[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer":3,"chapter-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-385":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Cyberpunk: Cross-dimensional Science and Engineering",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1151876,1495,"Chapter 385 - 357 Victory Day","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-385",385,"\u003Cp>Two minutes earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! The locals are impressive, yeah? Go eat shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Colby Mule sped down the road, its occupant in the back seat looked thrilled, turning around and flipping off the Six Street Gang left trailing behind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A motorcycle shot out from behind the vehicle like a rocket and sped towards the battlefield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The finger-flipping person looked confused, \"What the hell was that? Did you see it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems like... a rocket?\" The driver stopped grinning, puzzled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that supposed to be in the city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, they knew exactly what it was!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second motorcycle burst from the street corner, bending at almost zero degrees...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One must say, from a normal person’s perspective, the trajectory of the second motorcycle was more normal; at least it was clear to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such speed, on such a rainy night, it was outright impossible to maintain that turning radius—it would take a true zero-degree bend to make that turn possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless something gave the motorcycle a push to provide the centripetal force...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motorcycle suddenly burst into huge flames, the bike was pushed so strongly it even leapt up, quickly returning to normal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a damn motorcycle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine roared, the motorcycle instantly caught up with the 70-mph truck, raindrops squeezing through the shattered window of the Colby Mule, along with Jack’s cold stare:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raindrops swiftly slid off his helmet, the so-called cold gaze originating from the red indicator lights of his eye sensors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red lights appeared glaring and dangerous in the rainy night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one could ignore the terrifying armor on this big guy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steel-clad knight raised a huge fist, the two mercenaries on the truck raised their guns in horror, \"Shit! They have personal armor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver braked while aiming the gun: aiming was a professional skill, braking was an instinctual reaction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenaries’ powerful guns doubled in their hands, but the bullets only slightly deformed the armor on Jack’s body...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No meaningful damage was caused!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Jack’s side, 12 rounds of 14mm Shellless Bullets fired in two bursts, all rounds were discharged within one second, wreaking havoc in the confined space of the small truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collision of metals sparked a frenzy of sparks, the already battered doors and windshield shattered instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicle spun out of control in an emergency brake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grating noise echoed through the streets, Jack annoyed, shook his head: his Prosthetics weren’t designed for extreme reactions, and it was hard for him to adjust and shoot at such braking speeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motorcycle decelerated quickly, Jack glanced at his hand: he still had to play to his strengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the driver’s efforts, the Colby Mule, after a miraculous 360-degree spin, got back on track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling of escaping death wasn’t even savored when the car suddenly sunk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sinking sent their hearts plummeting to the depths:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy was on the roof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second shooting, Jack discharged another 12 rounds from his other hand, the bullets piercing through the vehicle, breaking the chassis, the vehicle sparking massively on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver was smashed to bits by the bullets on the spot, the co-driver escaped narrowly, but his heart was overtaken by fear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive fist smashed through the roof, the heat-loaded fist deformed his face upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His alloy skull prevented his bones from being completely fractured by the punch, but the deformed skull mashed his brain into pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering the punch, Jack jumped back onto the motorcycle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car exploded just as he leapt away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V caught up with Jack over the exploding car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wuhu! That was exhilarating!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V boldly let go of the motorcycle handles, loudly expressing his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack wanted to let loose too, but his gear didn’t allow him much movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he pragmatically leaned over, placing both arms on the motorcycle’s side interfaces to reload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha!\" V, after releasing his emotions, turned back to Jack and said, \"Do you know what expression those outsiders had when they saw this equipment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked like they had never seen the world, I was afraid their next question would be: how can you do such a thing, shooting in the streets?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack chuckled, \"Not gonna lie, I used to be a country bumpkin myself—I never dreamed I’d be riding a beauty like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who isn’t?\" V stood up even more brazenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The electrostatic adhesion on her feet firmly anchored her to the seat, while the vehicle’s built-in intelligent combat system maintained stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain splattered on her face, and she spread her arms wide as if embracing the downpour—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark buildings, she could see the looks in the residents’ eyes: fear, disgust, envy, adoration...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these emotions projected onto her, but no matter their opinions, they were just ordinary people too scared to step out of their cages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she remembered the street kid’s dream she always talked about:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to be the baddest in the city!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what the baddest deserve:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To do whatever they want!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wuhu! This is freedom!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V spread her arms wide, the windstorm and torrential rain couldn’t topple her; instead, it was she who seemed to be embracing the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Woodbine Avenue, the sergeant wiped the sweat and water off his forehead as he looked at the bullet hole next to him, scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunshot was loud, but the heavy rain prevented it from carrying over; all that people saw was a flaming barrel next to the sergeant suddenly bursting with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An EMP shattered all the lighting equipment onsite, and the speakers stopped too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the impoverished community could hardly afford the electric bills for lighting anyway: after all, they wouldn’t die without it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, often, various combustibles—assorted trash—were used for lighting here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several flaming barrels still blazed under the eaves, and people followed the light to look at the sergeant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now? What next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sergeant was asking himself too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a battlefield, being targeted by a sniper would of course mean you should evade, find a safe spot, and try to neutralize the enemy while ensuring your own safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was more than just a battlefield, or rather, it was a battlefield of a different kind of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcohol clouded his mind, numbing the crisis of nearly being killed; all he could think about was how these people were dancing and singing like madmen and fools, unleashing themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought back to decades ago when the Six Street Gang first gained control—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People would celebrate victories with all sorts of parties...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he hadn’t lost, he was still alive, and he could still win more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Events like this had not been held for a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the EMP damage, the biometric monitor wasn’t functioning properly, so the sergeant didn’t notice his own increasingly abnormal biological indicators:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His serotonin levels were abnormally high, dopamine was synthesizing recklessly, and his cerebral cortex was entering an unusually active state...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, he saw the people who had first established the Six Street Gang with him, returning to those beginning days:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few men, a few guns, a future of freedom and brightness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We...\" The sergeant took a few steps forward, unnoticed by anyone, his Prosthetics were malfunctioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the people watching him, his face suddenly turning exceptionally flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his glass, his loud voice overpowering the howling wind and torrential rain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s continue! Today... is a fucking Victory Day! Victory Day is made for upholding the Second Amendment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drink up, grab a gun, shoot some targets, and if there’s an idiot, blow his asshole sky high!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dun dun dun dun...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sergeant, under everyone’s gaze, guzzled the tequila from the can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You should know, with this proof of competition alcohol, just a couple of drinks would have everyone seeing stars!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The boss is awesome!\" \"Long live the Second Amendment!\" \"Shooting is freaking exhilarating!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one delved into the illogic of these expressions, lost as they were in the inebriating cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alcohol numbed their brains, freeing them from the need to worry about real-world logic, fantasizing some illogical thrills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the cheering, the sergeant finished the tequila in the can in one go, then fiercely threw the can into the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a western gunslinger pulling out his gun from his waistband and firing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The can exploded in mid-air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six Street Gang is the best in the world!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the sergeant, another bullet hit the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>",1430,"2026-06-03T12:33:12.909Z","2026-06-03T12:33:19.803Z",1,"novelbin.me","86fdd627aa611077e7ca3f781f531367f3fe25ab8453521228c9960c84259edf","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-386","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-384",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cover.jpg"]