Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 153 - 153 73 Street Bloodbath

153: Chapter 73 Street Bloodbath 153: Chapter 73 Street Bloodbath Hiroshi Matsushima, after taking a supplement, left his fortified home to head to the dojo.

As a fully cyberized Remodeler, Hiroshi Matsushima only needed a few degrees of electricity to live on for a long time; replenishing with a bit of polypeptides, metal ions, and carbohydrates every few days sufficed, needing only about ten grams.

Nevertheless, he always maintained the habit of replenishing his nutrients daily to ensure his brain was always at full capacity.

But as he stepped out of the safety of his home’s security system, he realized something seemed amiss.

The streets were just too noisy.

And this noise was not the usual indulgence and revelry of the city at night, but rather a different kind filled with a sense of oppression.

Shouts and the sounds of fighting were all around.

“What’s going on?” Hiroshi Matsushima murmured to himself, “It shouldn’t be.

The local gangs have shown no signs of turning into the Green Forest.”

With this doubt in mind, he sent messages to several of his disciples from the past to inquire about the latest situation.

Hiroshi Matsushima had many disciples, only a few of whom became athletes, but many joined gangs or enlisted as low-level combatants for the government.

He didn’t usually keep in touch with these people.

Only when the Martial Arts School might be affected, would he send a message to ask for some intelligence.

And thanks to the favors they owed him from the past, as long as the information he asked for wasn’t critical, those disciples were willing to answer him.

“I haven’t received any news from the officials yet, just that there’s no order to mobilize at the moment.”

“But those now within the Meng Hand Gang have warned me to be careful, saying that they are planning a major move…”

Hiroshi Matsushima did not ask further.

He understood somewhat the ecology of those gang members.

If those disciples had not yet made it into the higher echelons, they simply wouldn’t know the full picture and asking would be of no use.

And if those disciples had already reached the higher levels, they definitely wouldn’t reveal any useful information to him, making asking futile.

Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed across the sky.

Only afterwards did the ground tremble faintly.

“That direction…

Robbery Alley?

Capacitor Gang’s territory?” Hiroshi Matsushima was startled, “Such firepower from firearms, wouldn’t the government be likely to intervene at any moment?

Has the Meng Hand Gang gone mad?

No consideration for the consequences?”

He began to walk briskly toward the Martial Arts School.

That bomb appeared to be a signal, as the nearby gang members quickly became more frenzied, especially the members of the Meng Hand Gang who acted increasingly reckless.

Hiroshi Matsushima knocked out three lackeys and disarmed two others before he managed to safely reach the Martial Arts School.

This time, the entrance of the Iron Block Style Dojo was packed full.

As Hiroshi Matsushima approached, someone shouted, “Instructor Matsushima is here!” Then, the crowd automatically parted, creating a path leading inside the dojo.

Hiroshi Matsushima looked around.

It seemed there were more people gathered than usual this time.

Soon, the Dojo Master of the Iron Block Style Dojo came out and said, “Instructor Matsushima, you have come!”

This Dojo Master, according to the hierarchy, was the disciple of Hiroshi Matsushima’s martial nephew.

Hiroshi Matsushima never cared about the ownership of the Martial Arts School itself, only about its management, so he had never fought for the position of Dojo Master.

Even though his Martial Arts grew more powerful and his seniority increased, he remained just a Teacher.

But at times like this, even the Dojo Master had to rely on him.

“Instructor Matsushima…” the Dojo Master said, “It seems we must rely on you this time.”

Hiroshi Matsushima nodded, “I will do my best.”

But, with a flash of his Prosthetic Eye, he sent a message to the Martial Arts School Master: [I can only do my best.

After all, we can only possess Lightweight Prosthetics and have no Inner Strength.

A missile is something I cannot withstand.]

The Martial Arts School Master replied with a wry smile; [But it’s better than “being unable to withstand anything.” Instructor Matsushima, at least you can withstand an attack from an ordinary martial artist.

Many people here are counting on you.]

At the same time, he said aloud, “Instructor Matsushima, would you like to share something with the others?”

Everybody was hoping that the old martial master could steady their spirits.

Hiroshi Matsushima nodded slowly, then, without entering the Martial Arts School, turned around, his back facing the dojo entrance, and calmly assumed a basic stance of Mech Armor Iron Fist.

That was that.

……………………………..

“Kill!” “Slay!”

At the entrance to the Black Market, members of the Meng Hand Gang clashed with the Capacitor Gang.

Two martial artists with low cyberization collided head-on, exchanging punches in a brutal confrontation.

Then came the blossoming of blood beneath the neon lights.

Flesh clinging to prosthetic bodies could not withstand the power in cybernetic hand-to-hand combat.

Flesh instantly lost its original form, becoming an unrecognizable mess.

Although both martial artists felt pain, they did not stop, employing similar techniques to brutally strike at each other.

Within three exchanges, the lackey from the Meng Hand Gang fell to the ground, his internal organs spilled out.

The Capacitor Gang lackey, ignoring the flesh sludge dripping from his body, extricated himself and attempted to attack others.

However, he was grabbed by the ankles by the fallen Meng Hand Gang Martial Artist, who used a wrestler’s move to trip him onto the ground.

