Cyberpunk:Gained a body of steel

"Leader!!"

When Placid arrived, he saw Peter crushing Bridget's last arm and immediately shouted, "You must not leave the Voodoo Gang alive today!"

Then Placid drew his weapon and started shooting at Peter.

Peter simply raised his eyes, moved one hand, and intercepted all the bullets fired by Placid with ease.

"That's it? Aren't you the second leader of the Voodoo Gang? Don't you have any hacking skills?" Peter mocked.

"Shoot him collectively! Quick!" Placid ordered.

The gang members opened fire. Peter didn't even bother to move; he just stood there, allowing the bullets to rain down on him.

After ten seconds of continuous gunfire, Placid's eyes filled with fear.

Peter remained in place, unscathed. Not a single bullet had pierced his clothing.

"What the hell kind of monster are you?!" Placid stammered in disbelief.

Peter placed one foot on Bridget's head and said, "I'm here to settle accounts with you."

Crack!

And just like that, the leader of the Voodoo Gang met his humiliating demise.

"F**k! Bridget! We had no grievances with you! Where did this so-called settlement come from?!" Placid panicked, frantically searching his mind for any information about Peter. But he found nothing.

"Evelyn Parker," Peter stated calmly. "One of the many people you treated like disposable trash."

Peter advanced toward Placid, step by step.

A gang member standing behind Placid panicked and tried to flee. Peter reacted instantly, slicing him in half with a precise heat blade attack.

"Just for a w**re?! You're going to wipe out our entire gang?!" Placid screamed in frustration. With Peter's immense power, he could have taken control of the Voodoo Gang instead. Yet, he chose to annihilate them over a mere pawn from the underworld.

Peter sneered. "Isn't this your usual style? Use people, then discard them when they're no longer useful. I'm just applying your own logic against you."

Then the massacre began.

The Voodoo Gang members opened fire once more. It didn't matter if it was futile; they had to try.

But this time, Peter moved at a speed so fast that they couldn't track him. In an instant, gang members behind Placid were either smashed into bloody pulp or impaled by Peter's brutal attacks.

Blood flowed like a river through the underground hideout. Severed limbs and lifeless bodies littered the floor.

When Peter finally stopped, he found Placid slumped on the ground, his pants soaked in terror-induced urine.

Peter smirked. "Turns out you're just like any other coward when faced with death. I thought you, who treated others like dirt, would have at least some backbone."

With a final kick, Peter crushed Placid's skull, ending him instantly.

Just as Peter was finishing up, Johnny Silverhand appeared beside him.

"Are you even human?" Johnny asked. "Your speed, your strength… it's way beyond anything a normal creature should be capable of."

Johnny had never seen such raw, brutal efficiency in combat. Peter fought without using modern weapons—only his fists—and yet, he left nothing but destruction in his wake.

"My body is as human as it gets," Peter replied.

To be honest, if Johnny weren't stuck inside Peter's head, he would have assumed Peter was equipped with the most advanced bionic prosthetics available.

"Whatever, man," Johnny muttered. "You're my boss, so I guess you get to make the rules."

Shaking his head, Johnny disappeared again.

Peter methodically eliminated every last Voodoo Gang member, from their underground hideout to the church where they gathered. By the time Peter stepped outside, the sun was already beginning to set.

As he walked away from the blood-soaked church, he made a call to Jefferson—the only politician he had any dealings with.

"Mr. Peter, what can I do for you?" Jefferson answered.

"How about I hand you a massive contribution?" Peter offered.

After Peter explained the situation, Jefferson understood his intentions. The Voodoo Gang's leadership and elite members had been wiped out. As for the remaining low-level stragglers, Peter had no interest in dealing with them.

Rather than letting another gang take over Pacifica, Peter decided it was better to do Jefferson a favor. After all, Jefferson was a mayoral candidate. Keeping him in debt might be useful in the future.

"Mr. Peter, I sincerely thank you for your contribution to the safety of Night City. On behalf of myself, I'd like to offer you a bonus as a token of appreciation."

Peter smirked. He knew what Jefferson was really doing. If Peter took the money, he would be washing his hands of the Voodoo Gang's extermination. But what did that matter to Peter? He didn't care about labels or reputations. If he wanted, he could take over one of the megacorporations tomorrow and become a living legend overnight.

"Then let me wish you good luck in your mayoral campaign, Mr. Jefferson."

With that, Peter received a transfer of 500,000 Eurodollars.

As soon as he got the money, he hung up without hesitation.

"You sure know how to talk all formal with politicians. You don't sound like a street thug at all," Johnny appeared again, chuckling.

"These are just the basics," Peter shrugged. "You should learn a thing or two. Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten yourself killed."

Rolling his eyes at Johnny, Peter took off, flying directly back to his villa in North Oak.

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"You're back? Is everything settled?" Lucy asked, pausing her work in the living room as Peter walked in.

"Yeah, all done," Peter replied casually, as if he had just returned from grocery shopping.

It was hard to believe that only hours ago, he had wiped out an entire gang.

Just then, V walked down the stairs, fresh from the shower.

"Did you track down that cyberpsycho?" V asked.

"Yeah. The guy from the Maelstrom had blades grafted onto his limbs. But Regina wanted him alive. Jack knocked him out in two punches. David was a little disappointed."

V laughed. "Let me guess—David wanted to show off?"

"Exactly. He was all like, 'Jack, at least let me play to my strengths!'" Peter mimicked David's voice with a smirk.

"Sounds like you guys had an easy job," V said, amused.

"Enough about us—what did you do this afternoon?"

"I paid a visit to the Voodoo Gang."

V raised an eyebrow. "What did you do there?"

Peter smirked. "I cleaned house."