Chapter 447 - 419: Sex Doll Power (Part 1)

Although she yelled for an uppercut, the bullets were faster.

The cyberpunk girl was clenching a close friend’s head, preparing for another crotch strike, when a Mackinaw appeared at the end of the street!

The girl looked up, her prosthetic eyes trembling non-stop in the net, illusions suddenly vanished, replaced by reality:

But this reality was rather imposing.

The sound of 14mm shellless bullets leaving the chamber roared like an angry dragon, a flash of gunfire lit up first, and a series of bullets peppered her surroundings, turning the road surface into a pockmarked landscape as though hammered.

One of the bullets grazed her partially melted left shoulder, tearing her whole arm apart instantly!

Boom!

With a loud crash, Jack’s massive body smashed down—

Jack, already not short, towered over two meters with the addition of an exoskeleton made to enhance structural strength, not to mention the enormous exoskeletal fists...

He was like a mountain crushing down in front of her.

The cyber-augmented girl was a good one meter ninety tall, but when it came to height and build combined, she still didn’t hold up against Jack.

Yet, she was full of confidence in her own equipment.

In the Cyberpunk Era, street prosthetics are either big or strong; she had seen too many that were all show and no substance, big and lengthy, but riddled with malfunctions.

Hers was different: it was a full-body prosthetic emblazoned with "Sex Doll Power"!

The cyberpunk girl’s left leg stomped backward, further denting the already shattered ground, and the reactive force traveled up through the electric motor coordination to her waist, which then rotated to transfer the power to her upper body’s fist.

The entire set of movements aligned perfectly with those of top martial artists and fighters programmed into the chips, the force flowing seamlessly through an entire behavioral system, accumulating into a concentrated and formidable power that caused the hole under her feet to expand by inches, and the overloaded electrical currents made the components whine and wail...

She met Jack’s huge fist head-on!

A catastrophic collision.

Upon impact, the heat and tremendous force from his sizzling knuckles transferred immediately to her fist, which exploded like a cheap firecracker.

Followed by the forearm and upper arm, bending, breaking...

The perfect execution of power output and system made the violence feedback flawlessly.

The artificial chest muscles tore, the waist transmission device broke down, and the force seemed to take form at that moment, ravaging her body joint by joint, continuing down the line of force to her lower half...

The power swirling from her lower half also circulated down to her legs—

Her body components couldn’t withstand this crushing force; they burst apart, scattering in all directions at once, as if lifted by a tornado from above.

Bang!

Rainwater was blown away by the blast of air from the collision, accompanied by the flying debris of broken components.

Click.

In the eyes of onlookers, the time from hitting the ground to the clash of fists was less than a second. The cyberpunk girl, keeping her original punching posture intact, was stuck mid-air with her shattered parts, like a...

Like a ballerina who was confidently spinning but suddenly lost all her strength in the midst of a twirl.

Her body hung in the air, her two incomplete arms and head slightly dipping forward as if taking a final bow.

Jack’s fist retracted slightly but did not affect him much more; he even braced the woman who might fall at any moment with his other hand.

A loud noise, and then the fight was over. People on both sides of the street and in the middle were as if struck with aphasia, unable to speak.

Compared with the Terrorist Mobile Team, which would leave no place intact in its wake, such precise and swift operations were quite rare.

If the Terrorist Mobile Team had come, the chances are that not one in ten of the vehicles on this street would have survived.

The Mackinaw parked in the middle of the road, the conflict over.

A girl with asymmetrically dyed purple and green hair sitting on the ground suddenly burst into tears:

She almost got killed by her bestie on the iron crotch.

....

The Tiger Claw Gang isn’t what it used to be, or perhaps, they are returning to their status from a long time ago.

Back in 2020, the Tiger Claw Gang was just a minor, insignificant gang, and Westbrook was still an undeveloped area. These gangs stayed in Little Japan within the city, sticking to their own streets and not venturing out.

However, after many years of development, Night City has undergone many changes. Now, Westbrook can be considered prosperous, and Little Japan is one of the most bustling areas in the entire city, as well as the most mixed and chaotic place.

