Quick as a flash, this series of actions actually took less than two seconds!
As Pan'an rolled behind the bar, she hadn't even had time to get up and fire before she saw Mercer and V appear as if they've rehearsed this a thousand times, taking down Fenrir in an instant.
Mercer pushed her aside, forcing Fenrir back with the Single Molecule Line. V raised their gun and shot him in the head. Fenrir tilted to the side, lost control entirely after taking a step and slid towards Mercer on the ground.
Mercer's pistol was fully charged. As V pulled him away from Fenrir, Mercer fired a death shot, blowing Fenrir's head to bits...
This sequence was smooth and seamless. Never mind Pan'an, even many mercenaries who had drawn their guns earlier were secretly amazed.
Mercer gasped heavily, leaning back against V - oddly enough, at his current height and build, he seemed almost like a Lark nestled in V's embrace at her 176cm frame.
His brain was overheating, feeling a bit dizzy.
The temperature of his body rose a few degrees in those short seconds. Mercer breathed heavily, but his body struggled to cool down.
His cybernetic enhancements limited his performance.
If he had a Lark-like cybernetic suit, perhaps he could have broken through Fenrir's ICE in just one second.
But now, to avoid frying himself into a fool, he could only manage as much as he did.
Despite this, the scene was already impressive — a hacker only armed with Arasaka's Mk2, without professional cooling cybernetics.
In just 3.5 seconds, multitasking, he took down a cyber-maniac equipped with military ICE cybernetics!
And V was also breathing deeply, though her eyes remained excited. She laughed heartily, one arm around Mercer while the other fired three more shots at Fenrir with her pistol.
"Screw you! What's the use of loading up with all that scrap metal?"
Mercer only felt something soft pressing behind his neck, shaking slightly against him as V laughed.
The height is great, not growing up sure is wonderful. Being held by V like this... Who says being short has no advantages?
"Hey, you're pretty awesome yourself! Your reflexes and shooting skills don't seem like a hacker!"
V's excitement hadn't worn off; she clung to Mercer's neck, arm in arm, forgetting to let go.
She turned to look at the bloody-arm giant, spitting: "This is your boss? Idiot, want me to come have a drink with you again?"
The giant could only let out low, painful moans, while the security beside him felt both relieved and troubled.
"Put the guns away! I need to ask Rogue how we're handling this..." A burly security guard turned around, aiming his gun at V, who still seemed ready for more gunplay, nervously speaking.
V's confidence had returned considerably, facing the ferocious security guard with not a hint of intimidation, just snorted and reholstered her gun.
Then, she saw Mercer tilt his head to look at her, leisurely leaning against her shoulder and said, "I say, V, holding me like a gal... I wouldn't mind it privately."
V realized her impropriety and quickly let go, admitting with a laugh, "I got a bit carried away."
Mercer finally straightened up and glanced back — her outfit was quite snugly covering her figure, who'd have thought she was so well-endowed.
V glanced around, pretending to be busy to change topics quickly: "Hey, did I do well enough?"
"Decent, seems I didn't pick the wrong person."
Mercer nodded, offering praise.
In this world, regular folks facing someone armored with Sianwistan enhancements are like lambs waiting for slaughter.
Let alone counterattacking, even seeing the opponent's movements is often impossible.
If a mercenary without reflex enhancements can manage to see what the opponent did, they've already proven to be exceptional.
But only someone like V, with no enhancements, can not just see the opponent, but even fight back. Only this can be called a true genius.
Mercer turned his gaze; the five-member mercenary team was now thoroughly done. The hacker still convulsed on the ground, probably burnt out by Mercer's attack, his brain overheated.
And Fenrir was completely dead, his head turned by the EMP into smoking pig brain.
The big-arm mercenary had both arms now scattered on the ground, blood spurting from his shoulders.
And the one with the shotgun who tried administering meds to Fenrir initially, had been split into three parts, dead beyond dead.
Only the last rifleman now knelt on the ground, his face filled with despair, emitting something like sobbing - a team who could leave a name in Rebirth and be respectfully called 'big brother' on the streets...
Has come to an end just like this.
Mercer shook his head, finally feeling his fast-beating heart calm down again.
Damn...
This is Night City, a place where you never know when chaos will strike.
It's freaking intense!