Cyberpunk Edgerunners: Demon Cyborg Genos

"Huh? What's this fat bastard rambling about? I've never seen you before, let alone stolen some chip," Rebecca snapped, her face twisting in confusion. She tossed her now-empty pistols onto the ground without hesitation.

"It's me! I stole the chip! She's got nothing to do with this! You want it? Fine, I'll give it to you!" Ethan shouted from where he lay, his voice strained but loud enough to draw everyone's attention.

Rebecca blinked, finally noticing the mangled body sprawled at her feet. "What the hell?! You're still alive?!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with genuine shock.

Murakami, however, didn't seem amused. Upon hearing Ethan's declaration, a cruel smirk curled across his lips, the malice in his gaze cutting like a blade. Slowly, he began walking toward Ethan and Rebecca, his steps heavy with purpose.

"I don't care whether you're in this together or not," Murakami growled. His voice was low, almost casual, but the edge of violence in his words sent chills down Ethan's spine. 

"But that little bitch dared to call me a fat bastard… You should know, everyone who's ever insulted me is now rotting in a junkyard."

Feeling the unmistakable killing intent in Murakami's words, Ethan abandoned any attempt at further explanation. 

His voice rose in urgency as he shouted toward Rebecca, "Rebecca! Get out of here! You can't handle this guy!"

Rebecca, however, had no intention of running. 

Watching Murakami's slow advance, she reached into the pocket of her black plastic nightgown and whipped out two fresh automatic pistols—one pink, the other teal. 

She aimed squarely at Murakami's towering frame, her fingers tightening on the triggers.

Her eyes flicked toward Ethan briefly, confusion flashing across her face. How does this guy even know my name? she wondered. She was certain she had never seen him before.

But Ethan's plea for her to escape fell on deaf ears. Without hesitation, Rebecca emptied her magazines at Murakami.

The deafening roar of gunfire filled the alley as the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off his reinforced plating. 

Rebecca paused just long enough to swap out her pistols for another pair, repeating the barrage.

Within seconds, it became painfully clear: her small-caliber weapons couldn't penetrate Murakami's defenses. Even a direct hit to his optical implants failed to leave a scratch.

A flicker of frustration crossed Rebecca's face. Her bullets had proven useless, yet retreating wasn't even an option in her mind.

"What a joke! This fat pig comes stomping into my backyard, and you think I'm gonna let him walk away?!" she barked, her laughter ringing loud and manic.

Rebecca's expression shifted to a wide grin as she reached into a nearby dumpster and pulled out something far more intimidating—a pink-painted kinetic light machine gun.

The weapon roared to life, spitting out a torrent of rounds as Rebecca unleashed its full fury. The alley was alight with muzzle flashes, and the air buzzed with the mechanical cacophony of her relentless assault.

Murakami was forced to halt his advance, raising his reinforced arms to shield his head. Even so, the sheer force of the attack drove Rebecca backward, the heavy recoil threatening to topple her small frame.

After ten seconds of unrelenting firepower, the light machine gun clicked empty. Rebecca let it drop, her breath quickening.

But to both her and Ethan's shock, Murakami emerged from the smoky haze relatively unscathed. 

His massive body was riddled with smoldering dents and bullet holes, but his augmented implants had absorbed the damage. It looked as though her full-scale assault had done little more than bruise him.

"Damn it, this fat pig's skin is too damn thick!" Rebecca cursed, frustration giving way to a savage grin. "Alright, bro, your turn!"

Her voice rang out with an edge of chaotic energy as she pulled a pink kinetic submachine gun from the dumpster and resumed suppressive fire.

Just three seconds later, a tall, lanky figure stepped into view behind Rebecca. He was clad in a black jacket and pants, his face obscured by a sleek pair of optical goggles. 

Most striking of all were his absurdly long cybernetic arms, their joints gleaming under the dim streetlights.

Ethan immediately recognized him. This was Pilar, Rebecca's older brother.

Pilar's hands gripped an intimidating kinetic shotgun, its oversized frame betraying the devastating recoil it produced.

Without hesitation, he raised the weapon and fired. Each shot sent clusters of explosive rounds screaming toward Murakami, the blasts echoing like thunder through the alley.

The explosions engulfed Murakami in thick plumes of black smoke, his massive frame disappearing behind the haze.

"Die, you fat pig!" Pilar roared, continuing to squeeze the trigger until the shotgun clicked empty.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last explosive round detonated.

Rebecca halted her own firing and flashed a cocky grin, her eyes fixed on the swirling smoke ahead. "That's it. No way that fat bastard's still standing now."

As the black smoke finally began to dissipate after several agonizing seconds, the confident smirks on Rebecca and Pilar's faces froze, replaced by expressions of pure shock.

Ethan turned his gaze toward the fading haze, and what he saw made his heart sink.

Murakami's suit had been completely obliterated, but what was revealed beneath wasn't human flesh. 

His entire body was encased in a layer of black, metallic armor—a cybernetic exoskeleton that radiated an overwhelming sense of invincibility. 

The sheer extent of his cyberware was comparable to that of Adam Smasher himself.

"Holy shit! Don't tell me you're sleeping with Adam Smasher or something!" Pilar blurted out, his voice dripping with sarcasm despite the dread in his eyes. 

His trash talk might have seemed reckless, but Ethan could see the tension in his posture. Pilar wasn't stupid—he knew they were up against something far beyond their pay grade.

Without hesitation, Pilar began frantically reaching out to contact Maine. In his mind, the only hope of surviving this encounter rested with Maine and the rest of their crew showing up in time.

But Murakami wasn't about to give them that luxury.