Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

When they're almost finished killing, they'll unleash a destructive attack that shatters them. Jack and David are the same; as soon as they die, pre-set heavy weapons will immediately launch and explode, obliterating their remains so that they can't be collected.

He wasn't afraid of the company dogs administering anesthesia; given his and Jack's current physical strength, committing suicide before being anesthetized and passing out would be a piece of cake.

Johnny's simple mechanical eyes scanned up and down at the imposing V, and he exclaimed in amazement.

good boy.

Although we've only just met, this kind of spirit is undeniable. This V is indeed more legendary than him, and even more of a figure than Johnny.

"You're something else." Johnny raised his makeshift spear. "Get me a better robot right now. I'm going to get revenge on Arasaka too."

"There's no time for that."

V shrugged helplessly and leaned out the window.

What are they looking at?

Curious, Johnny moved his shabby, makeshift robot body, like a robot vacuum cleaner, and looked down.

Well, tens of thousands of people have gathered downstairs, all looking up at the top, waiting for something.

V grinned, hehehe, this is his current prestige, earned purely through his fists. The sense of accomplishment is absolutely amazing.

"Come on, it's time for my personal show!"

With a whoosh, V took a few quick steps, elbowed the window frame, and shattered the glass, leaping down onto a car below with a loud thud.

The car's siren blared, while the members of the Nature Gang cheered in unison.

A deafening roar, a sea of ​​people, red flags waving, all chanting in unison: "V, V, V! Power-reducing V, power-reducing V, power-reducing V, pure nature is the best, the best in the world!"

"Yes, well said, I completely agree!"

V stood on the wrecked car, arms outstretched, right leg forward, left leg extended behind, striking a majestic pose.

He doesn't need a megaphone; by utilizing his naturally maximum lung capacity, his voice can reach the ears of tens of thousands of members of the Natural Gang present. Even if a member is at the very back, on the outermost edge, or furthest away from him, they can hear him clearly.

"The wind rises and the clouds fly high," I forgot the second half of the line, but anyway, cough—prosthetics must be eradicated at all times, we have no choice but to eradicate them!

"Imagine this: you're out in Night City with your wife, jogging and exercising, and suddenly you're killed by a cybernetic psychopath! So, life without cyborgs is the best life!"

"Since the advent of bio-interface technology in 199, Night City has had fifty-one leaders. They were all bastards, beasts, animals, parasites, cyborgs, and corporate dogs!"

"However, I, the pure natural boss, am not a bastard, a beast, an animal, a parasite, a cyborg, or a corporate dog!"

"Today I personally lead the team to wipe out the dogs. I am your great hero, the most legendary figure in the history of Night City, a famous person, the strongest natural being in history, the famous V. Cheer for me, applaud me!"

*Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap!*

The applause was continuous and resounding. Everyone understood. Once they understood, the applause began!

When the applause came, naturally one of the underlings asked, "Boss, boss, can we win this round?"

"cannot!"

The famous V waved his hand, and he wasn't lying. "This round is a guaranteed loss. They're invincible. How am I supposed to win? Today, there's only death, no victory. Are you scared?"

"afraid!"

The underlings were genuinely afraid.

"Very good, very spirited!" V shouted. "But even if you're scared, you still have to charge forward. After I die, how you scatter like birds and beasts is none of my business. But if anyone dares to flee before I'm dead, then watch how I kill you all. Do you understand?"

"Understand!"

"Alright, let's go!"

Looking at the groups of well-fed and strong underlings, and knowing that his prestige had reached the point where he could restrain them before his death, V chose to launch an attack.

A mere group of company dogs—I'll certainly outmaneuver them!

When two armies meet on a narrow path—okay, it's not the brave who win, it's the strong who win, and the corporate dog will definitely win. But even if the corporate dog is guaranteed to win, the momentum of my own initiative is a different story.

Upstairs, Johnny, who already knew everything about V and Jack except for the seventh brother, glanced at the simple mechanical eye and looked at Jack: "Aren't you jealous? You were both founding members from the beginning. He's the boss, and what about you?"

