at that time. He would suddenly appear every once in a while and kill people according to the list he didn't know where he came from. They were all famous people on the street.

In the end, the Dead Gang disbanded, the Valentino Gang gave in, the Tiger Claw Gang changed its leader, and the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau and the prison also underwent major changes.

"Tou now has more interesting enemies to deal with, and his position has been elevated by you. It's a bit cheap to come to the streets to cause trouble for you, but if you give him a chance to get angry, he will definitely be very happy to return to the streets and become a law enforcer. ." Martin watched Barros explain the meaning clearly: "So you are not working for us, you are working for yourself, inflatable man. If you do well, you won't get any results. If you don't do well, you won't. Death, it’s that simple.”

"I supported Tang Ji at that time!" Isla Barros' eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe there was such an unreasonable thing in the world, and he hesitated to express his reasons.

But Martin didn't care at all. He just said to Barros in a sinister tone: "Guess, if someone didn't support him at that time, would he have been able to walk out of that safe house alive?"

"Or do you think that we are the kind of official who handles cases with documents and needs to take into account the social impact?" Martin left the stunned Barros and turned towards the door: "We have killed more people in the past four months than your entire gang. There have been more than ten years in the past, what are you thinking about?”

Martin finally found an opportunity to put it on his head. He felt so refreshed that he didn't even hear the warning issued by the Saint on the communication channel.

"There are armed personnel." After the saint finished speaking, a dozen muscular men with heavy firepower poured in at the gate of the Sanzhong Extreme Gym.

Intensive firepower instantly covered the equipment area with the largest number of people, and no matter how strong the muscles were, they could not withstand the 6.8MM caliber submersible bullets.

The members of the Violent Bear Gang who were loyal to Isla Barros instantly arrived in large numbers, and the few prosthetics with armor fillers implanted under their skin found it difficult to withstand the opponent's firepower.

The attackers were very familiar with the terrain here, and their purpose was very clear, that was Isra Barros' office, and Martin, standing in front of the office door, became their last obstacle.

These people did not hesitate and shot directly at Martin. The firepower of more than a dozen guns instantly suppressed Martin's ability to raise his head. He could only raise one arm to block it in front of him.

The sound of metal colliding is endless. Although the ability of [Eater Survival] is not like Tangji and Surte's abilities, it can make anyone who sees it for the first time so surprised that they can't open their mouths from ear to ear. However, at the Lost Mountain Base, the person responsible for research There are far more researchers on Martin's project than there are on Sirte's project.

Because everything that happened to Martin can be 'understood' by the current level of human technology. Researchers can see all the changes in detail through the changes in his blood, muscles, and bones, and conduct human intervention in the process, so Martin The progress is also much faster than others.

He is like an expensive stallion that has been carefully raised. What needs to be supplemented and how to supplement it are all accurate to the milligram.

Martin's skin has a metallic sheen because it does contain some metal. Not only the skin, but also the dermis, muscles, bones, and even nerve tissue under the skin are infiltrated with various ingredients.

For this reason, Martin not only consumed a large amount of metal powder, but also chewed rubber and plastic, and the water he drank was mixed with ceramic powder.

This inhuman diet made Martin's body not only grow in size, but his physical strength and reaction speed also increased.

The bullet hit his skin, just like hitting composite armor. The skin assumed the initial defense responsibility. It was both strong and tough, and completely kept the tissue intact under the impact of the bullet.

Then there are the muscles. In this battle between muscles and metal, Martin's muscles play a supporting and buffering role. When the toughness of the muscles is compressed to the extreme, they tighten instantly and become as solid as metal, directly deflecting the bullet. .

The final effect was that the muscular thugs with guns each finished a magazine, while Martin still stood there, with his two long legs one after another resisting the impact of the bullets.

The few bullets that were not deflected and were severely deformed and directly stuck in the muscles fell to the floor with a clatter as Martin moved.

The entire gym became quiet as the gunmen's firepower interrupted. Although the gunmen were shocked by Martin's defensive power, they did not give up their plan to attack. They were just waiting for backup after confirming that their firepower could not solve the target.

In this era where superhumans are everywhere, anyone who wants to do great things must have a strong enough heart, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble due to various accidents.

For example, the current group of gunmen, in order to ensure that they could kill Isla Barros' bodyguards with subcutaneous implants, they deliberately chose firearms and bullets with better penetration effects, but they encountered Martin.

But fortunately, they are just assaulters. The real firepower is behind, a whole team of elite violent bears equipped with exoskeletons and heavy firepower.

Yes, this is a civil war. Onlookers only need to look at the size of the two warring parties to determine that this is a civil war, because the men and horses on both sides are so damn strong!

