Chapter 102 – This Is a Gift from Heavy Hammer!
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Adam Smasher—Night City's chrome juggernaut—stormed back onto his ship with thunderous steps. Each one clanged against the steel floor, echoing with urgency and the kind of fury only a fully synthetic killing machine could manifest.
The second his foot hit the gangway, his targeting HUD lit up.
Something was wrong.
He scanned the cargo deck. Containers that should have been untouched were clearly shifted. Tracks in the dust. Grease prints. A faint thermal trail, still cooling.
These weren't ordinary shipments. Each box on this ship wasn't cargo—they were extensions of him. Backup gear, specialized mods, spare exoskeletal frames. Nobody touched them without his approval.
Nobody dared.
And yet—someone had.
Smasher's cybernetics hummed louder as he broke into a sprint, heavy limbs driving him through the corridor. When he reached the weapons depot, he didn't need confirmation.
He saw it immediately.
The door had been sliced open. Precise. Clean. With a laser blade.