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Adam Smasher dances through the narrow alley, his movements precise and deadly. Every aim, every trigger pull, is a death sentence. His shotgun is like the scythe of death, each roar taking a life. His arms extend rapidly, the strength of a gorilla, capable of crushing Prosthesis or flesh into pieces with a single grip.
On his chest, the dark core seems to respond to his violence, emitting a brilliant red light, as if cheering on Adam's slaughter. Adam's shoulder weapons are also activated, missiles and machine guns firing alternately, leaving the members of the Maelstrom Gang with nowhere to hide in the fire and steel storm. Their screams and wails become the cruel symphony of Night City.
Adam Smasher has no emotions in his eyes, only indifference and killing intent. He looked at the members of Maelstrom Gang lying on the ground, aimed his shotgun at the still breathing target, and shot bullets through their heads. He looked at the sea of corpses and blood before him, feeling the power of the dark core boiling within him. He knew this was just the beginning; his goal was the entire Night City.
In this dark alley, the only light source came from the distant neon lights and the dark core on Adam Smasher's chest, the red light flickering in the dark night like the eyes of a devil. Adam Smasher's figure grew larger in the eyes of the Maelstrom Gang members, until it obscured the entire sky. The members of Maelstrom Gang breathed heavily, their hearts gripped by an icy hand, knowing that the Grim Reaper was beckoning to them.
Adam Smasher slowly walked towards him, each step making the hearts of the Maelstrom Gang members beat faster. He didn't know what Adam Smasher would do to him, but he knew this would be his last moment. Adam Smasher stopped in front of him, his indifferent eyes looking through him with his Artificial eye, as if trying to pierce his soul.
The Maelstrom Gang member wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were filled with fear and pleading, but he knew that such pleas were useless in front of Adam Smasher. However, Adam Smasher suddenly lowered his head, seemingly examining his Prosthesis device, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
At this moment, the muzzle of his shotgun was aimed at the head of the gang member. With his last bit of strength, the member lifted his head to look at Adam with eyes filled with fear and pleading. But Adam's expression remained unchanged as he lightly pulled the trigger.
With a muffled sound, the life of the Maelstrom Gang member disappeared into the night, and the last glimmer in his eyes went out. Adam holstered his gun, turned again, and continued walking into the depths of the dark night. His figure appeared even larger and more solitary under the shroud of night. From his back, one could sense the cold and destructive power emanating from the intertwining of machinery and human nature.
As his figure gradually receded, the bloody alley regained the tranquility of the night. However, the shadow of death seemed to linger over the sky of Night City forever. In this city filled with sin and violence, the legend of Adam Smasher was slowly unfolding in the cruelest manner.
Adam Smasher stood tall on the streets, his eyes filled with a cold desire for destruction. As he looked at the chaos before him, every corner seemed to be filled with the breath of poverty and despair. His Prosthesis made him appear unusually abrupt in this area, as if the Grim Reaper had descended to the mortal world. New energy indicators constantly popped up in his brain-machine, and the core energy gradually increased. With each life he extinguished, his energy would increase by a point, giving Adam a strange sense of excitement.
He stepped out of the alley, and his sudden appearance made the pedestrians on the street pale with fear. His tall and terrifying figure, with a mechanical appearance, revealed a cold intent to kill. He casually raised his gun and shot down a panicked pedestrian. With the sound of the gunshot, the nearby crowd fell into deeper panic, and the screams and chaotic footsteps intertwined, creating a unique symphony of terror in Night City.
Some people took out their concealed guns and nervously fired at Adam. But Adam's Prosthesis was like an indestructible iron wall, leaving no trace of the bullets on him. He sneered, extended his mechanical arm, and aimed the gun at one of the men who had fired at him, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
The chaos and panic on the streets continued to spread, and the crowd scattered uncontrollably in the face of Adam's terror. Following the chaotic flow of people, he continued to push forward, his eyes filled with a fanatical desire for destruction and devastation. On this street, he felt his own power and control, with only one purpose in mind: to make Night City feel his anger, to feel the dominance and invincibility of metal.
Adam Smasher scanned the surroundings and quickly determined that this was the impoverished district of Watson District, where the buildings were in ruins and people seemed to be struggling in poverty. However, he felt no sympathy or compassion in his heart; his only purpose was to make Night City feel his presence through destruction and devastation.
As he delved deeper into the heart of the slums, the surrounding environment became increasingly dire. The streets were filled with ruins and garbage, and occasionally one could see a few homeless or sickly individuals cowering in the corners. However, in this land of poverty, Adam's appearance was as shocking as a demon's, casting a huge shadow with his mechanical body on the streets, giving an extreme sense of oppression.
Suddenly, several gunshots shattered the silence, and Adam Smasher immediately became the target of the people around him. He looked around coldly and quickly spotted several gang members with firearms pointing at him, and without hesitation, they opened fire. Adam Smasher sneered, and his body instantly rushed forward at a speed that left the surrounding people completely unable to react. The shotgun in his mechanical hand instantly sprayed, overwhelming firepower that plunged these people into chaos in an instant.
Gunshots, screams, and rapid breathing quickly spread through the streets of the slums, as the presence of Adam Smasher is like that of the Grim Reaper, carrying with it an irreparable fear. His steps never falter as he continues forward, with many attempting to stop him but unable to resist the destructive force of Adam Smasher. His shotgun and shoulder-mounted missile launcher have become his agents of death, taking multiple lives with each step.
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