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As he spoke, Silver Wolf looked at the man lying on the ground and said, "You've escaped with your life."

"what?"

Lucy was stunned by Silver Wolf's unusual behavior.

Could this child have cyberpsychosis?

"Forget it, as long as you like it."

Lucy looked at the silver wolf, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

What Silver Wolf wants to do is none of my business.

Forget it. Although I'm not afraid of the Sixth Street Gang, it would still be troublesome to get entangled with them.

With these thoughts in mind, Lucy said goodbye to Silver Wolf and left.

They were just strangers who met by chance, so it was better to avoid trouble. Silver Wolf glanced at the sky and prepared to return to his residence.

The first thing to do upon arriving in this world... is, of course, to experience the games of this world!

What could be more important than a game?

Thinking this, Silver Wolf walked happily toward the Azure Building.

Her residence is inside the Glamour Building.

Materially speaking, Silver Wolf would never torment herself. Money was just a string of numbers to her; she could easily obtain a large sum of money without anyone noticing.

Silver Wolf even found a wealthy person to sponsor him.

She remembered... the bank card number she used to transfer the money... it seemed to be named Arasaka Saburo?

He's over a hundred years old. Even if he's still alive, he's probably already suffering from dementia. Maybe his children are hoping he dies soon so they can make a fortune. They could secretly transfer a nine-figure sum of money and no one would even notice.

To be honest, the scene in Night City wasn't much different from the punklords she remembered.

The sky was filled with neon lights, and floating vehicles occasionally sped through the air...

Back in Punk Lord, those who could drive hovercars were either high-ranking officials or members of government agencies.

I was once attacked by a large group of hovercraft, but unfortunately those vehicles were all substandard products and they all crashed.

As for those above them, they naturally all became prison guards.

As he was thinking this, Silver Wolf noticed a hovercar with the logo of the Terrorist Mobile Squadron in the sky. It sped off at full power, sirens blaring, towards the distance.

Silver Wolf didn't pay much attention to this.

In this city, cyberpsychosis is rampant at all times, so the appearance of a terrorist mobile unit is perfectly normal.

Is this quantity a bit too much?

Silver Wolf was stunned as he watched three hovercars pass by in a row in the sky.

What kind of cyberpsychosis could make three hovercars rush past? Looks like someone special...

While thinking, Silver Wolf pondered for a moment, then casually tapped a few keys on the virtual keyboard, and then she hacked into the interior of the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

"Quick, we've completely pinpointed Mike's location this time. We can't let him get away!"

Standing on the hovercar, a fully armed man spoke.

"He's just a wanted criminal, do we really need three teams to take action against him?"

One of the people standing nearby said with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't underestimate him. His cybernetic body is very powerful, far from being an ordinary person. Don't treat him like a regular cyber madman, otherwise... you will definitely suffer a great loss."

"They're so arrogant and ignorant, daring to attack company management in Night City..."

With the help of the cameras inside the hovercar, Silver Wolf saw what these people looked like.

We also saw the view below the hovercar.

"This is a first-hand action blockbuster; you don't usually get to see this."

Silver Wolf was quite interested in the fact that he was someone who could force three teams of the Terrorist Mobile Unit to be deployed.

Fortunately, the security cameras on the surrounding streets were not broken, which allowed Silver Wolf to see the wanted criminal's face clearly.

It was a man wearing a cowboy hat, with a resolute face beneath his brown hair, and a cigar dangling from his mouth. However, what was intriguing was not his face, but his body.

Normally, there are limits to cybernetic modifications in this world; a person can't have too many modifications.

However, apart from his head being completely intact, the area where Mike's neck and body met was covered with steel.

His entire body is made up of prosthetics.

"What is this? Is this the world's Jedi O1 Qi Si Wu Si Zhou Yu y/t *e Yi Nuos? Or... Potio?"

At this moment, he held a huge revolver in his hand, stood in the middle of the road, slightly raised his head, looked at the floating vehicle in the sky and the slowly descending terrorist mobile team, and a smile appeared on his resolute and handsome face: "Finally here, you company scum... you've kept me waiting for so long!"

As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand, and the terrorist mobile unit descended from the sky.

