"Give up the resistance, you rats."
A dull, mechanical synthesized voice echoed in the warehouse, its tone undisguisedly arrogant.
"I've crushed countless idiots like you, dreaming of rebellion, while piloting this mech."
The pilot sneered, the mech's massive cannon barrels steadily locking onto the crowd ahead.
"Do you think you can fight against a global conglomerate like this? A bunch of idiots whose brains are practically stuffed with nutritional paste. Kneel down right now, and I might have the mercy to leave you with a whole corpse."
He had assumed that this motley crew of thugs and hooligans, witnessing his overwhelming power, would be so terrified that their legs would give way and they would kneel down, weeping and begging for mercy.
But the scene he envisioned did not appear.
A white-haired woman stood there, staring at him with disdain, not even bothering to pick up the two pistols that had fallen to the ground at her feet.
A green-haired psychopath stood at the front, looking at the mecha with an indescribably complex gaze. His eyes didn't seem to be looking at the Grim Reaper, but rather at a pitiful wretch about to step into the crusher.
None of the other Joker Gang members took a step back.
They had already witnessed Chen Mo's breathtaking strength and had just learned that Chen Mo would help them. Now, seeing someone suddenly run up to Chen Mo and show off, all their fear was replaced by a sense of absurdity and comicality.
Some people couldn't help but let out a soft scoff.
This mocking attitude, as if looking at someone as an idiot, was transmitted back to the cockpit via the mech's optical detectors.
The driver was completely enraged.
"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"
He roared and pressed the fire button without hesitation.
The mech's plasma cannon instantly emitted a piercing charging whistle, and a dazzling, deadly blue light gathered at the muzzle.
Unfortunately, that blue light never had the chance to be emitted.
Before the cannon barrels were fully lit, Chen Mo made his move.
He didn't draw his gun, nor did he assume any fighting stance; he simply yawned casually.
"No, I need to skip this part."
The next second, countless black and red tentacles erupted from the ground like a raging tide.
There was no deafening explosion, nor any dazzling energy light effects.
There was only the pure, chilling sound of physical tearing.
The four-meter-tall heavy mech didn't even have time to issue a system warning before it was instantly entangled by several thick tentacles and torn in two like paper.
The driver inside didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to a cloud of blood mist amidst the hydraulic fluid and Blacklight.
This is just the beginning.
Violent Blacklight tendrils spread out along the broken walls.
The dozens of heavily armed troops, armored vehicles, and even military aircraft that had just blocked off all the streets outside the factory suffered a devastating blow in a mere second.
The sharp tentacles pierced through the hardest alloy armor.
The heavy tank was overturned and crushed on the spot.
One second.
In just one second.
The killing ended instantly.
The acid rain was still falling outside, but the deafening engine noise and loudspeaker announcements had completely disappeared.
Looking around, all that could be seen around the factory was scrap metal and bits of meat mixed in with mud and water.
The hall was deathly silent.
Although the members of the Joker Gang already knew that Chen Mo was incredibly strong, they were still speechless with shock when they witnessed him effortlessly annihilate an entire heavily armed force without warning.
Gulp
Someone swallowed hard.
"My goodness..." someone muttered under their breath, feeling their legs go weak.
V opened his mouth, looked at the wreckage of the mecha on the ground, and then looked at Chen Mo.
"You're just too..." She couldn't find the right words to describe it.
"Too much what?" Chen Mo clapped his hands.
"That's incredible, it's almost unreasonable."
"Damn it, what's the point of reasoning with a dead man? It's a waste of my breath."
At the top of Night City, the Nite Owl Tower.
In the dark room on the top floor, Thomas Wayne stared intently at the monitor screen in front of him.
The images transmitted by those hidden cameras played back frame by frame in front of him.
That blackish-red substance, in an incomprehensible manner, wiped out the entire elite force sent by Luthor using only physical force, so fast that even the system couldn't analyze the source of the energy fluctuations.
The screen quickly went dark, and the last few cameras were completely destroyed by the aftershocks.
Nite Owl leaned back in his chair, his expression perfectly calm, even though a bead of sweat had appeared on his forehead beneath his mask.
He crossed his arms and tapped the back of his hands lightly with his fingers.
This guy is a real pain.
No, "trouble" is an understatement; it's a completely uncontrollable and unsolvable disaster.
Previous tests have proven that conventional weapons, or even elite troops carrying military weapons, are meaningless to him.
If they reveal their trump card...
No, we need to have a backup plan.
"It seems it's time to prepare to activate the backup plan."
Nite Owl turned around and brought up a core, independent data channel.
Let's start preparing to run away. If our trump card doesn't work, then trying to fight this unreasonable monster head-on will only lead to our death.
At the same time, at Luthor Mansion.
Lex Luthor stood in front of the huge tactical screen, his face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.
The All Foods Processing Plant's signal was completely cut off.
The armored units he dispatched instantly lost all vital signs and equipment connections.
In Luthor's mind, there was only one person in the entire Night City who could wipe out a heavily armed force so quickly and silently.
That is Nite Owl, who controls the highest level of network access in the entire city.
He finally couldn't hold back and revealed his hand.
Luthor sneered, his mind racing with calculations, trying to figure out what secret weapon Nite Owl had used to achieve such an instant kill.
It's okay, this is the moment he's been waiting for.
Since Nite Owl dared to flip the table first, he shouldn't blame him for smashing the city to pieces.
Luthor turned and walked to the large desk, his eyes fixed intently on the red command button on it.
With just the press of this button, his long-awaited super army will set out and take over Night City completely.
He confidently extended his hand, ready to issue the order for a general offensive to the entire army.
"Go to hell, Thomas."
However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the button...
Sizzle. Clang!
A sharp, teeth-grinding noise and the sound of something hitting the ground suddenly rang out.
Luthor looked up, his eyes widening instantly.
His specially made alloy door, which was said to be able to withstand a nuclear explosion, shattered into pieces without any warning.