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Cyberpunk - Adam's Rampage
墨書 Inktalez
At the height of the Arasaka Building, the neon lights of Night City flickered, illuminating the battle that would determine fate. V tightly gripped the gun in his hand, the fire in his eyes reflecting his inner anger and despair. Every breath he took was for survival, to free himself from the grip of that death chip.
Adam Smasher stood opposite him, almost entirely covered in Prosthesis modifications, with only a glimmer of humanity left in his eyes. A cold smile played on his face, but beneath his ruthless exterior, a subtle conflict and fear stirred.
V's knuckles tightened on the trigger, and the bullets shot towards Adam Smasher like angry thunder, each one declaring to him that his sins were unforgivable. But Adam Smasher's Prosthesis made him like a steel monster, with each bullet bouncing off him, leaving only a few marks on his mechanical body.
Adam Smasher sneered, the small missile launcher on his shoulder buzzing as the missiles shot towards V like blazing meteors. Each explosion shook the building, as if even the heavens and earth trembled for this battle.
V shuttles through the explosions and debris, every step a dance on the edge of death. He knows this is not just his own battle, it's for Night City, for all the trampled lives.
A hint of unease flashes in Adam Smasher' eyes. V's determination and courage seem to shake something deep inside him. But he forcefully suppresses this feeling. He cannot retreat, he cannot waver at this critical moment.
However, every bullet, every explosion, silently tells the tale that this battle is far from over, and the fate of Night City still hangs in the balance. In the neon lights, V and the shadow of Adam Smasher stretch long, as if time itself is elongated until the moment of decision arrives.
Amid the cold steel of the Arasaka Building, the neon lights of Night City seem to be tinged red by the flames of this moment. The cold smirk of Adam Smasher permeates the air of iron and fire, as his machine gun mercilessly sweeps toward V, each bullet carrying his indifferent mockery and ruthless disregard. A cruel smile hangs on his lips, seemingly aiming to showcase his power and ruthlessness in this manner.
"Haha, look at you, V. How fragile and pitiful you are," the mocking voice of Adam Smasher pierced through the roar of the battle, filled with contempt and insult towards V. In his eyes, V was nothing but a weakling, an opponent he could easily defeat.
V gritted his teeth, finding temporary safety behind cover, giving him a moment to catch his breath. His hands trembled, but he managed to reload his gun with a new magazine. Every movement reminded him of the importance of this battle, the fate of Night City, and his own destiny, all hanging in the balance at this moment.
He could feel the almost frantic barrage of Adam Smasher, each bullet threatening his life, each impact reminding him how close death was. But he couldn't back down, he couldn't show fear and weakness at this moment.
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself. In this situation, he knew that any fear and hesitation would cost him his chance of survival. He had to stay calm, had to find the flaw in Adam Smasher, find a way to end this battle.
The sound of gunfire suddenly stopped, and V knew this was his chance. He leaped out from behind cover, his gun drawing a bright line of fire in the night sky, pointing directly at Adam Smasher. His eyes flashed with determination, refusing to back down even in the face of Night City's most terrifying mercenary.
The sound of bullets cutting through the air intertwined with Adam Smasher' cold laughter, creating a unique melody in the sky above Night City. Every movement, every moment, spoke of the tension and intensity of life and death.
As Adam Smasher gradually ran out of ammunition in his hands, his cold laughter echoed in the air, as if he still didn't care about V. However, this was exactly the moment V had been waiting for. He took a deep breath, suppressing his impatience and fear, and quickly flipped out from the safety of the cover. The submachine gun in his hand whistled as the bullets sprayed out like an angry swarm of bees towards Adam Smasher.
Adam Smasher watched the bullets flying towards him, laughing loudly as his laughter echoed through the empty corridors of the Arasaka Building. "Haha, did you really think these things could hurt me?" he taunted, as if he could already see V's failure.
However, V's actions did not pause for a moment. While firing, he quickly pulled out a pulse grenade from his pocket and firmly threw it towards Adam Smasher. With a deafening explosion, a strong electromagnetic pulse burst in the air, resembling a brief aurora borealis, casting everything around in a pale blue-white halo.
Adam Smasher instantly felt a strong disruption in his system. Despite his Prosthesis being equipped with an anti-electromagnetic pulse system, his body was unable to respond immediately under such intense electromagnetic interference. The system's warning messages kept flashing, making him feel an unprecedented level of danger.
He struggled to control his body, but for a moment, he couldn't respond. V, however, wouldn't miss this rare opportunity. A determined light flashed in his eyes as he tightened his grip on the assault rifle and fired repeatedly at the critical parts of Adam Smasher. Each bullet was his desire to survive, a cry for freedom, and a ruthless response to Adam Smasher.
At that moment, the sky of Night City seemed to tremble. This battle about fate was rapidly moving in a new direction.
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