Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 820 - 265: As a Priest, Isn’t It Reasonable to Carry a Morningstar for Self-Defense When Going Out?

"Still daring to walk the streets? I thought they were all scared stiff."

Although the Horizon Corporation's active attacks caused some chaos within the gangs and the disgust of local citizens, the gang members who had been "oppressed" by the other side for half a year hardly cared.

Finally venting their anger, shouldn't they at least put on a good show?

With internal arrangements, every Pandora Corporation's exposed stronghold had gang members hidden in the surrounding high buildings to keep watch. As long as any vehicle dared to step out, they'd intercept the vehicle mid-way, kill the passengers, and destroy the car.

However, not many dared to approach the core office.

Super hackers, a tightly-knit surveillance network, and indistinguishable mercenaries among crowds, along with ordinary people who would readily tip off the office, created an iron-clad fortress. Gang members could only use high-powered binoculars from afar to monitor their movements, let alone eavesdrop on what Lin Miao was saying at the bar.

Even if they knew, the gang leaders wouldn't divulge it to those at lower levels.

Knowing too much would only hinder them from embodying their expendable nature.

"Who cares! It's delivered bounty money, just perfect to avenge Barnes."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old hot-blooded youth ground his teeth; Barnes, who had guided him in gambling and getting high, was once a great brother, yet recently had his head blown off by a mercenary over a kidnapping ransom. This feud is irreconcilable!

Watching three garbage trucks slowly drive out of the warehouse at dawn's faint light, the group couldn't afford to delay.

"Let's go, avenge our fallen brothers!"

Actions speak louder than words; young people possess a certain vigor.

Soon, the rumbling engines and neon light rings shattered the morning silence.

Several motorcycles burst out from an alley below, two people per group, with drivers and shooters clearly assigned.

Though the Sixth Street Gang didn't favor flashy slogans like the Tiger Claw Gang, young people in Night City loved neon, no exception.

"Tsk, ghostfire brats, slow down and take it easy."

Jing Luo Fury watched the mirrored image of approaching biker-shooters without urging Clara to speed up and lose them, riding leisurely down the road.

His eyes filled with disdain, completely forgetting that his own bright mohawk was more flamboyant than the ghostfire boys.

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he looked at the New Dynasty Elegance seated on the bed.

"Father, how about a couple of blessings later?"

New Dynasty Elegance adjusted his glasses and remarked calmly,

"Today is a weekend; funeral services aren't on my agenda."

"Well, a pity—park the car or they'll start shooting."

Clara, dripping sweat, was signaled by Jing Luo Fury to pull over. The ghostfire boys' motorcycles quickly surrounded the garbage truck, firing skyward as if celebrating their win.

Da-da-da—

Some even aimed at the vehicle's front, submachine bullets effortlessly piercing the windshield; if not for Jing Luo Fury quickly pressing Clara's head down to hide by the driver's seat, she might have been the first to be injured.

But Clara couldn't help but scream in panic.

Hearing Clara's fearful screams behind the headlights lit up the Sixth Street Gang members' excitement, though this excitement did not last long; the passenger-side door soon swung open.

First to step out was the cocky red mohawk, followed by a priest in cleric robes.

Clearly not formidable characters, utterly ordinary.

"An unexpected surprise?"

"Father, are you off to attend mass? Need a ride?"

"Maybe it's some idiot from the Valentino Gang, hahaha."

"Tie them to the back of the car and drag them through the streets! I'll use their blood to honor the boss, hahaha!!!"

In the chaotic dawn, the piercing daylight from the distant fringe of the Evil Land broke through darkness, casting long shadows from skyscrapers along the streets, extending to New Dynasty Elegance's feet.

As the Sixth Street approached, he, unfazed, unfolded a steel-bound Bible in his hand, reciting calmly—his prayers even seemed to overshadow the screeching motorcycle engines.

"Ask yourselves, why are you?"

"Hah?"

Confusion seized not just the Sixth Street Gang but Clara inside the car.

"Father, what's he doing?"

"He's pretending—ignore him."

"You are traitors, and traitor Judas…"

"For thirty pieces of silver you sold the holy son to the Roman soldiers, traitors marked by sin only cleansed with blood."

"I, the Holy Walker, hereby declare—"

Snap

The steel cover shut with a crisp collision sound.

As dawn arose behind New Dynasty Elegance, the shadow cast by streetlights extended from his feet, his eyes piercing with lethal intent beneath the backlit black face.

"Solan Mendes—rape, first-degree murder, kidnapping, robbery…" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The bounty system in the Horizon Corporation, effective due to its efficacy, listed crimes more than previously recorded.

"Stop playing god!"

Outraged by having his name called out, Sixth Street raised their submachine guns, firing with the intent to kill the priest.

"Sentenced to death."

Da-da-da!!!

Seven or eight submachine guns unleashed a metal storm towards New Dynasty Elegance's position, the shooting flames illuminating their frozen grinning expressions.

Bam!

A spiked hammer tore through the bullet storm, smashing into Mendes' face, sharp metal spikes piercing his skin and muscle, immense force collapsing his nasal bones into his face, ejecting his two cybernetic eyes from the crushed skull.