Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Two minutes ago.

"Ha! The locals are amazing! Go eat shit!"

A Colby mule shuttled on the road at high speed, and the people in the back seat were even more delighted. They turned around and raised their middle fingers at the Six Street Gang who were left behind!

at this time

boom--

A motorcycle jumped out from behind the car like a rocket and headed towards the battlefield!

The person who raised the middle finger looked confused: "What is that? Did you see it?"

"It looks like a rocket?" The driver stopped his playful smile and looked hesitant:

Is that something that should be in urban areas?

But soon they knew what it was!

boom--

The second motorcycle rushed out of the corner and curved at an almost zero-degree angle.

It has to be said that judging from ordinary people's eyes, the driving trajectory of the second motorcycle is much more normal, at least it can be seen clearly.

But at such a speed, on such a rainy night, it is completely impossible to bend with this steering arc - it requires a true zero-degree angle bend to allow the motorcycle to turn.

Unless something pushes the car to provide centripetal force

boom!

The motorcycle suddenly burst into flames. The car even jumped up after being pushed so hard, and immediately returned to normal——

"It's a fucking motorcycle!"

The engine roared, and the motorcycle caught up with the 70-mph truck in an instant. The raindrops squeezed in through the broken windows of Colby's mule, and at the same time, Jack's cold gaze squeezed in:

Raindrops hit his helmet and slid down quickly. The so-called cold eyes were the red indicator light emitted by the eye sensor.

The red light looks dazzling and dangerous in the rainy night——

Because no one can ignore the terrifying armor on this big man!

The steel-covered knight raised his huge fist, and the two mercenaries on the truck raised their guns in horror: "Grass! They have individual armor!"

The driver stepped on the brake while raising the gun: raising the gun is a professional skill, braking is an instinctive reaction!

boom!

The guns in the hands of the mercenaries were extremely powerful, but the bullets hitting Jack's armor only slightly deformed the armor.

No effective damage was caused!

On Jack's side, 12 rounds of 14mm caseless bullets were divided into two rounds, all fired within 1 second, and all of them wreaked havoc in the small space of the vehicle body.

The collision between metals sparked a large number of sparks, and the already tattered car doors and windshield exploded instantly!

The car spun out of control under emergency braking!

呲——

The scratching sound resounded through the street, and Jack shook his head in annoyance: the direction of his prosthetic modification was not towards the extreme reaction, and it would be difficult for him to react to the braking at this speed and adjust his shooting.

The motorcycle slowed down rapidly, and Jack looked at his hands: he still had to use his strengths.

Thanks to the efforts of the driver, the Colby Mule miraculously got back on track after an exaggerated 360-degree spin.

Before I could finish enjoying the feeling of escaping from death, the car suddenly sank——

This sinking made their hearts sink to the bottom:

That guy is on the roof of the car!

boom!

In the second shot, Jack finished all 12 bullets in his other hand. The bullets penetrated the car body, broke the chassis, and caused a large number of sparks on the ground.

The driver was beaten to pieces by such bullets on the spot. The man in the co-pilot escaped, but his heart was already occupied by fear:

What should he do?

boom!

The huge fist smashed through the roof of the car, and the fist that accumulated heat hit his face, and his whole face was deformed and distorted.

His alloy skull prevented all the bones from being broken by this punch, but the deformed skull also squeezed the brain into pulp.

After the punch, Jack jumped back on the motorcycle.

boom!

The car exploded just after he jumped out of the way.

Past the exploding car, V caught up with Jack.

"Wuhu! So happy!"

V boldly let go of the motorcycle's handle and expressed his feelings loudly.

Jack also wanted to let himself go like this, but unfortunately his equipment didn't allow him to do too many moves.

So he could only pragmatically lean over and put his two arms on the interface on the side of the motorcycle to change ammunition.

"Haha!" V said to Jack after releasing it, "Do you know what those old haters from out of town looked like when they saw these equipment?

