Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

As the sky began to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white, the sandstorms of the Badlands finally calmed down somewhat, and the Snake Clan camp completely shed the tension and deathly silence of the past period, entering the rhythm of post-war recovery.

The once lifeless camp gradually regained the vitality that a nomadic tribe should have. However, after the betrayal by an internal traitor, the tribesmen's eyes were now filled with caution, and they had lost some of their former complete relaxation.

As the sun rises, Vito leans against the restored Magician in Merrimack, hands in his pockets, his melancholy gaze mirroring Han from Fast & Furious.

"Quick, quick, Jack, I'm getting into it now, just take a picture of me right here."

Jack took a few pictures of Vito as requested and then sent them to Vito.

"Why doesn't it feel like I imagined? Is the magician too big? Next time I should use a sports car."

Jack put his arm around Vito and leaned against the Magician, preparing to take some photos with Vito.

"Why are you so keen on doing those old movie moves? I think these photos of me are pretty good. Come on, Mano, let's take a couple of photos together."

Jack wasn't very satisfied after taking a few pictures.

"Vito, stop standing there like a wooden doll, do something!"

Upon hearing this, Vito could only put his right arm around Jack and give a thumbs-up to his chest with his left hand.

The desolation of the wasteland, coupled with the blood-red sunrise, made the two forget the dismembered limbs and betrayals they had witnessed yesterday. They enjoyed the present moment, doing what every Night City resident desperately did—to live, to live well.

Carlo approached quickly with two of his tribesmen, holding a data disk in his hand, and asked in a sincere tone.

"Vito, Jack, the commission fee has been transferred to your account. Max asked me to come and ask when the plan can be launched, since the supplies are ready."

"Wait for news. Once my hacker partner confirms that everything is ready, we can move out immediately."

Vito pulled Jack to sit on the roof of the Magician's car and spoke to Carlo.

"Carlo, take a picture for us, and don't forget to capture the sunrise!"

A minute later, Carlo sent a set of photos to Vito and Jack.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Carlo, you've got some skills! Your filming is way more professional than Jack's!"

Carlo scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I always take pictures of Sami and Carmela, so I guess I've gotten used to it."

Vito nudged Jack with his elbow.

"You should learn from him too."

"You learned how to take pictures of Misty?"

"No, take pictures of me and Liying!"

"Tch, then you should learn it yourself."

At this moment, T-bug's encrypted communication pop-up appeared: "[Toby]'s identity disguise is complete. Terminal data, voice characteristics, and communication encryption methods have all been replicated without any flaws. Intelligence can be sent at any time."

Vito jumped off the magician.

"Message has arrived. Operation begins. As planned, you will take four people and drive alongside the transport vehicle to the supply depot west of the camp to load the decoy cargo. Both the vehicle and the cargo are equipped with tracking chips for double protection. Do not reveal any clues throughout the entire process."

Carlo nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'll take out a few of the night ghosts before I leave. It'll look really realistic."

"Okay, then you can leave the transport truck behind and make your escape. Let them chase for a while, and Max and I will come to your rescue. Engage them for a bit longer so that the Bayonet Gang has a chance to drive the transport truck away."

Carlo responded and left, taking four agile tribesmen with him, and set off in Max's massive heavy transport vehicle, which was loaded with high-value supplies.

The engine roared deafeningly, the wheels rolled over the gravel of the wasteland, and headed towards the supply point on the west side of the camp. The huge vehicle left two deep tire tracks on the wasteland.

After watching them leave, Vito sent T-bug the message that the operation had begun.

Hidden in the Night City safe house, T-bug reclined in his hacker chair, manipulating the replicated Toby personal terminal. Speaking in Toby's voice, he sent an encrypted message to the Bayonet Gang's secret communication channel: "Max's heavy transport truck has departed, pre-loaded with tribal war supplies. Route: Western Badlands Desert → Old Highway → Secret Transfer Point. Carlo has secretly departed with a few men; defenses are weak, and they can be intercepted."

Within ten minutes of the message being sent, T-bug reported that the Bayonet Gang's communication system had received the message and was responding quickly, with a large number of men gathering at the ambush point along the designated route.

Vito greeted Max, then boarded the Magician. As he watched the delivery truck's location light flash, a smile crept onto Vito's lips.

Before long, a heavy transport truck, fully loaded with bait supplies, slowly drove into the old highway section according to the predetermined route. The towering sand dunes on both sides and the treacherous terrain made it an excellent ambush location.

Just as the transport truck reached the middle of the road, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted!

Dozens of bayonet gang members rushed out from behind the sand dunes in an instant. They drove modified off-road vehicles and were armed with modified kinetic rifles and precision rifles. Their firepower was fierce, and bullets pounded wildly on the armor of the transport vehicle, making a crackling sound. The windows were instantly riddled with bullet holes.

"Enemy attack! It's the Bayonet Gang!" The Snake Gang members on the transport truck feigned panic, their firepower in return was clearly insufficient, and they were barely putting up a fight.

The bayonet gang's firepower pressed relentlessly, and stun grenades exploded beside the transport vehicle, the bright light and deafening roar causing a brief moment of chaos among the occupants. As pre-arranged, Carlo shouted gravely, "The firepower disparity is too great! We can't hold out! Abandon the vehicle and get out of here!"

Carlo helped the truck driver who jumped out of the vehicle and led the rest of the group to safety. The Night Wanderers split into two groups: half to give chase and the other half to steal the large truck.

"Hahaha, it's done! We've taken over Old Man Mai's car!"

"The boss said to quickly inventory the supplies and drive the truck back!"

To avoid leaving any traces, the Bayonet Gang even sent people to install cleaning tools on the off-road vehicles to carefully remove all the tire tracks left by the heavy transport vehicles, and also cleaned up the shell casings and debris at the scene.

They drove the intercepted heavy transport vehicle in a grand procession toward their hideout, completely unaware that miniature trackers and location tracking chips were periodically sending signals to precisely pinpoint the vehicle's trajectory.

Vito and Max pretended to rush to the rescue with their men. They killed some of the Bayonet Gang's pursuers and then accompanied the retreating Bayonet Gang on a few laps around the wasteland as part of their act.

Carlo also led his men to the place where the transport vehicle had been abandoned, and pretended to search for a while.

Vito took the cigarette Max offered and lit it.

"Seriously, Old Mike, you're really willing to go all out, even bringing out your own sleeper berth."

Max stared intently at the panel in Vito's hand, watching the location slowly recede into the distance, and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"I can use this car as a coffin for those Bayonet Gang bastards!"