“I’m the second oldest.” Jack shook his head nonchalantly. “Bro, I don’t have my best brother’s skills. How could I be the boss? Whoever is capable should take over. All I know is that I’m always one with V. His will is my will, and mine is his.”

A simple and genuine brotherhood.

So, let's go!

Damn it, we all went and blew up the company dogs!

Volume 1: 477. Seven: Are you deaf if I make you transform?!

477. Seven: If I make you transform, will you go deaf?!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A grand fireworks display has already risen into the sky, signaling to other unrelated individuals.

Today, the opposite side of Night City was deserted. Everyone huddled in their homes, but without drawing their curtains. They crowded together in places a distance from the battlefield, where they wouldn't be killed but could still see the battle situation through their prosthetic eyes.

Of course, since there are very few undeveloped areas left in Night City, and the few that are there are only small, separate parts, the carefully selected battlefields can only reduce the number of affected houses. However, there will always be some unlucky houses that get caught up in the chaos.

Regarding this, V can only say, "Who told those people to be so unlucky?"

"How's the battle going? Tell me, tell me now!?"

The crowded high-rise buildings were packed with so many people that they were like sardines. Many of them couldn't be observed directly, so people by the windows had to be urged on.

"Hey, stop arguing, stop arguing! I'm watching! Look, that bitch president of New America and Saburo Arasaka have both gone up to persuade them. I can read lips, I'll translate!"

While lip-reading experts provide real-time translation, tens of thousands of members of the Natural Gang are on high alert in the chosen battlefield.

On their opposite side, an even larger army of hundreds of thousands of corporate dogs, with hundreds of fighter jets in the sky and thousands of tanks and other heavy weapons on the ground, and more than three Adam Hammer-level cybernetic masters, appeared even more massive and invincible.

However, even so, Saburo Arasaka and his team still wanted to see if they could take this wave without losing any.

After all, if victory could be achieved without a fight, there would be no need to kill so many members of the Natural Gang, so many potential customers, who were also potential laborers. They were quite valuable, and it would be a shame for them to die like that.

"Ahem... I am Saburo Arasaka. I'm sure the famous V and Mr. Jack have heard of me, right? Actually, we don't need to be so tense. We can coexist and cooperate for mutual benefit."

Saburo Arasaka, hiding behind Adam Hammer, advised, "We are indeed very curious about your bodies, but since it's an isolated case, it's not necessary to dissect them."

"I've heard a lot lately that you two are good people, really good people, and one in a million exceptionally good people, always saving lives. So you probably wouldn't want to see corpses strewn all over this place, would you?"

"I have a plan. If you two surrender and return my chip, I guarantee you'll both win. I'll give you positions in the upper echelons of the Aragaka Group, I swear on my honor!"

As he spoke, Saburo Arasaka raised his hand as if to swear an oath, his expression and tone so genuine it couldn't be more real.

If it were a young guy like David, he would probably be completely fooled in an instant, but unfortunately, V is not that kind of fool. He just quietly watched the old fox Saburo Arasaka pretend to be innocent.

Johnny couldn't hold back any longer, and the hot-tempered guy immediately started cursing: "You son of a bitch, who are you trying to fool? Do you even believe what you're saying?"

"If you really want people to believe it, then so be it. Right now, right now, you and that son of a bitch from New America next to you, along with all those other heads of all sorts of messy companies in the military technology sector, just commit suicide on the spot. Then we'll believe your lies!"

The president of the new United States stiffened.

Since she came to power, no one has dared to point their finger at her and curse her like that!

Saburo Arasaka frowned immediately. Although Johnny now had the appearance of a simple robot, he could still tell from his violent temper: "It's you, Johnny... Has the chip been used? Then I'll take it back along with your current robot body, with interest."

The negotiations broke down immediately.

V's attitude was uncompromising, and the faces of Saburo Arasaka and the others immediately turned cold, looking like they were about to die. They all retreated behind their Adam Hammer, the strongest level of cybernetic bodyguard, and then waved their hands to give the order to start firing.

