Dum Dum felt like he had been played.
He actually let a Hacker into his office.
But who the hell would know this guy was a Hacker? Normally, Hackers usually hide in a Server Room and act remotely, right?
But this guy directly broke into his presence.
Moreover, this V wasn't famous for her Hacker skills on the streets, which caused him to lower his guard.
But overall, it was still his own carelessness, thinking that since this was his lair, he could be reckless, not expecting to be played now.
However, the computer explosion just now must have attracted the attention of his subordinates outside the door. If he could just hold on for a second or two, this V would be dead.
He didn't care about Afterlife or anything; this guy dared to provoke him, and he was dead.
In a flash of lightning, Dum Dum had figured out the key point.
Dum Dum endured the pain, his bloodied hand quickly raised the gun again, preparing to kill V.
But looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, V, who was standing, didn't move.
Because she knew this guy was dead.
"Fuck! What's going on!?"
Dum Dum screamed, electrical sparks suddenly bursting from his neural interface.
This wasn't the most terrifying part; the most terrifying part was that he felt his gun-wielding hand suddenly become uncontrollable.
His hand was like another creature, with its own consciousness. The cyberware in his hand also sparked, moving inch by inch under some irresistible force, until the muzzle was pointed at his own head.
"Fuck! Fuck! I surrender!"
Seeing this terrifying scene, Dum Dum could no longer hold it together and immediately surrendered.
At this critical moment, no one could stay tough.
"Die!"
V said nothing, just gritted her teeth, her eyes still flashing blue light.
"No!"
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot.
Dum Dum's hand pulled the trigger, and the blue muzzle flash of the tech pistol immediately erupted, blowing off half of his own skull. Red and white matter, along with fragments of parts, rained down.
"Self-destruct."
This was one of the Magic Puppet components V had installed in her Net Access Port. Its function was as brutal as its name: to make the enemy give themselves a Thai Massage to the head.
And the power was strong enough.
See? Dum Dum, the boss of this Motorcycle Gang, had just blown himself to smithereens.
Before V could even sigh a few more times, the sound of the door behind her suddenly being crashed open attracted all her attention.
"Fuck! Boss!"
"It's this guy!"
At this moment, the guards who heard the commotion in the room finally burst through the door, and as soon as they opened it, they saw such a stimulating scene.
Their boss's head was blown open by half, his body slumped in the high-end leather chair, obviously already a corpse. And in front of the office desk, that strange woman stood there.
The killer was obvious; the Motorcycle Gang members' eyes instantly turned red.
The Motorcycle Gang members raised their firearms, ready to turn the standing V into a pile of mush, but V was faster.
Do you understand the value of a Nomad's quickdraw?
When it comes to guns, the Nomads, who are either hijacking convoys or fighting desert bandits daily, have a lot to say.
What they hone every day is the technique of using gunpowder to shoot fragmentation rounds into enemies' heads.
Moreover, in the wilderness, where there are only family members, there isn't much other entertainment besides practicing shooting and having parties.
So, upon seeing someone rush in through the door, V's muscle memory, honed thousands of times, instantly reacted, drawing the "star" revolver from her waist at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
She fired instinctively.
Her actions were even faster than her brain's reaction.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several heavy revolver shots rang out, and the powerful recoil of the high-caliber Prelude revolver in her hand suddenly pushed, making V's arm muscles tense instantly.
"Damn it!"
"Oh my god, I've been hit!"
The two Motorcycle Gang members who rushed in through the door hadn't even had time to raise their submachine guns before they were struck in vital points by the incoming bullets.
Their chests and abdomens exploded with blood, tearing open the transparent bulletproof skin beneath and exposing the fresh red flesh inside.
V didn't aim specifically for the enemies' heads.
After all, with this specially made high-power revolver, even hitting a limb could instantly incapacitate an enemy.
In fact, the battle situation unfolded just as V had expected.
Two or three Motorcycle Gang members crowded at the doorway staggered from the powerful impact of the bullets, collapsing in pain before they could even raise their guns.
But just as the golden shell casings fell to the ground with the collapsing enemies, and V was reloading her magazine, a swift force came through the floor, making V's body sway, almost losing her balance.
"Boom!!!"
Then, a deafening explosion suddenly filled the doors and windows, momentarily disorienting V and blinding her.
This wasn't the end.
Accompanied by the deafening sonic boom, the surrounding windows suddenly shattered, glass shards flying everywhere, and everything in the office shook violently for a moment; documents on the desk, empty chairs, and even picture frames on the wall crashed to the ground in that violent tremor, exploding into a cacophony of sounds.
"Jackie! What's going on?"
V almost lost her footing, staggering two steps before leaning against the wall to steady herself.
The explosion came quickly and went quickly.
By the time V recovered her senses, the explosion was over, but the commotion it caused was far from finished.
The entire building seemed to have exploded, with shouts and curses that V could vaguely hear through the walls, and the street outside had erupted into chaos.
