The laughter suddenly stopped, and Wildman gave the signal to act, saying to the manager in front of him

"I don't eat beef."

"?"

The manager had no clue what Wildman meant by that.

Nor did he know what the current situation had to do with beef.

But he quickly found out.

The head of the armed clerk exploded, smearing the brand on the shelf behind with brain matter, making the price tags unreadable.

The others around had no idea the three people they surrounded would act so decisively, underestimating their strength.

The three simultaneously unleashed their Sianweistan, drawing handguns with lightning speed, and at level 3 in marksmanship, they blew the heads off a dozen or so people in just two breaths.

Then Wildman made a huge leap, his gorilla arm gathering strength in mid-air, and with one iron punch on the iron skull, bent the head of an automatic machine gun, sparks flying, then grabbed the Type 31 heavy machine gun on top and fired at the other turrets.

The speed of their Sianweistan-enhanced bodies was even faster than the turrets could react, and the thumb-width bullets hitting the other turrets were as easy as dismantling building blocks, tearing them into fragments effortlessly.

Blood mixed with brains spilled across the entire market, startling other gang members shopping there.

While they were still racking their brains on how to report this to their bosses, someone made the decision for them.

The manager, thoroughly shocked, stood frozen on the spot, forgetting to even grab the gun under the counter. The heavyweight walked forward, grabbed his collar, pulled him out from behind the counter, and smashed him to the ground, slapping his face until it was bloody and unrecognizable in the blink of an eye.

"Adding more money, are we?"

"Taking advantage of the situation, are we?"

"I've never seen someone as arrogant as you, even when I sold fish at the West Lake Fish Market. Call me Gao, if you please!"

"The bigger the waves, the pricier the fish, eh?"

"Not feeling badass anymore?"

Until the man was beaten unconscious, his face swollen high as a mountain, Potato, who was carrying a load of firefighting equipment to the car, said

"You'd be better off helping to move a couple more hoses than beating him up. Just shoot him dead."

The heavyweight reluctantly released the man's collar.

Strangely enough, by all rights, their behavior should have been deemed illegal by the game's officials, but it seemed the officials were tacitly allowing this rebellious act.

Seeing the owner on the ground, the heavyweight noticed the Tiger Claws and Vortex Gang members who had come along still standing dumbfounded, and pointed, saying

"What are you looking at? Get over here and help with the moving. Didn't you hear this boss say? All today's expenses are on him, move as much as you want."

The usually swaggering gang members nodded hurriedly, terrified of displeasing these bosses and getting themselves killed.

Inside, they were wondering how these lunatics seemed more like cyber psychos than the Vortex Gang.

Seeing the equipment market doing far better 'business than when they arrived, the heavyweight sighed,

"I never thought I'd join the zero-dollar buying spree one day, really shows how unpredictable life can be."

As for the NCPD

They were as late as ever

———

A large batch of firefighting equipment was transported to the firefighting front within an hour, distributed at an incredible speed.

This was efficiency Night City hadn't seen in decades.

No backing from multinational corporations

No city council members waving flags on television

Just the determination of Watson District locals and players to extinguish the endless flames consuming their homes.

Tiger Claws, Vortex Gang, players, local small gangs, and organized masses, along with mercenaries from other places, numbered in the thousands.

In the lead of players and local community leaders, they formed a human wall around the fire scene, using water guns, extinguishers, and even pots and pans to fight the blazing fire, using whatever was on hand, amazingly not breaking into conflict, stubbornly holding the fire expansion in place, even pushing it back.

Even those burned by the flames would immediately be taken to the temporary settlement camps for basic treatment.

Everyone was risking their lives fighting the blaze.

All of this was captured on camera by Channel 54 journalists in helicopters, broadcasted on all of Night City's screens.

"Station Chief..."

The broadcasting journalist, witnessing it all, was as shocked as if he witnessed Huang Ban Tower's nuclear bombing destruction.

He gulped

"Should we... stop the broadcast..."

He meant to say it might have a bad influence or incite public unrest since the water and firefighting equipment must be illegally obtained, and continuing might offend someone, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Stop?"

The station chief's voice rose several pitches

"Do you know what our viewership rating is right now?"

"72.33%!"

"It's the highest our TV station ever had since it was established in Night City, why stop the broadcast?"

He was nearly ecstatic, as those ratings equated to money!

Money, I tell you!

Who cares about some all-food factory or city firefighting company, what can they do to News Channel 54?

Sue us or fight us?

Is a lawsuit more important than our current viewership?

Besides, we have military technology backing us up, powerful figures behind us

Who fears who?

"Keep filming for me, zoom in, zoom in further, I want to see every hair on those people's faces!"

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