As another heavy truck crashed into the gym door in a self-destructive manner, the war also entered Gao Chao.

The truck compartment opened to both sides, and six strong men equipped with mammoth exoskeleton armor jumped out of the truck in groups of three or three. The heavily armored soldiers, who weighed nearly a ton, became the most dazzling presence as soon as they appeared.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Martin, who had a set of this kind of exoskeleton himself, gave up on the spot. He turned around and slipped into Isla Barros's office. No matter how strong and resilient his muscles were, they couldn't bear it at this stage. 15MM caliber machine gun.

And that thing is not only twin-mounted, but also has a rate of fire of up to 1,200 rounds per minute. The impact of the bullets alone can press Martin against the wall and rub him to death.

"Saint! Are you dead?" Martin glanced at the equipment bag he threw in the equipment area, and his old face turned red.

He had to admit that he was careless.

During his time in Lost Mountain, Martin had the illusion that he was already the third oldest person in the world. He was not afraid of anyone except Tou and Soult.

And given time, it may not be possible to get one more player forward. No matter how fast Soult runs, if he can't penetrate his own defense, just treat him like a fly.

Of course, this kind of thought can only be kept in the heart, because once he gets serious about it, even the saints can make him drink a pot, and those crazy people in the laboratory help him normalize nanowires.

Although nanowires are extremely expensive and cannot be industrially produced and can only be synthesized in laboratories, the Lost Mountain Base is undoubtedly a super large laboratory, and they have enough output for the Saints to squander.

"You're still alive. I just counted for you how many shots you took. Wouldn't you hide?" The saint's voice appeared in the headset and the gym at the same time.

Martin looked out again and saw the saint getting up from the top of the truck in a leisurely manner. He shook his hands vigorously and then spread them out to both sides. His whole body looked like a large cross.

Hearing the saint's voice, a strong man wearing heavy exoskeleton armor turned his head hard to try to see the direction of the source of the sound.

This may be a bit difficult for the Mammoth wearer. In fact, the best option is to imagine yourself as a tank with a limited turret turning angle. Turning should use the lower body as the axis and turn as a whole.

So the saints had plenty of time to epitaph these people with their favorite Bible verse: “The ax is laid at the root of the tree, and every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the saint fell backwards and fell from the back of the truck.

One end of the invisible nanowire was connected to the dagger nailed not far ahead, and the other end was connected to the special hook on the saint's wristband. As he fell backward, the nanowire was suddenly straightened.

Six elites equipped with heavy equipment rarely seen in the street wars of Night City were cut into twelve parts in an instant. Both metal and flesh were cut off by nanowires at that moment.

In terms of cost, it is difficult to tell whether the two single-use nanowires, which are more than four meters long, are more expensive, or whether the six Mammoth heavy-duty exoskeletons are more valuable.

The only thing that is certain is that the simple battle that the Saints just fought caused a total of more than 20 million federal coins in battle losses.

The saying that war is about money is vividly reflected here.

"Thank you for your patronage, the two of us will pay five million each. No counter-offer, otherwise we will leave now." Martin put a hand on the door frame, turned to look at Isla Barros, and showed his dazzling white teeth: "I I mean every day!”

"In the name of the FBAS Bureau?" Isla Barros swallowed: "It is best to have a written contract that can issue invoices."

"Rogge, do we also have to register?" In the Afterlife Bar in Night City, free mercenaries gathered together to discuss the new version of the "Superhuman Registration Act."

The speaker was naturally a superhuman, and his status in this industry can be roughly explained in one sentence - the cocktail named after him has been written in the bartender's mixing book, and now he is just waiting for him to burp one day.

"Yes, there is no negotiation. As long as you want to take tasks from me in the future, you must be registered." Rogge sat in the booth and replied without raising his head: "Otherwise, next time Tang Ji comes here, you can drink Now it’s time to drink Rogge.”

"Hell, we helped him last time!" The free mercenaries of Night City have always been civilized by fighting against the system. They are wary of any policy with coercive measures. They firmly believe that today they are superhumans, and tomorrow they will be everyone. This simple truth.

"Roger, I have a reward for this bill. Can you hang it?" A mercenary wearing a disguise mask sat on a chair and asked directly: "If you don't agree, I will hang it on the underworld." .”

"Whatever, I don't have any tasks here that I can't fail." Rogge didn't even look at the other person, but just picked up the wine glass with a smile on his lips.

She didn't expect that anyone would dare to openly oppose Tang Ji, but Tang Ji's previous domineering behavior did make Rogge a little dissatisfied. A sideline confrontation like hanging up a task was very suitable for expressing her attitude.

"In that case, Rogge, I want to cancel the mission." The mercenary stood up and gestured to Rogge: "I'm afraid I need to use your safe house this time too."