Although it's heartbreaking, there's nothing we can do. Since these people from the Natural Alliance still refuse to surrender, then let them die.

Anyone who dares to stand in their way of getting V and Jack, even their own son, must die!

"Boom!"

Because they were worried about killing V or Jack, they were restraining their firepower; otherwise, they would have launched missiles directly.

The firepower was directed at the Natural Gang members who were relatively far from V and Jack. At the same time, the troops belonging to the Corporation, Dogtown, and New America had also launched their full-scale attack and advanced into the area.

The two sides had barely clashed when the pressure on the Natural Alliance was already overwhelming, with a clear and obvious decline in their lines of defense that was being pushed back with very few opportunities for a counter-attack.

But in the eyes of Saburo Arasaka and others, these things were completely unimportant and did not need to be taken seriously.

After all, they had so many more troops on their side, it would be news if they couldn't achieve a crushing victory. Therefore, they didn't pay any attention to those things at all, their eyes were fixed on V and Jack, who were killing enemies on the battlefield, drooling with desire, waiting to see when these two best experimental subjects would be captured.

However, there was a situation that Arasaka Saburo and the others overlooked, but it gradually became very noticeable to the residents of Night City who were secretly observing from outside the battlefield.

One of the observers muttered, "Something's not right..."

"What's wrong? Tell me quickly! Could it be that the Natural Gang has launched a counterattack? That can't be right!" someone behind them asked anxiously.

“That kind of thing is of course impossible.” The spy shook his head. “But it feels even more impossible than that… I don’t know if I’m seeing things, but it seems like the people from the Natural Gang have only ever been injured, and no one has ever died?”

"Huh? How could such a thing happen? You idiot, don't you have any sense of science? It's impossible for one side to not have any casualties in a war like this! Move aside, move aside, let me see!"

The person behind seized the opportunity, grabbed the peeping toy by the window, squeezed into the spot, and stared intently for more than ten seconds.

Then he fell silent: "No, how could that be?"

No one actually died.

On the battlefield, the Natural Gang was constantly being forced into retreat, with someone getting injured every second, some even to the point of losing their fighting ability on the spot and being forced to retreat from the front line.

But no matter how much firepower the planes, tanks, or the Flatheads unleash—the Flatheads are enormous mechanical weapons that resemble giant spiders and are possibly twice the size of tanks. Even the strongest cybernetic human, Adam Hammer, would be certain to die if he encountered a Flathead without the support of special super-heavy weapons.

Even Jack couldn't destroy the flathead; only V could do it, but it was very difficult, and he could only destroy one or two heads at most.

But now, there are thousands of flat-top fighters brought here. Although the company only used a few dozen to capture them alive, the firepower is still terrifying enough to crush them unilaterally.

If you weren't hit by this barrage of fire, then it's one thing to survive, but what's going on here?

Many members of the Nature Gang were clearly within range of the heavy weapons, but some, due to some kind of luck, happened to have large broken walls rise from the ground to act as physical barriers, reducing the attack power.

Some, however, defy physics, suddenly stumbling on flat ground, then rolling rapidly many times until they reach the edge of the attack, only catching the aftershocks and sustaining minor injuries.

Another group consisted of enemies with no cover nearby, who, no matter how fast they rolled, couldn't escape the attack range. When the dust from the ammunition cleared, they were only injured.

This is unbelievable! Tell me, is this scientific? Is this reasonable?

"Oh dear, what happened? Let me see!"

The person who couldn't hold out their observation position had their spot taken by a third person, and then that third person had their spot taken by a fourth person, and so on, in a rotating fashion.

Many people were too lazy to rush to the window, so they went downstairs and ran to the open space to see, putting their initial concerns aside, and then they all saw this strange scene.

"What the hell? What kind of incredible luck did the people who helped them get?"

But no matter what stroke of luck the Natural Gang had, the intensity of the fight gradually decreased.