"Target identified: Cowboy Mike. This is a major statistical task for the company. Execute the crackdown now."

Scanning Mike's body, the cold and ruthless voice of the Terrorist Mobile Squad rang out.

They looked at Mike, but instead of immediately raising their rifles, they chose to use hacking techniques first.

In this world, hackers can kill without leaving a trace.

The Terrorist Mobile Unit is naturally equipped with powerful hackers and military-grade equipment. They don't even need to lift a finger; the hackers alone can make the minds of ordinary cyberpsychotics explode.

"Annoying, so annoying!"

For a moment, Mike clutched his head, a look of pain on his face, but it only lasted for a moment.

In the next instant, he drew his gun with lightning speed!

Then...pulled the trigger.

In just a moment, a violent explosion rang out, and a bullet was fired.

It hit the head of the terrorist squad member who was using interference.

Compared to ordinary people, these terrorist mobile units are equipped with military-grade cybernetic bodies that are incredibly tough and cannot be damaged by a gun. However, the revolver in Mike's hand seems to be different from the ordinary ones.

Normally, the terrorist squad members don't bother to dodge these pistols, as their tough prosthetic bodies can withstand the damage. However, today, they paid the price.

The bullet entered his head, and in just an instant, the member of the terrorist mobile unit lost his life and collapsed to the ground.

"alert!"

Seeing their comrade fall like that, the Terrorist SWAT team couldn't help but become serious and immediately raised their rifles to aim at Mike.

However, with just a roll, Mike disappeared from their sight, moving so fast that none of them could react in time.

After that, Mike didn't sit still; he quickly drew his gun.

"Line up and get some bullets!"

Bang bang bang!

Three bullets were fired in quick succession, two of which penetrated directly into their heads with tremendous force, causing their brains to splatter on the spot.

Only one person was lucky enough to escape.

However, by this time, the other party had long lost their composure.

"Even the company's hyenas are afraid? Perfect, now it's a fair fight! Come on, draw your guns!"

The cigar in Mike's mouth burned, its red glow appearing even more glaring in the dim night light.

Upon hearing Mike's words, the terrorist squad immediately raised their guns, ready to fire, but in that instant, a bullet pierced his head.

"You actually moved after I told you to?"

Mike pursed his lips, twirled the revolver in his hand, and then holstered it in his leg.

However, this only solved the problem for one team.

Behind them were two more terrorist mobile squads.

Soon, the second hovercar came to a stop above, its red warning lights illuminating the ground.

Mike, clearly, also didn't want to get entangled with the other party any longer.

"Company? Just you wait, I'll personally send bullets into your heads!"

As he spoke, his nimble right hand swayed rhythmically, then he quickly drew his gun!

In just a moment, before anyone could see Mike's movements, the huge revolver appeared in his hand.

Then, four more gunshots rang out.

"Wow."

Seeing the other party's swift movements, Silver Wolf couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

That move was so cool.

Although Silver Wolf could achieve a similar effect, his movements would certainly not be as fluid as his opponent's.

You could tell at a glance that the other person was an old cowboy.

Moreover, the name "Mike" and the large revolver in the other person's hand reminded Silver Wolf of a character from a classic game.

Even if it's the King of Heaven himself, he'll still be called McCree!

To be honest, they really do look alike.

However, what made Silver Wolf's eyes widen the most was the appearance of another figure.

At this moment, the third hovercar that had been deployed was already above McCree's head.

After the first two squads failed in succession, the third squad also chose to take direct action.

Suddenly, a barrage of firepower rained down from the sky, and Mike could only roll to hide behind cover and wait for an opportunity to strike.

Taking advantage of the suppressed fire, the four members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit also took the opportunity to reach the ground.

However, before they could even get a foothold, a silver figure emerged from the shadows.

Then, his figure flashed like lightning, weaving between the figures of the group!

Silver Wolf's eyesight was naturally good enough to see clearly that the opponent's body was extremely fast. Holding a long sword, he appeared in front of them in an instant. Then, with a wave of his deadly melee weapon, the alloy cybernetic bodies on these terrorist mobile teams were cut in half as easily as paper.