169: Safe evacuation

Fang Yun's thoughts stopped abruptly here.

Looking back at Valentine and Toke.

Seeing Valentine, seizing the moment while the pursuers were immobilized, swiftly pulled an EMP grenade from his tactical belt.

"Originally, I planned to use this big killer on Ling Bu, but now it seems you'll get to 'enjoy' it. Heh heh heh."

In the cyberpunk world, what type of weapon is the hardest to get?

The answer is electromagnetic pulse weapons, or EMP type weapons.

For the cyberpunk era, where basic theory still hasn't escaped the realm of "electromagnetism," EMP is an unavoidable natural enemy.

In cyberpunk 2077, oh, no, it should be said in cyberpunk 2075, the difficulty of obtaining EMP-type weapons is much higher than obtaining conventional kinetic, tech, smart firearms, and Militech cyberware.

Valentine's EMP grenade was actually a homemade version cobbled together by the family's weapons expert, Kassana.

However, in terms of power, there's nothing to say; it's definitely no worse than an EMP grenade of the same level.

Pulling the pin, he threw it high.

A spectral blue pulse radiated rapidly from the grenade's center, instantly covering the entire alley.

Crouching back around the corner, Valentine felt his cybernetic eyes suddenly blur, and crackling static filled his ears.

"Damn! Kassana's stuff is still so potent!"

Toke, also affected by the electromagnetic pulse, couldn't help but curse, an excited expression on his face.

"Let's go up and take care of them!"

Fang Yun shouted as he pulled out his nichirin sword and charged into the alley.

Seeing this, Toke quickly followed, clutching his submachine gun.

Valentine, however, was already ahead, having charged out early, and was now having a "heart-to-heart" friendly exchange with the Death Squad pursuers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Bang!"

"Swoosh! Thud."

All three shots hit the head, every one a bullseye. Valentine's marksmanship was as reassuring as ever.

Toke, holding his submachine gun, charged towards a burly Death Squad member, firing continuously as he approached.

First, he shattered the burly man's hands, then broke his legs. Finally, getting close, he pulled out a shotgun from behind him and blew his head off with one shot.

The last pursuer, the only remaining burly man, was mercilessly beheaded by Fang Yun with his nichirin sword.

The large head, propelled by blood, flew high into the sky, only to hit the ground with a "thud" two seconds later.

"That was a relatively easy solution."

"This isn't a good place to stay long; let's withdraw quickly."

"Grab the nightingale, and let's go."

To avoid further pursuers or being targeted by Militech personnel, the three of them picked up the nightingale, which they had temporarily placed on the ground, and quickly ran towards the thunder.

After turning two corners.

Fang Yun, holding the nightingale, ran towards the thunder nearby, opened the car door via remote control, and placed it in the back seat.

"Toke, you watch it. Just make sure it doesn't fall off the seat."

"OK."

Fang Yun walked around and got into the driver's seat.

The three of them closed the car doors together.

Ignition, reverse, floor the gas pedal.

The thunder, like an arrow released from a bow, shot out of the alley and sped away.

Although the Death Squad and Animals personnel were still entangled with Militech's "cleaner squad," for Fang Yun and the others, this commission had successfully concluded.

『What? You're saying the Death Squad didn't station people around the nightingale, and how could Militech also be so careless about the nightingale?』

『Then I have to talk about the love-hate relationship between two mid-level managers at Militech.』

『In short, it's like this and like that, did you get it? (Dog head emoji)』

『It doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, this doesn't affect the plot development. (Heavy fog emoji)』

...

The roar of the engine gradually blended into the clamor of Night City. Fang Yun drove the thunder onto the main road, and the world outside the car window suddenly brightened.

Compared to the dim alley just now, Night City's main road appeared much brighter.

As night was falling, the large and small neon lights on the streets lit up one by one.

On the horizon in the distance, the embers of dusk had not yet completely extinguished. A lingering streak of dark orange glow hung in the sky, like the edge of red-hot metal, slowly cooling into deep blue as time passed.

Countless neon lights forcibly tore through the twilight, injecting colorful vitality into Night City.

As the last ray of sunlight vanished, the 5000W searchlights on top of Night City's skyscrapers suddenly lit up.

Hundreds and thousands of laser beams shot into the sky, making the pitch-black sky turn somewhat pale.

This city that never sleeps only reveals its true face after night falls.

Beneath the dazzling lights, countless darknesses lurk. Within that bottomless darkness, countless sins are buried. This is the unignorable undertone of this city.

The thunder drove past a commercial street. The scene outside the car window flashed quickly before Fang Yun and the other two, like a flowing electronic scroll.

The intercity transport loop, already implemented in the 2.0 version of the game, crisscrossed and connected above their heads.

Suspended trains, emitting pale blue afterburners, sped along the tracks.

Looking down, beneath the city's overpasses were intricate streets.

The crowds on the streets gradually thickened. The people living in Night City officially kicked off their nightlife.

Company employees in suits and ties brushed past street thugs covered in cyberware. People of vastly different statuses were walking on the same street at this moment.

『Does this mean that both company employees and street thugs actually belong to the same class—the exploited class? (Picasso contemplating.jpg)』

Glowing stalls set up by roadside vendors sold various cheap snacks; in deep, narrow alleys, unscrupulous black-hearted merchants scurried about, reselling Superdream chips that could make people temporarily forget reality.

Scantily clad female models or stars posed provocatively on screens of various sizes, promoting the products they endorsed.

Occasionally, projections of sex dolls, almost completely naked, could be seen appearing at storefronts, soliciting business for the shops.

Fang Yun rolled down the car window. Instantly, air mixed with the smell of decaying garbage, mildew, engine oil, cheap perfume, e-cigarettes, and sewage flooded into the car.

"This is really f***ing right. This is the smell I imagined Night City should have."

Hearing Fang Yun's words, Valentine and Toke exchanged glances, fell silent for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter, replying:

"Hahahahaha, damn it, you're really f***ing right."

"Hahaha, that makes some sense. I can't even refute it. In my opinion, Night City should also have this smell."

"Right? My feelings are never wrong."

"That's great then."

"If you ask me, Fang Yun is quite a character."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the thunder's direction of travel began to turn downwards.

The exit from the overpass highway was not far away.

Fang Yun made a right turn, drove over two speed bumps, and entered the city's slow traffic road.

In the gaps between skyscrapers, a giant 3D billboard projected a whiskey logo.

Holographic liquor poured down from the whiskey bottle's mouth, dispersing into countless light particles before hitting the ground.

Further away, the triangular silhouette of Arasaka Tower pierced the sky. The red warning light at the top was like a malevolent eye, monitoring the entire city.

Suddenly, a hovercar swept low over the thunder. Its high-power searchlight swept across the ground, tearing through shadows and leaving cyberpsychos hiding in the dark with nowhere to hide.

"Cyberpsychosis Riot Squad?"

"I've long heard of their great name. Seeing them now, they're indeed quite interesting, huh."