The Undying Transmigrator-Chapter 2: Accidentally Stumbling Into a Gang Shootout

In the alleyways of the abandoned town.
Tucker stomped violently on a dead man's head: "Goddammit, these bastards actually tried to skip out on payment! Fuck!"
This piece of shit had just opened fire without warning, killing two of their best men. If not for his newly purchased reflex pistol detecting combat and automatically linking with his cybernetics to return fire, shattering the knees of these five assholes, he might have already been torn apart for his cyberware's scrap value.
Beside him, the new recruit Kai tried to calm him: "Big brother Tucker, calm down, don't crush the cybereyes - they might have some valuable data recorded in them."
"We didn't get the money, but at least we still have the goods and our lives. Let's clean up these bodies - selling them can recoup some losses. Smashing them in anger just reduces their value."
Tucker's cybereye flashed red as he suddenly grabbed the rookie by the throat, lifting him up: "Who the fuck runs things here - me or you? Since when do you get to lecture me!"
Kai understood gang culture well and recognized Tucker's behavior was abnormal.
While trying to decipher the coded signals from Tucker's cybereye, he played along: "N-no, I was just..."
The other veterans nearby noticed the anomaly too. Silently, they turned with Tucker and Kai, raising their weapons toward Kai - or rather, the target behind him - as if demonstrating loyalty.
Tucker grinned viciously: "So many people died today already - one more piece of trash won't be noticed, right?"
Through his cybereye's penetration scan, the uninvited guest around the corner remained motionless, apparently unwilling to leave.
The intruder was clearly a stealth expert - no scent or sound even at this close range. Good thing Tucker never skimped on cyberware.
He didn't know who this guy was, but anyone who sticks around to watch this kind of business deserves whatever comes next.
In the next instant, Tucker violently pulled the trigger while his three best men opened fire simultaneously.
Yet Mo Wen had already locked onto the bullets' trajectories faster than them.
He hadn't expected to stumble upon what looked like a gang double-cross, was still processing the implications of "cybereyes" from his eavesdropping, and certainly didn't anticipate enemies who could shoot through walls.
But death's intimate embrace had left an indelible mark on Mo Wen, allowing him to keenly sense its approach, while his accumulated strength gave him means to resist.
As bullets tore through the wall, Mo Wen charged from his hiding place toward the firing enemies.
Against opponents who could detect his stealth and were armed with guns, escape wasn't an option - his only chance was to kill them all.
Bullets chased his silhouette, but unlike in fiction where they politely outline the protagonist, these shooters instantly predicted his movements, adjusting their aim to form a kill zone.
Four guns working in perfect synchronization sealed off all angles in minimal time.
Yet before the intersecting fire could turn Mo Wen into Swiss cheese, he'd already grabbed a corpse from the ground.
The cybernetically-enhanced body weighing over 100kg was effortlessly swung with Mo Wen's superhuman strength, hurled toward the gunmen.
The shooters didn't hesitate, didn't release their triggers, didn't even step back to maintain their kill zone.
The metallic storm followed its predetermined paths, instantly shredding the reinforced flesh, with even the remaining fragments splattering against cybereyes failing to make them flinch.
But this level of distraction was enough - Mo Wen counted on their discipline.
After throwing the corpse, he didn't stand up but coiled three limbs tightly, minimizing his profile while pushing off explosively with one arm, propelling himself through the kill zone's blind spot in a move no normal human could perform, grabbing the leader's leg.
Now the tables had turned.
Mo Wen brandished his improvised weapon.
Human bodies make poor arms, but sufficient brute force can weaponize anything.
Kai went airborne the moment Tucker released him, bewildered as the man who'd just held him by the throat was now being swung like a club toward the other veterans.
The kill zone collapsed instantly as the shooters' bodies flew in different directions according to physics.
The coiled humanoid monster unfurled - one hand speared toward a flying veteran, fingers plunging into eye sockets to drag the body by its brain while the other yanked Tucker back.
Before the last two could recover and re-aim, the two human projectiles in the monster's hands smashed down together.
Two heads merged into one, a cyberleg impaling a skull.
Three men, dead.
Only then did the veteran with the destroyed cybereye and severed leg have time to scream - a scream cut short by the sound of a skull bursting.
What a close call - getting shot would have made survival exponentially harder even if not fatal.
Thinking this, Mo Wen lifted his foot, barely noticing the gore stuck to his shoe.
Killing or being killed was just daily routine for him - though this time the victims were at least humanoid.
He could still distinguish humanoids from actual friendly humans, sparing him too much psychological burden.
Now only one nearly-killed survivor remained before him.
"Thud." Kai faceplanted onto the ground.
His nose seemed broken, tears mixing with blood from the stinging pain.
He remembered how the veterans had looked out for him, how naturally they'd shielded him during the deal, and understood Tucker using him as both meat shield and excuse before suddenly releasing rather than fighting to the death with him.
First two down, then all four gone.
The gang boss might forgive survivors, but Kai could barely process reality.
He almost dared not look back, as if avoiding the sight might make it all a hallucination.
But Mo Wen was already beside him, asking with concern: "Are you okay?"
Kai shuddered, but quickly composed himself.
Now he understood why Tucker had said "behavioral acting modules" and "facial expression controllers" were such useful cyberware for him.
Without implants, he'd probably be madly attacking this monster right now - even trying to fake nonchalance, his natural acting couldn't sell it.
"N-no, I'm fine. Thank you..." Kai struggled up to face Mo Wen.
With cybernetic assistance, he wiped away blood and tears, putting on a rescued expression as he "sincerely" said: "If not for you, they might have killed me just now."
"I thought gangs were one thing - do a job, get emergency cash - but these psychopaths... sorry, I'm rambling."
"To be honest, they were dealing Life Pharmaceuticals' 'Revival Type-4' - twenty-four bottles total. Military-grade stuff that can pull you back from death's door. Top-shelf merchandise that never hits open markets."
"The case is right there - take it if you want. With the right connections, it'll fetch a fortune."
Mo Wen worked to comprehend the situation.
This didn't seem like a post-apocalyptic world.
Cybereyes, corporations, gangs - it made him think "cyberpunk."
Low life meets high tech, oppressive social structures, governments ineffective or absent, corporations filling the power vacuum, money as absolute king.
If Mo Wen had come directly from his original world to this, he'd consider it terrible. But after countless hellish scenarios and deaths enough to build a corpse pyramid, arriving here nearly brought him to tears.
Humans could be exploited rather than dying randomly, not empty dead cities but functioning metropolises.
They even had internet!
Mo Wen's voice softened slightly: "I'm a drifter, no local friends, and got lost. If you're truly grateful, maybe you could advise me on moving this merchandise."
"And your gang won't let losing the goods slide - perhaps I could help settle that too."