Chapter 502 - 473: Fortunately

A fireball rose from the street, and in the dark night, everyone could see the explosion here.

This was nothing like a rocket launcher or anything of the sort.

[Name: Samson]

[Category: Full Body Prosthetics Transformation; Industrial Full Body Modification]

[Registered Company: New Science Co., Ltd]

[Special Patent: Ultra-tight synthetic muscle fiber and high-power magnetic piston mixture, strong enough to rearrange steel beams, manually dismantling old apartment buildings.]

[Since the loss of the manufacturing process after the old net collapse, production costs have skyrocketed.]

[Market Price: 270,000 Euros]

Network surveillance is the largest intelligence organization in the world, and Lille quickly obtained comprehensive data on Samson from Blais, roughly estimating the power of the explosion based on some of the data at hand:

high-capacity battery units, 100kWh; 5kg alcohol 2-hydrogen fuel, density 90MJ/kg.

Just looking at these paper figures, its internal energy could be equivalent to just over 200 kilograms of TNT, almost on par with some small low-drag aerial bombs.

Of course, Samson was essentially a set of prosthetics and not an aerial bomb. Because of the uneven structural strength of the overall prosthetics, the fragile parts would fracture first, causing the energy to be released prematurely, and the final overall explosion effect wasn’t as good as imagined.

But it was still astounding enough.

The road was blasted into a shallow crater nearly ten meters in diameter, and the huge pillar of smoke continued to drift after the fireball disappeared, rapidly spreading, enveloping the entire street in dust.

The Six Street Gang hooligans hiding in the houses discovered that their ears seemed to have gone silent, with only a buzzing noise remaining.

Looking up, one side of the wooden wall of the house had been twisted and broken by the shockwave, with pieces of armored plates and fragments from Samson deeply embedded in the structure.

It was scary to imagine what would have happened if those things had hit them.

The obvious ground vibration of the explosion, the dazzling fireball, the smell of gunpowder, the black smoke blocking the light, all of it made people genuinely sense a taste of a real battlefield...

Just as they had felt in their training chips.

Legend Mackinaw, even if the electromagnetic armor lock system gave excellent absorption effect against shocks, the three of them still felt as if someone had dealt them a heavy punch—

Of course, Lille felt a bit better as Little Octopus could control the Octopus Arm and exoskeleton to further distribute the force onto the vehicle.

It was quite a dazzling explosion.

Jack instantly felt quite bashful—he hadn’t expected to falter like that.

He had something to say, but Lille spoke first, "This is my decision. Take off the hammer. This kid reminded me that we better leave some surprises."

The calibers of high explosive armor-piercing bullets are usually quite large, but military technology has managed to accommodate these weapons down to a 12.7mm caliber, compatible with most vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns.

They also just happen to be compatible with Jack’s Searing Knuckles: the Searing Knuckles use 14mm shellless bullets, which only require slight modification to fit.

Although the caliber is a bit larger, the hammer’s high explosive armor-piercing bullets were actually bigger and more powerful in volume.

Jack obediently followed Lille’s instructions to remove the hammer, took out the last bullet from the magazine, and placed it in the exoskeleton’s ammo pouch.

The full body prosthetics transformations the Five Teams of Six Street Gang couldn’t handle had been taken care of, the rest was to catch up with those who were not ambushed...

[Sergeant: Hero! Over here! I got a crazy woman chasing after me!]

...

"Boss! She’s catching up!"

The copilot, Adam, clung to the rifle in his hands, moving the muzzle and shouting loudly.

The sergeant felt that sensation of being chased by a terrifying murderer.

He was now driving a Colby C125 and had thought it was just a very ordinary, precautionary change of location, but then he struck it lucky:

He had just left, and the building they had just staked out was blown up!

As the car was leaving, its tires were blown out by gunfire, and now it was practically sliding down the road!

White smoke billowed from the tires grinding against the road, the car wasn’t fast, but it was the pinnacle of the sergeant’s driving skills:

If viewed from above, one could see a figure moving rapidly across the rooftops, each step creating a crater in the roof, a seemingly small figure but unexpectedly heavy.

