Chapter 471 Street Fight Ambush

"Night City, Night City! Now let's turn the end to the Colorado farm!"

"Poor Saint Domingo, the power supply has not been restored since the last attack on the power station of the Night's Company. Look, it's as black as the Bad Land."

"Fortunately, we have Zeta Technology's latest XDR-8 multi-modal perception drone. Whether it is a city lane or a wilderness, whether it is a sandstorm or a haze, the battle situation can be seen at a glance!"

"Although this function is not open to the civilian version, it can also be compatible with a variety of heavy weapons and provide precise guidance."

"Oh! We caught the flame! They are fighting!"

A Thracian Jefferson 388 was running wildly on the street. This type of car is the favorite model of the company's middle-level management. It has an elegant and business appearance, and the whole body is covered with armor.

As a car for the company's middle-level management, the Jefferson 388 is a pure armored commercial vehicle. Its unprepossessing business appearance actually weighs more than two tons.

When the car rushed down the viaduct and entered the Colorado Farm, the mercenaries in the car suddenly became excited when they saw the empty streets:

The poor Colorado Farm has not yet fully restored its power supply. Large areas of houses and streets are in darkness, and the streets are empty.

Drag racing is exciting in itself, and drag racing in the city is even more exciting. If this kind of drag racing is legal, and there are people secretly filming it, it will be even more exciting if it is the center of attention.

The darkness just makes the filming and recording equipment hidden between the buildings conspicuous, and the drones in the sky are more like super-multi-cameras prepared for big stars.

Thinking of it this way, the light pollution in the core urban area of ​​Night City has become the lights of the stage!

The background music is the ups and downs of the engine sound.

The drama being performed is killing each other.

"Haha!"

The fully armed mercenary laughed strangely, and the other two companions felt nervous-

What's going on? Laughing so scary?

"What are you laughing at?" The driver drove the car and looked around vigilantly, "Are you sick?"

The last person in the trio was a sturdy man who occupied the entire back seat. The seat back was converted into a base for mounting a heavy machine gun, and there were rockets at hand.

In the past, a car of this size could have been used to rob the company's convoy, but today, it was just the most common armed

The sturdy man did not say anything. As a machine gunner, he had to keep an eye on everything on the road.

The laughing woman continued nervously, "I just feel that we have lived for so long, and this is the first time we feel like a star.

Compared to this, the previous decades were all wasted, and we were all looking for food in the garbage dump."

"Where is not a garbage dump?"

"Not here!" The woman said firmly, "Night City is great. Great. How did you say that?"

The strong man's low voice interrupted at this time: "No one will leave Night City unless they are in the shroud."

"Yes"

"There are enemies!"

The strong man interrupted the woman's sigh, and the low roar pulled them back to the battlefield from the chat--

And the enemy is in those dark wooden houses and unfinished buildings!

Bang bang bang bang bang

The heavy sound of the heavy machine gun sounded, and the large-caliber bullets hit the wooden hut on the roadside like a meteor at night. The machine gunner's powerful prosthesis perfectly controlled the muzzle of the machine gun. With the help of the gyroscope and motor, each of these bullets hit the position he aimed at.

The precise bursts of fire turned the house into a sieve in less than a few seconds, and it collapsed on the spot!

The driver shouted, "Did you see who it was!"

"I don't know! I can't see clearly! There's more!"

The sturdy man turned the gun, but this time the heat source reaction appeared in his field of vision on both sides!

The machine gun turned quickly, and the car drove fast, and he noticed that it was not just one or two enemies.

The building was full of people!

Bang!

A man suddenly jumped out of the trash can on the side of the road, and the lid was pushed up by him.

He was carrying a rocket launcher!

It was only about 10 meters away. The woman in the co-pilot clearly saw this guy leaning over and pulling the trigger. It was called a one-shot operation, completely like a trained soldier!

In a few tenths of a second, the skill chip automatically activated the defense mode, and the woman raised her hand, and the flying knife popped out at high speed.

Hu——

"RPG!"

Boom!

The rocket was cut off by the flying knife in the air and fired. While she was still in shock, the woman sat back in the car and patted the flames on her body.

"Wow! That guy is not bragging! We..."

"Landmine!"

The driver saw something flashing on the road just after dealing with the rockets, and he could tell at a glance that it was a wireless mine!

But he could only see it, and the car couldn't avoid it at all!