The Tiger Claw Gang soared high, creating strong ties with various entities: NCPD, Arasaka, the local residents... They even had most of Westbrook under their thumb at one point, to the extent that even the NCPD had to show them some respect.

Until recently.

After being unreasonably hit by Burger King, their most lucrative department took a massive blow, their second-in-command died violently, the deputy chief of the NCPD was thrown into prison, Arasaka tightened its investments, and hundreds of their people were killed.

People mixed with you to make money, but with hundreds of core members dead, and their old headquarters, H8 Skyscraper, was shot through, the blow was colossal.

With their decline, all kinds of demons and monsters started to surface, coupled with the super-graded equipment recently leaked into the black market, Qian Chuan is having more than just a headache.

Westbrook is no longer the densely populated but relatively safe service area it once was; all sorts of violent elements want to have a taste of the Tiger Claw.

"...So, I need more money to maintain order."

Qian Chuan, holding his own hand, sat calmly on the sofa.

"Go fuck yourself, they can’t lose a penny of their money!" The leader of the Mox side, a girl with pinkish-purple hair, cursed vehemently, the more pink the hair, the harsher the curse.

"Judy’s right," Maiko Maeda said, knocking her legs together.

For some reason, she now seemed much more aggressive.

But Lille’s eyes didn’t miss the tension revealed in the details: this woman feared the Cloud Peak she had snatched would be taken away from her.

Indeed, one of the major reasons why Qian Chuan was beaten so badly was because his lieutenant Mako betrayed him, colluding with the Mox to screw him over.

Lille listened, while his mind processed a stream of information.

[Little Octopus: Big brother, the other world has returned General Ross and the shipwrecks. However, Rocksen and Stark Industries have developed a batch of Iron Soldiers ready to be deployed at Suez.]

[Little Octopus: They seem set on continuing strikes on other ports in Somalia; the protests reached the Congress last week with little reaction.]

[Little Octopus: The Mkuju River rescue was very successful, our second batch of engineering equipment arrived, and Tanzania is more than happy to accept the Brain-Computer Interface large health care project, with plenty of volunteers.]

[Little Octopus: We will first use our own people to remotely control the construction machinery to build the first reactor, with the first group of local technical workers trained within two weeks, expecting the equipment manufacturing factory to be fully built in a month.]

[Little Octopus: The African Union is willing to grant us mining rights in the rest of the mines, and we can expect to be mostly self-sufficient in raw materials within three months, where we can start producing large vehicles and...]

Lille pinched the bridge of his nose, simultaneously reviewing Little Octopus’s data and news while feeling helpless about the Tiger Claw and Mox situation.

"...All this over that? I thought the Tiger Claw Gang had kidnapped someone from you again."

"What do you mean ’that’?!" Judy, arms folded in anger, said, "If you cut 90 percent of their revenue, how are they supposed to survive?!"

Qian Chuan remained calm, "Without the Tiger Claw Gang maintaining order, they wouldn’t be able to make any money, let alone consider survival—paying for safety is a good deal, but the problem is if there’s nowhere to pay for it in the future."

"...Listen, I actually don’t care about your damn problems."

Lille interrupted their argument, and Qian Chuan wisely shut his mouth.

Judy still had more to say, and Mako, trying to pull her back, couldn’t keep her quiet:

"I thought you guys were the good ones, but it seems I was wrong!

You are just a bunch of violent accomplices, you turned Anna into trash..."

[Little Octopus: Big brother, there’s another problem. The labor market in the other dimension is expanding too fast. I’ve adjusted the interdimensional encryption ratio of the workforce, but Night City still isn’t filled enough, and we’re expecting a gap in two weeks.]

Suddenly, Lille looked at Judy, "If you’re such a good person, why aren’t you the one undergoing a Full Body Prosthetics Transformation and fighting on the front line? Is it because you’re not good enough?

"Or do you just like watching your bestie turn into a cyberpsycho, fighting and killing for you?"