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Adam walked slowly to the other side of the room, his Prosthesis emitting a cold metallic sound with each step in the dark, narrow space. His Artificial eye system scanned continuously, trying to find useful equipment. Soon, his gaze was drawn to the silver box in the corner.
Approaching the box, he opened it to find a very familiar shotgun inside—Massacre. Although it was considered a relatively cheap weapon on the market, its power and violent performance in close to mid-range combat made it the preferred choice for many lone wolves and street fighters.
Adam picked up Massacre, feeling its cold metallic texture. His fingers naturally wrapped around the trigger, lifting it and aiming, everything felt so familiar, like he was back in his days of street fighting in Night City. He checked the shotgun's loading, making sure it was ready for battle at any moment.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, Massacre was not just a weapon, it was a symbol of his return to Night City, a powerful assistant on his path to revenge. He glanced at the room again, making sure there was nothing else worth taking, then decided to leave the place and start his journey of revenge.
He walked to the door, pushed open the cold iron door, and a gust of cold wind hit his face. The sky of Night City was still gloomy, and the distant neon lights flickered, casting his shadow very long. He knew that from this moment on, he would once again become the nightmare of Night City, he would make those enemies pay the price, and he would rewrite the legend of Adam Smasher on the land of Night City.
When Adam Smasher walked out of the narrow and dark operating room, his heart was filled with hatred and determination towards Night City. His gaze lingered on the iron door of the operating room, the place where he revived from death and stepped into the sinful world of Night City once again. He knew that from this place, he would once again become the fear of Night City.
He had no hesitation in his heart, and immediately activated the missile launcher system on his shoulder. The mechanical sound of the missile launcher started, and it slowly turned towards the direction of the operating room. Adam Smasher Turning to look at the operating room, a hint of indifference and cruelty flashed in his eyes. He pressed the launch button.
With a deafening explosion, a missile shot out at high speed, directly hitting the iron door of the operating room. In that instant, flames splattered, and a huge explosion reverberated in the silence of Night City. The iron door and walls of the operating room were instantly blown away by the force of the explosion, and flames and smoke instantly filled the entire space.
Adam stood in the flames and smoke, his Prosthesis gleaming with a cold light in the fire. He took a deep breath, the smell of gunpowder stimulating his senses. He felt the familiar and exciting scent, a taste of battle and revenge. He sighed, "I love the smell of gunpowder in the morning!" His voice echoed in the silence of Night City, filled with indifference and determination.
Adam Smasher heard the distant sound of vehicles, accompanied by a cacophony of music, and his Artificial eye system captured a group of figures. He immediately recognized them as members of the Maelstrom Gang, known for their madness, instability, and love of modifying Prosthesis. They looked like monsters emerging from hell, with almost no intact human organs on their bodies, all skin and muscle replaced by various strange Prosthesis. Their eyes were hollow and lifeless, revealing a desire for madness and combat.
Their car was parked haphazardly at the entrance of a dead-end alley, with the music still blaring loudly. They scanned the area with their guns, seemingly trying to locate the source of the explosion. Adam Smasher stood silently amidst the smoke and remnants of fire, his figure appearing extremely sinister and terrifying in the eyes of the Maelstrom Gang.
The leader of the Maelstrom Gang, a man named Crazy Axis, looked at Adam Smasher's figure, a hint of fear and excitement flashing in his eyes. He seemed to have never seen such a powerful and terrifying Prosthesis warrior. A hint of madness appeared at the corner of his mouth as he raised the gun in his hand, pointing it at Adam Smasher.
"Look who it is," Crazy Axis sneered, his voice echoing through the silence of Night City. His henchmen raised their weapons, their eyes filled with the fervor of battle and madness.
Members of the Maelstrom Gang quickly surrounded Adam Smasher, their guns aimed at him as they spewed mocking and insulting words. The boss, Crazy Axis, pressed his shotgun against Adam's forehead, greedily eyeing his Prosthesis equipment. Inhaling a strange gas, he made no effort to conceal his greed and arrogance as he taunted loudly, "Look at this guy, covered in high-end Prosthesis. Must be worth a fortune. Brothers, kill him, tear off his Prosthesis and sell it. We can celebrate tonight." His words elicited raucous laughter from the surrounding gang members, as if they could already envision the inhumane dismantling of Adam.
At that moment, one of the members suddenly showed a terrified expression. His artificial eye had matched the facial data of Adam to the information of Adam Smasher. Trembling, he said to Crazy Axis, "B-boss, he... he is Adam Smasher."
"What? Adam Smasher?" Crazy Axis was momentarily shocked, but soon burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Adam Smasher? That guy who's been dead for ages? Are you out of your mind?"
Just as Crazy Axis was gloating, Adam moved like lightning, raising his arm and aiming Massacre's shotgun at Crazy Axis's forehead, pulling the trigger. The shotgun's roar echoed in the alley as Crazy Axis's head was instantly blown to pieces by the force of the shotgun, splattering blood, flesh, and brain matter, staining his Prosthesis red.
The other members of the Maelstrom Gang stood frozen in shock, their faces filled with disbelief and fear. In their hearts, Adam Smasher was a legendary figure, the most ruthless killer in Night City, and now his name was once again spreading through Night City, carrying an aura of terror and death.
Adam looked at them, indifferent. His shotgun roared time and time again, each roar taking a life. Members of the Maelstrom Gang fell in a pool of blood, their gunfire and screams like a symphony of despair. The smell of blood and death permeated the alley, and Adam Smasher seemed like the grim reaper, his figure appearing particularly indifferent and terrifying in the firelight and smoke.
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