Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 830 - 268: The Art of Life (Part 2)

Fortunately, V doesn't have the habit of wearing a seatbelt. Otherwise, it would have broken long ago.

With the newfound space and imbalance, the female secretary escaped from Lin Miao's grasp, looking at the teetering Lin Miao's back, ready to kill the target.

Unexpectedly, Lin Miao steadied his right foot and adjusted his left foot, pulling out a long section of the seatbelt, flipping over to wrap it around the secretary's neck, then fiercely tugged to break the safety device. The secretary lost balance and was dragged out of the car, her body hanging at the car's rear by the seatbelt, her face scraping against the ground, causing a high-speed friction like cowboys dragging Indians in a parade.

Clang, clang, clang—

That is not the sound of flesh grinding against the ground but metal being sharpened on pebbles, even sparks were flying.

Most of the face was ground away without leaving a single drop of blood, instead, exposing the remaining half of dark Latin American skin, and her clothes were torn apart.

The two PAD chest pads were flung away.

Dead? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

For someone so heavily modified, mere high-speed friction wouldn't lead to death, even if Lin Miao were to stomp her head against the ground.

Now, with no one around, Lin Miao drew an electromagnetic pistol from his waist, ready to finish the assassin, but the other side was even more decisive.

Realizing the assassination had failed and the opportunity was lost, Aguirre straightforwardly used a Mantis Blade to cut the seatbelt, allowing her body to roll a long way down the road. When she got up again, all the bionic skin had fallen off, exposing a purely cybernetic body, void of human traces. She watched the departing half-car hood with Lin Miao standing on it, limping towards a hidden spot, resembling a robot.

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The reason public vehicles are so durable is that those senators wouldn't let themselves suffer.

The car, with its roof, doors, and rear chopped off, even leaking fuel as it moved, left only half a car with an engine.

In such a state, it managed to carry Lin Miao to his destination, truly a miracle.

The location was the abandoned factory area at the edge of the Watson District, full of empty shells left after industrial equipment had been dismantled.

Factory ruins tilted this way and that, resembling a graveyard of the past.

Deep red rust covered the frames and skins, the remaining scraps of iron sheets on beams swaying in the sea breeze, as if ready to fall any moment.

What's peculiar is that months ago, an 'earthquake' caused these buildings, which were relatively intact, to collapse massively.

Lin Miao looked at his already tattered bulletproof suit with some distress, tidied up briefly and headed into the factory ruins.

The other side was considerate, leaving traces of blood on the floor to guide Lin Miao. Otherwise, this vast area would be hard to search.

It was a three-story steel framework factory, relatively intact compared to the surrounding ones; the stairs were still fairly solid.

But upon entering, Lin Miao could smell a strong scent of blood, and accompanying it was the fresh blood dripping from the corroded iron sheet pits.

"..."

He ascended the creaky metal stairs, their rusty handrails crumbling upon grip, genuinely worried the stairs might collapse halfway.

"Hum hum… hum…"

That person, clad in a suit and with his back to Lin Miao, swung a scalpel leisurely while humming a tune, thoroughly absorbed in his art.

Getting closer, Lin Miao observed the victim of this 'art', unrecognizable.

Because the person's skin had been entirely peeled and immersed in formaldehyde, leaving only bright red muscle and fat clinging to the skeletal frame, muscles distinctly layered.

Only the eye sockets were void.

Further down, the neck was also slit, all the way down, revealing a barely pulsing heart and faintly expanding and contracting lungs, with minimal motion, close to death.

The hands and feet were disassembled, with prosthetic eyes tossed aside, looking expensive and sophisticated, clearly disliked by the creator.

Though bizarre, Lin Miao was convinced of the other's exceptional skills, unmatched by any doctor in ERO Corporation.

Moreover, Lin Miao vaguely felt familiarity with either the victim or perpetrator, sensing he had met them both.

"Who is he?"

Lin Miao grasped his pistol, not confident of killing the other directly, evidently waiting for him here.

"Mr. Lin, you should know him well."

The person put down the scalpel, removed his gloves, and looked at Lin Miao.

"However, I can introduce him to you."

A blond man elegantly introduced his art piece to Lin Miao.

"His name is Zheng Shichang, an employee of Kangtao Corporation, likely met you once."

Ahh, it's him...

Lin Miao recalled him a bit, though not fondly, his current state seemed extremely bizarre.

"Did he offend you?"

"No, he offended Mr. Lin, so to speak."

"Me?"

"Yes, I tasked him to investigate your files at Kangtao."

"Deserved to die, cut him a few more times for me."

Though Lin Miao didn't know this person's name, he likely belonged to biotechnics, Soviet Petrochemical, or Cuban interests, having nothing to do with Kangtao. Zheng Shichang stealing Lin Miao's files to sell to such individuals was akin to traitors of past eras, even Lingchi is too lenient for him.