The Capacitor Gang Martial Artist tried to gather his strength for a kick, only to find that the Meng Hand Gang Martial Artist had properly channeled his kung fu into his hands, rendering several kicks non-damaging.

Then gunfire erupted.

In an instant, the Capacitor Gang Martial Artist’s head was blown open.

The eviscerated Meng Hand Gang Martial Artist was then rescued by his own people and injected with white artificial plasma.

His heart and viscera were prosthetic, so they did not leak as easily as natural organs.

Even after losing most of his innards, he still retained considerable strength.

Despite losing much of his body, the Martial Artist’s face showed little pain because he knew that according to the gang’s rules, he would certainly receive a better prosthetic body afterward.

These two Martial Artists were just a part of the vast battlefield.

Deep in the Black Market, Ambrose from the Capacitor Gang, branded with the Double-Flower Red Stick, fled at breakneck speed, but two dark shadows tenaciously pursued him.

“Die die die!” Ambrose waved his long stick wildly, his steel rod jabbing continuously and knocking several Meng Hand Gang lackeys flying, forcibly clearing a path for himself.

But taking this opportunity, two other Meng Hand Gang Red Sticks quickly closed in, shortening the distance between them.

Cyber Martial Arts least emphasizes “breathing,” so while Andros twirled his long stick like a windmill to force back approaching enemies, he was still able to shout, “What the hell is wrong with you Meng Hand Gang lunatics?

Do you really want to fight to the death?”

“Well said.”

Suddenly, a distorted cry due to the Doppler effect sounded.

Ambrose heard it and knew something was wrong.

Then, “Blast Wind” burst through the wall, rolling over the spot where he had been standing.

Tang Shagu smashed through four walls before finally coming to a stop.

Behind him, a row of houses collapsed in succession.

He had charged headfirst.

This was the overwhelming advantage of a Heavy Prosthesis over a Lightweight Prosthetic.

At this moment, Ambrose from the Capacitor Gang, the Double-Flower Red Stick, had become a pile of scrap metal on the ground, with a small silver stain on Tang Shagu’s upper arm.

With a sinister grin, Tang Shagu said, “We’ll stop only when you’re dead, ha!”

As he spoke, he looked toward a camera on the street corner and made the gesture of firing a submachine gun with both hands.

The footage from this camera would indeed be transmitted to the government, but most of the time, the government wouldn’t bother to watch it—they had far too many cameras to monitor.

Tang Shagu’s action was more of a message to the Capacitor Gang.

Watching this scene, John Kansas from the Capacitor Gang was on the verge of collapse.

“Why?

Why would those Meng Hand Gang maniacs come and attack us with all their might?

Why say ‘fight to the death’?

Where did we corner them so that they felt compelled to do this?

But that can’t be right… I am the White Paper Fan, if there were such a plan, I would surely know about it, wouldn’t I?”

The more John Kansas thought about it, the less it made sense, and he angrily smashed the monitor in front of him.

“It makes no sense… It makes no sense… And they don’t plan to negotiate… No, not that they don’t want to negotiate, but perhaps they intend to cripple us first before talking?

But then, wouldn’t the losses among the lower gang members be too great?

Even if the masters within the gang were unharmed, a complete loss of the lower gang members would cripple the gang’s execution power.

Then, the Alloy Sect would gobble both our gangs up… No, that makes no sense either.

No sign of negotiations?”

Suddenly, the person in the black robe across from him spoke up, “I remember in the information you provided, Tang Shagu was an Internal Strength Master whose external strength wasn’t that impressive?”

John Kansas nodded, “What insight does the Revered Envoy have?”

“In his physical movements, I only sensed an aura of someone accustomed to slaughter.

The move he used to kill Ambrose, the ‘Olympus Tilt,’ deviated by three percent more than the standard action.

From these movements, it seems his ‘slaughter’ is not merely for fun or for ‘torture’.” The Six Dragons Sect Messenger said, “Signs point to the traits of the Green Forest.”[Note: Here “Olympus” specifically refers to the highest peak in the Solar System located on Mars, a massive mountain 27 kilometers tall.]

John Kansas exclaimed in disbelief, “That’s impossible!

The Meng Hand Gang has no foundation to transform into the Green Forest!

They…”

“Not ‘the gang transforming into the Green Forest,’ but ‘becoming the Green Forest.’ This collective memory isn’t something that can accumulate in a short period.” The Six Dragons Sect Revered Envoy shook his head, “Behind them, there must be someone who has given them a piece of the Green Forest’s collective memory, I guess.”

Stunned, John Kansas asked, “Then Revered Envoy, what should we do?”

The most significant trait of Green Forest thinking is “disregard for consequences”—if they were to care about consequences, it would certainly be under the chief premise of “not affecting my fun.”

Under these circumstances, it wouldn’t be surprising what the Meng Hand Gang did.

However, the Six Dragons Sect Messenger only sighed, “The Green Forest is unpredictable and incalculable.

I don’t know why they’re attacking you.

It could be as trivial as your gang’s lower members having one extra sweet in their presence, or drinking water in an unseemly manner.

No help for it, just accept your fate.

Our deal is done.

Although the results aren’t ideal, thank you anyway.”

“Revered Envoy, you…”