Just a few seconds after Helaus took action, the quick cracking program was successfully uploaded, and the scavenger's vision instantly became dark.
The scavenger, having lost his vision, was no longer able to carry out accurate fire suppression and could only fire wildly in the direction he remembered.
Jack, who was hiding behind the cover, was about to seize this opportunity to quickly lean out and shoot, but he found that Rocky on the other side had already rushed out.
Rocky, who was suddenly machine-gunned and had to hide behind a small freezer, was filled with rage. Now that the scavenger's prosthetic eye had been reactivated and his gunfire had become messy and loose, Rocky was not going to miss this opportunity.
Rocky quickly pulled out a needle of green stimulant from his belt and injected it directly into his body.
A feeling of lightness spread throughout his body, and Rocky put away his pistol. With the help of stimulants, his sensitive nerve reaction allowed him to seize the gap in the gun line.
He quickly rushed out from the left, bypassed the scavenger's gun line, and approached the scavenger at a high speed along the wall.
The scavenger, who had lost his vision at this time, had no way to react. Rocky came to the side of the scavenger at an extremely exaggerated speed and knocked the scavenger's weapon away with an Iron Mountain Lean.
The heavy machine gun flew out of his hand, and before the scavenger could react, he felt someone approaching him and was punched hard in the abdomen.
The subcutaneous armor installed on his body was unable to protect him from the damage of this punch. The cold metal touch hit his stomach with such powerful force that his body curled up involuntarily, and he almost vomited stomach acid.
Rocky, who had won with one punch, did not intend to let him go. His right hand, full of explosive muscles, followed by a right hook, hit the scavenger's face hard.
With the sound of some unknown bone breaking and teeth flying out, Rocky's left gorilla arm was running at full power and he gave him another uppercut.
The punch hit the scavenger's chin directly, accompanied by the sound of the jaw bone breaking. Rocky's fist did not slow down, and the terrifying force lifted the scavenger's body into the air.
The scavenger's prosthetic eye finally restarted, his vision restored, and his feet were off the ground. However, he was no longer able to resist the continuous blows.
The scavenger could only control his eyes and glance down at Rocky, but he saw the last scene of his life.
Rocky twisted his waist and abdomen, tightened his legs, gathered power in his right fist behind his back, and tensed all the muscles in his body like a tiger ready to pounce.
The moment the sweeper's feet touched the ground, Rocky swung his right fist at high speed.
"Eat my deliberate punch!"
A professional boxer's powerful blow hit the already damaged head directly. In an instant, all the bones in the scavenger's head were broken and shattered, and the red and white mixture splashed everywhere.
Under Rocky's combination of punches, the Scavenger's body fell to the ground, deader than dead.
"It feels great. It feels so great."
Looking at the scavenger lying down, Rocky breathed slightly and sighed.
Jack, who was behind Rocky, was still behind the cover, holding his gun and aiming at the scavenger.
Jack was dumbfounded when he saw Rocky go straight up and hit the scavenger in the face.
The normal script is to shoot a few times first, why did he just rush up and punch, and at such a fast speed?
"Damn, L, you're too aggressive. You just rushed right up." Jack could only complain helplessly.
At this time, Rocky clenched his fists, feeling the condition of his body. The stimulants made his body flexible and his movements agile and quick.
At the same time, this kind of blessing is comprehensive. If you simply fight with a gun, it is not obvious, it is just an improvement in speed.
However, if he fights with his fists, the speed of his punches will be significantly improved, and the power of his punches will also be greatly improved. It is simply tailor-made for him.
"The scavengers have been dealt with, and no other enemies are shown on the network." The voice of Helaus came from the communication.
"Clean up the battlefield."
Rocky and Jack began searching the house for bodies.
"Hey, this guy is the one we are looking for."
The scanner installed in Rocky's right eye scanned the corpse hanging on the wall of the operating room. The bloody body was a bit abstract, but it was still analyzed.
"The prosthetics on his body haven't been removed yet."
Jack felt a little headache looking at the bloody corpse, and was still thinking about how to drag it back to report.
"It's okay, I'll do it."
Rocky pushed the body on the operating table away and dragged the target onto the operating table.
He skillfully picked up the surgical instruments and began to dismantle the prosthesis.
"Sorry, I almost forgot there is a cyborg doctor here. It seems I don't need to let the corpse dirty my motorcycle this time." Jack gave Rocky a thumbs up to show his affirmation.
The equipment in Rocky's hands flew around, and he quickly completed the disassembly of the prosthetics on his entire body. A total of six prosthetics were installed, all of which were good stuff. It seemed that he was an important member of the Valentino Gang.
After handing the disassembled prosthesis to Jack, Rocky directly disassembled all the remaining corpses in the house, including the scavenger.
It would be a waste not to take the prosthetic body. These things are actually unexpected gains from the commission.
Besides, it just happened to be useful for his shop. He could take it back, repair and modify it, and then sell it to gang members to make a lot of money.
To break up these scavengers is simply to give them a taste of their own medicine, and Rocky has no psychological burden about this.
It's just a pity that these scavengers have very few prosthetics, and they're all garbage.
The cold scalpel kept cutting the skin of the scavengers, and the scavengers who had been knocked unconscious by Rocky suddenly woke up from the pain.
"Ah! What are you doing! Damn it!"
The scavenger looked at the man in front of him as he continued to cut his flesh, and the intense pain stimulated his nerves.
He screamed wildly and tried to struggle, but his limbs had already been tied up by Rocky.
"Hey, you're awake. Nothing much, just doing what you normally do, taking out some prosthetics."
Rocky glanced at the scavenger without changing his expression.
As Rocky continued to move, the few prosthetic parts on the Scavenger were quickly taken out.
He had become unconscious from the pain and bleeding.
Looking at the man in front of him, he felt a deep fear for the first time. He just didn't know if he would regret what he had done.
Soon, the scavenger closed his eyes forever under Rocky's ruthless torture. The last scene he saw was Rocky taking out a heart from his body and smiling at him.
"Stop playing around. The gunshots might have gotten out, and someone might report it to the NCPD." Jack urged helplessly as he watched Rocky torture the scavenger with a malicious interest.
"All right."
He threw the heart in his hand away and took out the artificial eye installed by the scavenger.
In order to let the scavenger see the dismantling process with his own eyes, Rocky thoughtfully kept his prosthetic eye and removed it last.
After finishing the finishing work, the two left the scavenger's apartment and met the middleman who commissioned them, the priest, with the prosthesis to be delivered.