I looked like I had never seen the world, and I was afraid of what they would ask me next: How could you have a fight on the street like this? "

Jack chuckled: "To tell you the truth, I used to be a country bumpkin, and I never dreamed that I could ride such a treasure!"

"Who isn't?" V stood up even more boldly.

The electrostatic adsorption on her feet firmly fixed her on the car seat, and the car's built-in intelligent combat system maintained stability.

The rain hit her face, and she opened her arms as if embracing the heavy rain——

In the dark building, she could see the eyes of these residents looking at her: fear, disgust, envy, and admiration.

All kinds of emotions were projected towards her, but no matter what their views were, they were just a group of ordinary people who didn't dare to step out of the pigeon cage.

She suddenly remembered the ideal of a street boy that she always talked about:

She wants to be the most awesome in the city!

This is how the most awesome people should be treated:

Do whatever you want!

"Wuhu!! This is freedom!!!"

V opened her arms. The strong wind and heavy rain did not blow her over, but she seemed to be embracing the heavy rain.

call--

The wind howled.

"Grass"

On Woodhaven Street, the sergeant looked at the bullet holes beside him and wiped the mixture of water and sweat from his head in fear.

The sound of gunfire was loud, but there was no way it could reach here through the heavy rain. All people could see was that the flaming iron barrel next to the sergeant suddenly exploded.

The EMP shattered all the lighting equipment on site and the speakers stopped.

But poor communities can hardly afford even the electricity bills for lighting: after all, they wouldn’t die without it.

So a lot of the time used for lighting here are combustibles - all kinds of garbage.

Several flaming iron barrels were still burning under the eaves, and people followed the firelight and looked at the sergeant:

What's wrong? Then what?

Then what?

The sergeant was asking himself that too.

On the battlefield, if you are targeted by a sniper, you should of course avoid it, find a safe area, and find a way to kill the enemy while ensuring your own safety.

But this is not just a battlefield, or rather a battlefield with a different form of fighting.

Alcohol burned his head, and the sense of crisis that he was almost beaten to death was numbed. His mind was filled with images of these people singing and dancing like madmen and fools, releasing themselves.

He thought of decades ago, when the Six Street Gang first gained control—

People celebrate victory with various parties

And he didn't lose, he was still alive, and he could win more.

An event like this has not been held for a long, long time.

The biological monitoring damaged by EMP did not function properly, so the sergeant did not notice that his biological indicators had become abnormal:

His serotonin is rising abnormally, dopamine is being synthesized desperately, and his cerebral cortex has also entered a strangely active state.

In a daze, he saw the people who founded the Six Street Gang with him at the beginning, returning to the very beginning:

A few people, a few guns, freedom and a bright future.

"We." The sergeant took two steps forward. No one could see that the prosthetic body in his body was operating abnormally.

He looked at the people looking at him, and his face suddenly became extremely red.

He raised his glass and his loud voice drowned out the howling wind and heavy rain!

"Let's move on! It's Victory Day! Victory Day is for defending the Second Amendment!

Drink, get a gun, shoot targets, and blow his asshole out if he's stupid!

Dun dun dun dun”

The sergeant said as he put the jar of tequila to his mouth and fucked him hard in front of everyone.

You have to know that with this level of competition wine, everyone will see stars after just two drinks!

"The boss is awesome!" "Long live the Second Amendment!" "It's fun to shoot!"

No one went into the incomprehensible statement, and some just cheered indulging in alcohol.

Alcohol paralyzes the brain so that they no longer care about the logic of reality and fantasize about illogical pleasures.

Amid cheers, the sergeant finished the tequila in the jar in one gulp and threw the jar into the sky——

Draw a gun from your waist and shoot like an old west gunslinger!

boom!

The can exploded in the air!

"The Sixth Street Gang is the best in the world!"

Behind the sergeant, another bullet hit the wall.