Only daring to madly fire at the windows and doors from outside the room, but it didn’t help at all; there was no reaction inside.
Sazaki was a bit shaken and asked, "What should we do? Should we go back to get a rocket launcher or explosives?"
Right now, we definitely can’t send the subordinates in to die. Who knows what kind of traps are inside.
Jotaro furrowed his brow slightly; he didn’t care much about the dozen people who died. This kind of hot-blooded young Japanese eager to join the Tiger Claw Gang and make something of themselves were everywhere on the streets, easy to find.
Looking at the office’s impossibly thick reinforced walls, he knew that ordinary rocket launchers or explosives wouldn’t be enough to deal with them.
Using a rocket launcher to blow up concrete buildings is purely asking for trouble.
The destructive power is another matter, but it’s a waste of money and time.
"No need to be that troublesome."
Jotaro lit a cigar for himself, feeling that his current action perfectly suited the identity of a big boss, leaning against the car with a cruel smile.
"Get all the gasoline out and pour it on them. If they like hiding inside, let them hide to their heart’s content, preferably not coming out even if they die."
Then he said regretfully,
"It’s a pity we can’t get them to cooperate in filming a fiery dance of Mewtwo; Lenny would definitely love this thing."
Lenny is responsible for the sales side of the underground Black Mewtwo in their supply chain, frying, microwave evaporation, strong ultraviolet burning...
One can only say that in terms of heavy taste, Neon still has a knack for it, perhaps only Eastern Europe and Germany can rival it.
Sazaki’s eyelid twitched; the boss still had this kind of bad taste, otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up playing dead with so many women.
But apart from making a big noise, this method doesn’t have much problem.
He got a few people to take down more than a dozen full oil barrels from the car and distribute them to the subordinates, instructing them to pour it over the building’s walls, and once the fire was lit, throw the remaining barrels into the house through the broken windows.
"Keep an eye on everything! As soon as you see someone running out, fire immediately!"
"Yeah, burn them to death!"
"Hahaha, turn them into roast pig!"
The boss’s orders dispersed the fear that had just accumulated, and they all volunteered to give the guys inside the house a taste of something.
Some even started whistling, ready to enjoy this rare ’barbecue party’ while playing with fire.
However, at this time no one noticed that the automatic machine guns that had fallen into Jotaro’s hacker squad’s hands were slowly turning towards the oil barrels being distributed.
Amidst the crowd’s revelry, several hackers sitting in the car had their brains burned out so quickly they didn’t even have time to scream before dying silently.
Even the broadcasting speaker at the door, which was clearly smashed by punks, started emitting intermittent, ghostly electronic sounds.
"I say... doesn’t Night City have a castle law or any constraints about trespassing homes?"
"Do you know what crime it is to trespass and open fire in a residence? You even dare to commit arson, do you know renovation costs are very expensive?"
Before the crowd could react to the voice, the automatic machine guns already aimed at the oil barrels instantly opened fire.
The ignition sound of the bullets felt like death’s doorbell ringing, causing Sazaki’s goosebumps to rise; they had no defense against these machine guns that had fallen into enemy hands.
Twelve machine guns instantly shattered the oil barrels in the punks’ hands, along with tearing them like pieces of cloth into numerous shreds, blood and flesh splattered like a hellish scene.
Transparent gasoline mixed with fresh blood flowed everywhere, the horrifying smell letting everyone know things were bad, but it was too late.
Lin Miao walked to the third-floor window, watching the Tiger Claw Gang, who were driven into chaos by gunfire.
"So, why play with fire at such a young age? Aren’t you afraid of wetting the bed at night?"
"Lucy, lend me a smoke."
"I quit a long time ago."
"You got a lighter, right?"
"Even the last one was taken by your people."
This bad habit really can’t be changed no matter where you go.
Lin Miao had no choice but to leave the chance to pose while lighting to the players, after all, he couldn’t use plasma weapons in the city.
Hakeemi didn’t deserve it.
But only Hakeemi would be so foolish to play with fire, and educating these keystroking heads naturally meant locking them in a cage and serving them with a stick.
A few explosive arrows broke through windows from the bar, factory, and warehouse, landing on the Tiger Claw Gang’s positions.
Bullets can make sparks and whatnot, but to ignite gasoline requires tracer rounds or incendiary rounds; otherwise, the temperature isn’t high enough.
The explosive warhead of the arrows easily ignited the gasoline all over the ground, flames spreading at the point of impact, instantly setting more than a dozen Tiger Claw gang members on fire.
The sizzling sound of their burning skin was especially pronounced for those not entirely converted with prosthetics, who could even smell the scent of their subcutaneous fat cooking.
The intense pain burned every inch of their nerves, making them twist their bodies in the flames, completely ignoring the fact that there was more gasoline on the ground, and rolling in it only made the fire burn more vigorously.
The rest of the Tiger Claw gang dared not approach to save them, avoiding them like seeing a plague god.
Sazaki was furious to the point of eye-opening rage, wishing he were the one burning instead.
He originally wanted to scold Jotaro, what kind of bullshit idea was this, with second-rate hackers from who knew where, but he kept quiet.
After all, in Neon, the issue of hierarchy and respect is significant.