Ka-tah.

The wheels caught up with it, and the driver had only one thought in his mind:

Where did these guys come from?

Boom!

The Jefferson 388, with a total vehicle weight of nearly three tons, was just a slightly heavier iron box in front of the anti-vehicle mine.

The flames rose high, and the explosion directly penetrated the chassis of the armored vehicle, and the solid metal bent and broke in the impact.

The front and rear of the car were disconnected, and the car flew up and hit the ground, and it was a mess.

"Good!" In the unfinished building in the distance, the sergeant held up a telescope and applauded, "See! This is a successful ambush!

You need to use your brain to fight!"

"But boss." One of the younger brothers raised his hand cautiously, "Isn't this just hiding in the trash can to give them a try?"

The sergeant glanced at him, put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled gently.

When the boy started laughing too, the sergeant hit him on the head, and scolded him at the same time: "You're the only one who's smart, you're the only one who's fucking smart. You're so fucking smart. Why didn't you think of it?!"

"Boss!" Another sniper suddenly shouted, "He's not dead!"

"Of course I'm not fucking dead"

"No, boss, the one who stepped on the landmine didn't die! Damn it...!"

boom!

Perhaps the slight reflection from the observation mirror exposed his position, and the sniper's head was blown off in the next second!

The sergeant quickly kicked the young man he had just taught a lesson with, and then he lay down on the ground, sweating profusely.

Is it him? The one who stepped on the landmine did not die!

From a high altitude, the ambush was indeed successful. Although the Six Street Gang did not have a large number of advanced drones to collect battlefield information, they did have a large number of local people as surveillance probes.

That's why they can be everywhere like field veterans ambushed in the jungle, and they can almost block the way of cockroaches who are halfway through the competition.

But

These guys are terrifyingly strong.

The sniper covered his bleeding neck, and the sergeant shouted to the recruits: "Watch out! This is battlefield first aid!"

Then he took out an injection of medicine from his pocket and injected it. The soldier's frightened eyes immediately calmed down, as if he was not in so much pain anymore.

"Boy, do you have a family?"

The young man nodded, tears streaming from his eyes.

"That's good, I gave you the special medicine provided by the Tiger Claw Gang, and now I want to read your observation data."

As he spoke, the sergeant pulled out the personal link from his wrist and connected it to the boy's nerve socket.

"Uh, strangled to death?" The younger brother's voice was unclear.

"Of course not." The sergeant looked into the boy's eyes, "Haven't you seen that movie? "Saving Captain Ryan". Now you have to strengthen your will and think of something happy. What's for dinner?"

The little brother immediately recalled what he had eaten today:

Grilled fresh synthetic meat, which is not common in Santo Domingo, may taste almost like real meat.

He smiled as he thought about it - this was his first time eating meat.

Immediately afterwards, all his prosthetic systems stopped functioning.

The whole process only lasted a few seconds. The lying recruits were all silent and chatting. Even the one who liked to ask questions stopped talking:

Only a little bit of flesh on the dead sniper's neck was still attached, and his spine was exaggeratedly deformed.

If the bulletproof suit he was wearing hadn't protected his cervical spine, his head might have been severed on the spot.

The sergeant retracted the neural link, grabbed the sniper rifle on the ground and said to these recruits: "Remember, this is casualty classification. Give him a tranquilizer with a nerve-sustaining effect, and seize the time to read the contents of the battlefield recorder. .

This way at least you won't be blind to your enemy. "

The recruit who likes to ask questions spoke again: "Then let me ask you what to eat today."

"Die more peacefully, and he will be more cooperative this way - the Tiger Claw Gang is very exciting. I heard that just thinking about it can make you climax."

The recruit was stunned.

[Sergeant: There are 48 vehicles in total, 37 broke down, but many people did not die. They are all high-tech. 】

[Sergeant: The location is marked for you. 】

[Burger King: Coming soon. 】

The sergeant took a deep breath - the intensity of these contestants is really high. It would be hard to feel it unless they faced each other in person.

"Boss."

The new recruit is here again.

The recruit whispered: "Boss, can you ask me how it feels to do a then? I don't like eating."

[Name: Adam Pound]

[Age: 16 years old]

The sergeant smiled angrily at the innocent eyes of the young man who had just turned 16 years old.

"I'll give you a big fucking ear-scratcher. Hold the gun steady for me and get ready to move."