His words provoked the members of the Vortex Gang, making them even angrier. But just as they were about to attack, Sengoku Ryoma suddenly chuckled.
"You're too naïve," he said mockingly. "With your limited cybernetic modifications, you really think you can take us on?"
Ryoma's tone dripped with disdain. His eyes swept lazily across the Vortex Gang members — as if he were watching a bunch of pathetic clowns.
The gang members were furious at his arrogance and charged toward Nathan Hawke and the others, only to realize that none of them reacted.
"Hmph, who do you think you are?" one of the gang leaders sneered, stepping forward. "Here in Night City, strength is all that matters. You four don't look like much, and I don't know where you crawled out from — but since you dared to trespass into our turf, you'll have to pay the price!"
Nathan Hawke smiled faintly. He didn't intend to make a move yet, but his eyes radiated a cold, unshakable dominance. Wesker and Electro stood with icy expressions, while Sengoku Ryoma watched the gathering mob with a hint of amusement in his gaze.
"Price?" Wesker said coldly. "That depends on whether you can afford it."
"Ha! Look at them — they really think they're someone important."
"They want to die? Fine, let's grant their wish!"
The Vortex Gang members were completely losing their minds, charging in with bloodlust. They surrounded the four, intent on torturing and killing them.
But Sengoku Ryoma only smiled playfully, confident and calm, as though watching a group of ants trying to bite a lion.
The Vortex Gang thought they had their prey cornered — unaware they were already trapped in a death zone. Against Nathan Hawke and his team, they stood no chance.
Wesker's figure blurred — moving faster than the eye could track. A sharp dagger flashed in his hand as he fixed his cold gaze on the gang. There was no fear, no mercy.
Even with their cybernetic limbs activated, the gang members' movements were clumsy and slow compared to Wesker's. Their minds clouded by rage, they attacked wildly, hoping to turn their enemies into pulp.
One roared and swung his metal-enhanced fist toward Wesker — but Wesker dodged effortlessly and drove his blade straight through the man's heart.
Blood splattered. The thug dropped dead. Wesker didn't even look at the body as he turned toward the next target.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before another gang member — his knife slicing through the air like black lightning, stabbing cleanly into the man's chest.
Screams echoed. Blood sprayed across the sand and concrete. But Wesker didn't stop. His movements were swift, precise, and merciless — a storm of death tearing through the crowd.
One by one, the Vortex Gang fell. Bodies pierced, torn, ripped apart — a brutal massacre. Wesker's eyes remained cold, emotionless — like a killing machine with no soul.
Bullets flew toward him. Wesker slashed downward, deflecting them with a sharp crack of sound.
The remaining gang members panicked. Their attacks were useless. Even their strongest cyber-implants couldn't withstand Wesker's ferocity. They finally realized the truth — this "ordinary man" was a monster.
But it was already too late.
Wesker's blade continued to flash through the darkness, each strike painting new arcs of blood. The gang members were helpless before him — fragile dolls being torn apart.
Then Electro stepped forward. His form blurred, his body dissolving into streaks of lightning. In an instant, he was among the Vortex Gang.
Shrill screams erupted as bolts of electricity surged through the crowd. Electro's attack was as cold as it was devastating — arcs of energy slicing through limbs, burning flesh, and leaving charred corpses in his wake.
Those caught in his storm writhed in agony, their bodies twitching violently as electric light illuminated their final moments.
To Electro, they were nothing but insects — disposable targets in his path. His eyes were devoid of emotion, filled only with icy killing intent.
The gang fell into chaos. Their formation collapsed completely under the assault.
Electro didn't stop. His rampage continued — each strike turning more of the Vortex Gang into smoldering corpses. To him, it was neither justice nor vengeance — merely routine slaughter.
When it was over, silence fell. Dozens of bodies lay broken and burned.
Electro looked down at the remains, his gaze still cold. To him, this was just another meaningless fight. These gangsters were nothing but cannon fodder in a foreign world.
A few meters away, Sengoku Ryoma and Nathan Hawke were chatting casually in the middle of the carnage.
"Recently, Electro told me he's developed a new technique called Spirit of the Thunder God," Ryoma said.
Before he could elaborate, Nathan interrupted, "Any side effects?"
Ryoma nodded, glancing at Electro's emotionless face as he continued slaughtering. "He said that after using Spirit of the Thunder God, his mind becomes unnaturally calm — his emotions fade, and even his desires nearly vanish. He feels like a machine — cold and devoid of humanity."
Nathan frowned. He knew what that meant. The power boost came at a terrible cost — the erosion of one's humanity. In the world of superheroes, power was essential, but losing one's soul was a price too steep to pay.
"Can he control it?" Nathan asked.
Ryoma shrugged. "He says he's trying, but he still can't fully handle the side effects."
"Help him when we return," Nathan said firmly.
Ryoma nodded in response.
Suddenly — BOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the area.
Nathan and Ryoma turned toward the source.
The Vortex Gang's leader had gone berserk — his cybernetic body overheating and bursting into flames. His eyes glowed with a crazed red light, completely losing all reason.
"Hahahaha! You're all my toys!" the man screamed hysterically, his laughter echoing like a demon's.
Wesker stood unfazed, watching the madman with a calm, almost bored expression — as if he had already foreseen this.
The gang leader lunged forward, his flaming fists swinging wildly. Wesker moved like a ghost, dodging each blow with precision.
"Nice dodge!" the leader cackled, unleashing a storm of fire from his cybernetic arms.
Wesker remained silent, eyes cold. In a blink, he leaped behind the man and delivered a powerful kick that sent the leader flying.
But the man didn't stop — instead, his madness grew. The flames burned hotter, his body trembling as he pushed his limits.
"I can feel it… the power!" he roared.
He hurled a blazing punch, sending a tornado of fire roaring toward Wesker.
Wesker rolled aside — and when he looked up, the gang leader was already consumed by his own flames, turning into ashes.
Electro appeared beside him. "More people are converging on this area. The boss says we should move out."
Wesker nodded without hesitation. The four quickly retreated from the northern industrial zone.
As they passed through Watson District, they noticed several Vortex Gang vehicles speeding toward the industrial area — reinforcements, no doubt.
While the group discussed their next move, Wesker said coldly, "They must've realized how strong we are. That's why they're sending everyone."
Sengoku Ryoma grinned, hacking into a stolen credit chip with his briefcase. "Perfect. While they're busy, we can slip out easily — and I'll help myself to their funds."
The three turned toward Nathan Hawke.
"So," Ryoma asked, "what's the plan?"
Nathan thought for a moment. "We've got a plan, yes — but what about the data theft issue?"
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