All vehicle alarms blared piercingly, rising and falling, making her ears throb with pain.
V was confused, but Jackie, who had pressed the detonator outside, was even more confused; he could personally witness the explosion's impact.
Even though he personally detonated it, such a powerful explosion still startled him for a moment, and he only snapped out of it when V's shouts reached his ears.
"V, I was about to ask you what's going on?"
Jackie barely managed to compose himself before continuing.
"Where did you get that explosive? It's so powerful, it almost blew half the parking lot sky-high!"
"What?!"
V couldn't believe that such a powerful explosion was actually caused by the high explosive she had transferred, which was no bigger than a makeup bag.
Are all the things Berry gives her this intense?
V expressed her shock.
That's right, all these things were given by Berry.
After all, with a girlfriend who could conjure all sorts of weapons and equipment like a magician, V didn't need to spend her own money buying them elsewhere.
It was then that V remembered what Berry had told her before, that this item was a rare commodity on the market.
Hmm, hard, it was indeed too hard-hitting.
She had almost thought half the building was going to be blown away just now.
Meanwhile, someone bored, who had upgraded the high explosive to "Epic" level, sneezed.
"V, don't just stand there! The Motorcycle Gang punks have been alerted! Quick, deal with them while they're in chaos!"
Jackie's words finally pulled V back from her shock.
"Understood, I'm coming!"
V nodded. Since things had already broken down, she had to eliminate this entire Motorcycle Gang.
"Bang! Bang!"
The roar of the "ice storm" sniper rifle also came from the video call.
Along with Jackie's complaints.
"Damn, V, where did you get this stuff? It's so potent!"
Outside, Jackie, lurking in the alley, was lying on the ground, using a sniper rifle to deal with the Motorcycle Gang members who rushed out to check the situation.
However, as soon as he fired, Jackie grimaced.
Who the hell modified this gun? It's so powerful, is it meant to take on the mayor's armored car?
With all his muscles, he almost couldn't hold it down. Now, even though he could use it, every shot made his shoulder ache.
However, with such strong recoil, you have to admit, the gun's power was also surprisingly outrageous.
The "ice storm" series sniper rifles were already famous for their immense power, and the one in his hand had its power enhanced to the extreme.
Every shot Jackie fired was like firing a mortar.
Bullets the size of fingers shot out of the barrel, exploding upon impact, cracking the concrete floor and leaving a crater, let alone hitting a person.
More than a dozen fully armed Motorcycle Gang members rushed out of the parking lot, carrying guns, ready to take down the guy who caused the explosion.
But wishes are beautiful, reality is harsh.
Jackie's first shot took down at least four people.
He pulled the trigger, firing a shot.
Accompanied by a huge bang, a bloody dust cloud exploded among the Motorcycle Gang.
With body parts flying everywhere, the spot was blasted into a charred patch of ground, and the four or five Motorcycle Gang members who had been gathered there became a rain of indistinguishable body parts.
Forget the enemies, Jackie himself was shocked by the power.
And those Motorcycle Gang members who were blown to the ground by the aftermath turned pale with fright, their eyes wide with terror.
"Take cover!!!"
"The enemy has heavy weapons, take cover!!!"
Piercing screams immediately erupted, and the Motorcycle Gang members who had narrowly survived quickly hid behind the concrete pillars in the parking lot, fearing another explosion with the power of a cannonball.
However, seeing the enemies' panic, Jackie immediately reacted.
He had to press the advantage.
So, enduring the numbness in his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and continued to fire.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two more shots followed.
Two Motorcycle Gang members hiding behind vehicle wreckage couldn't even groan before they and the wreckage acting as cover were torn apart by the powerful bullets. The bullets hit the concrete ground with another explosion, sending fragments flying.
"Damn it! Damn it! Retreat!"
Seeing that hiding behind cover was useless, the remaining Motorcycle Gang members' eyes were bloodshot. They abandoned any thought of resistance, grabbing their guns and intending to flee back into the building.
But unfortunately, this act of fleeing could not save their lives.
Because Jackie saw these guys preparing to escape in his electronic sniper scope, he aimed his gun directly at the door marked with a green frame: "Emergency Exit."
Accompanied by the roar of gunfire, Jackie fired several more shots in quick succession, blasting several Motorcycle Gang members who had their backs to him into a bloody mist.
"Damn it, the enemy is over there!"
After losing half their men at the start, someone finally realized something was wrong. A Motorcycle Gang member pointed terrifiedly in Jackie's direction, blurting out the words.
Realizing he was useless here.
Jackie's lips curled into a cruel smile, and he pulled the trigger again.
The guy who had pointed in his direction fell in response, half an arm, having lost its owner, fell to the ground without support.
He admitted, he was starting to get a little excited.
This act of hiding far away and blasting enemies into a pile of scraps was unexpectedly satisfying.
Jackie was excited, temporarily forgetting the pain in his shoulder.
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