The exaggerated effects of stomping gave her tremendous jumping ability; she moved between rooftops as if defying gravity and quickly caught up to the car with a leap, landing perfectly high above the front of the vehicle!

Under the lights of Night City, the woman’s body became glaringly visible, Sergeant Stan’s Si Anweisitan activated—

Apart from him, everyone in the car gaped, their fingers stuck on the triggers, unable to keep the aim.

People were pissing themselves.

Why say it was a woman? Because this thing appeared to be an Alpha full-body cyborg conversion. One distinctive feature of such prosthetic transformations: they could be custom-fitted with secondary sexual characteristics.

The lights from the core district of Night City illuminated the left side of the woman, making the metal on her explosion-burnt face shine brightly.

She had a gun in her hand, which looked like it had a pistol grip, but on closer inspection, the gun’s folding handle was actually connected directly to her arm. This caused all the recoil to feed back to the shooter, increasing the kick but also the control.

A design crafted specifically for cyborgs.

Aside from the handle and the arm-fused stock, the gun resembled a hand cannon with an absurdly large caliber. The sergeant roughly estimated it to be 15mm.

Bullets of 15mm caliber came in many types—high explosive bombs, buckshot, straight-walled shellless bullets...

Better to smash into the nearby dumpster than to get hit by that thing.

Bang!

The steering wheel was wrenched violently, the accelerator floored. This nondescript car was equipped with a powerful engine, which combined with the reckless maneuver, sent the vehicle flipping over in an instant!

A series of bullets struck the rolling car. The woman reached out for the nearest roof edge, but her heavy weight caused the decayed eaves to break off instantly. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, smashing one hand into the wall and nearly clinging to it as she landed on the ground.

The wall was gouged out by her series of actions, while the Colby C125 blazed furiously amidst the rubbish.

Click.

The direct ammo feed from her right arm into the gun made a soft noise as it chambered a round.

The person in the car was still alive...

But not for long.

Boom—

The legendary roar of the Mackinaw’s engine echoed from the end of the street, a stream of bullets firing rapidly. The advancing woman activated Si Anweisitan again, her Prosthetic Eye locking onto the gun barrel beneath the armor, moving at speeds too fast for the naked eye across the road!

It looked impressive, but soon, where the hammer autocannon once was, Jack poked out with two RPGs.

The continuous fire of the Achilles Rifle and the attack of the two RPGs quickly overloaded the skill chips in the woman’s brain...

There was no escape!

Boom!

The sergeant, who had just crawled out of the car, was still lying on the ground when he saw the woman fly through the air again, though this time her posture was far from graceful.

Maintaining a backward jumping position while clutching her head, she was propelled backward by flames, shrapnel, and the blast wave—

In the passenger seat of the legendary Mackinaw, the barrel of the Achilles Rifle was charged with power...

Bang.

Two gunshots, two bullets tore through her arms and struck her body; her 120kg mass slammed hard onto the ground, creating sparks of metal...

As it happened, she crashed right in front of the sergeant, who was half-protruding from the car.

The sergeant froze: this was too perfect a position to put a bullet in her.

Instinctively, he pulled his left hand free, clutching a technical revolver. Before the woman could regain her bearings, he fired a shot that blew open her head.

His body moved faster than his brain. After firing the shot, his brain caught up: "Fuck, I just killed a market-priced 100,000 Euro cyborg monster!"

Thankfully, there was an even more terrifying cyborg monster on my side.

Beep, beep!

"Keep up!"

The legendary Mackinaw honked its horn, and Da Mai’s exaggerated voice nearly gave the sergeant an aneurysm from the concussion.

In line with the plan, the Six Street Gang was set to have vehicles arrive at the end of the race leg.

The sergeant continued to struggle out, but soon felt someone grabbing his leg, so he turned to look.

"Boss! Boss!"

Adan, covered in blood, clutched his pant leg in terror.

"Give it to me! I feel like I’m dying! I’m going to die! I want to do A!"

The sergeant, frustrated by his ineptitude, kicked him in the face: "Imbecile! That’s my damned blood! What’s even inside your head! Get the hell off me!"