Anyway, while in the doctor's clinic, Mercer didn't have to hold back. It wasn't his concern how much these guys had to pay for medical bills.
David was stunned, first looking at the smoking guys on the ground, then at Mercer, stuttering a bit: "I, I mean... hacker... that powerful?"
This kind of street confrontation was completely beyond David's imagination.
He had seen thugs who started shooting after hurling insults, but he'd never seen someone who could make others smoke all over just by glaring at them.
"It's him who's powerful, not the hacker," Rebecca said with a proud smile.
The prosthetic doctor wasn't in the mood to praise Mercer's skill. Knowing how formidable a hacker who could manage such a feat was, he quickly ushered David into the operating room.
In the Cyber World, having your nose broken was as trivial as a scrape, just requiring a quick scan to confirm it was a fracture, then the doctor simply grabbed a cotton swab and snapped the nose back into place.
Then it was just a matter of injecting a shot of nano repair at the nasal bone to finish the process.
This nano-technology-infused filling and repair agent, once injected into the injury, automatically repaired the flesh and bone damage, reinforcing the injured bone. In about a night, this little injury would be mostly healed.
It was so simple it only took three minutes. David didn't even know if his nose was broken or fractured by the time the doctor finished the procedure.
After confirming nothing went wrong, the prosthetic doctor looked at Mercer with a forced smile and said, "Is this satisfactory?"
"It's fine." Mercer nodded, transferred him the cost for the nano repair shot, then added meaningfully, "Is that enough?"
"It's enough, it's enough, please come again next time! I promise, I'm the most reliable prosthetic doctor in this area, I won't let you down." The prosthetic doctor said with a fawning smile.
But Mercer just chuckled and turned to leave with David.
Once out of the apartment where the clinic was located, Mercer glanced around, suddenly stopped, pulled David back to the entrance, and calmly instructed, "Don't come here again unless you have a death wish, got it?"
David was a bit baffled: "Uh, why?"
"Because he's a fool working with Cleaner Fish, and those scraps in the room come from Cleaner Fish," Mercer replied.
David still didn't quite understand: "But everyone says this doctor follows the rules..."
"He might follow the rules, but his Cleaner Fish friends don't," Mercer said, glancing at Rebecca, who understood his meaning with a grin.
With a click, she confirmed the shotgun was loaded, then turned and walked towards the corner outside the apartment. The thug standing at the corner, dressed in street clothes, had a change in expression and attempted to draw a pistol.
But Rebecca was much faster.
"Boom!"
The shotgun roared, the thug's upper body turned into a mess hung on the wall, and Rebecca unsuspectedly pumped the gun once more.
She shifted the gun barrel, blasting the window of a small car parked by the roadside that was about to speed off, along with the driver seat's driver.
Then Rebecca walked to the trunk of the small car, and with one hand, opened it with a metallic wail.
She looked down and then turned to Mercer, saying.
"There's a live one here! What do we do?"
At this point, David's adrenaline was surging, the abrupt gunfight making his hands tremble; he didn't know whether he was excited or scared, he only knew his breathing was becoming very rapid.
"Wh-what's going on?" he asked Mercer, bewildered.
"Two stupid Cleaner Fish, they've been watching us since we got in, and were calling in people... maybe thought we looked young but seemed worth a lot," Mercer explained briefly, while David carefully peeked out to look around: "How did you know they were Cleaner Fish?"
"NCPD's scanning program — these idiots have committed enough crimes to get three life sentences, with a bounty of 3,000 Euros... too bad, I can't claim it," Mercer said, then walked out, while Rebecca was pulling a girl in her late teens out of the Cleaner Fish's car trunk.
This girl was tied up and gagged, looking like she had been drugged, and even with Rebecca removing the ropes and tape, she could only weakly mutter, "Help me..."
Mercer glanced at Rebecca: "Let's go, NCPD will be here in about 2 minutes."
"Can we just leave her here?" Rebecca disdainfully glanced at the Cleaner Fish's bodies: "Those scumbags!"
"No worries, I'll watch her with the cameras, NCPD should handle this cleanup job without a problem," Mercer said, then sat inside his automatically opened car door.
Rebecca, still angry, shot the driver seat's corpse again, leaving not much of it intact, before returning to her car and squeezing into Mercer's driver seat.
David, still somewhat dazed, got in the passenger seat.
It wasn't until the car had driven a while that he began to breathe heavily, the light in his eyes growing brighter: "Did we just save someone kidnapped by Cleaner Fish?"