From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Currently, the mercenaries have all received news that the general offensive is about to begin, and no one is willing to return to the city. They entered the temporary checkpoint without having to queue.

However, Leo couldn't find River—the police had obviously changed shifts.

It's a bit of a shame, but it doesn't matter; there will be other opportunities in the future.

Back home, the ladies began to prepare dinner.

Leo also received news of the start of the general offensive: led by four leaders, nearly three hundred Free Wing warriors, along with more than one hundred and twenty free mercenaries, launched a general offensive against the Night Wanderer's headquarters.

The kitchen was ablaze with the aroma of cooking oil and vegetables filling the air.

Good news kept pouring in on the combat channel. The leaderless Night Wanderers had completely lost their composure and were unable to organize an effective defense, let alone launch a counterattack.

Once the food was served, the combat troops stormed into the abandoned factory.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the final assault came to an end.

In the time it takes to eat a meal, the Night Wanderer's headquarters fell, and all two hundred members died, leaving no survivors.

In a sense, the Night Wanderer forces, which had been entrenched in the eastern suburbs of Night City for several years, were thus wiped out.

Leo leaned back on the sofa, enjoying the fruit smoothie Sasha had prepared, the refreshing coolness reaching his heart.

Chapter 298 Creating an Alibi

"The shaved ice is good. Next time, I'll try using cola as a base."

Leo scooped up a large spoonful of strawberry yogurt smoothie, put it in his mouth, and the heat accumulated from standing in the desert all day vanished instantly.

"By the way, the Night Wanderers' stronghold has been breached. That rabble is only good at bullying ordinary people; they're completely useless in a real fight."

He spoke of it casually, and the audience reacted indifferently, as if no one cared about the destruction of the Night Wanderer.

"How novel! A loose organization made up of a group of criminals with no bottom line who can't survive in normal society at all. Their fighting ability is far inferior to that of the gangs in the city."

V, as always, expressed his disdain for them.

Jack nodded vigorously—the large gangs in the city either have powerful backers, shared beliefs, or common goals; in short, they all have strong cohesion, which can unite the gang members and work together towards a common goal.

But the Chaotic Blade Society and the Night Wanderer lack this precious quality.

If two groups from different leaders of the Chaotic Blade Society come together, they might have to fight each other first to determine a winner. Expecting them to unite against a common enemy is simply a joke.

As a former wanderer, Vera has unique insights into the situation on the Badlands:

"After the large-scale strongholds are eliminated, the scattered members of the Chaotic Blade Society will definitely go into hiding. However, as long as your purge order continues for a few more days, the citizens of Night City will spontaneously find them, and hiding them in the sewers will be useless."

After all, each person costs at least five thousand euros. If you're frugal, that's enough for an average family to live on for several months.

Leo thought for a moment and suggested, "What's a few days? Let's make it a permanent commission to eradicate the Chaotic Blade Society within Night City."

Vera hesitated for a few seconds: "I think it's better not to do that. The Chaotic Blade Society isn't the name of a gang, but the name of a force. They are mostly dangerous individuals exiled by nomadic families, and there are at least tens of thousands of them in the wilderness of New America."

"You've set such a high bounty for them, even if they don't dare to retaliate directly, other forces will kidnap them and bring them to Night City, then kill them within the scope of the commission..."

Her words reminded Leo of a term—the slave trade.

The "Purge Order" is in effect for a long time. There's a real possibility that some inhuman mercenary or wandering families might capture members of the Chaotic Blade Society and bring them back to Night City for bounties.

He personally likes this idea, but he doesn't have enough money right now, so it's best not to be so extravagant.

V also advised, "Yeah, let's keep it up for a few more days and wipe out the Blade Gang within Night City. Don't forget, our judgment is based on the NCPD database. Believe it or not, if you keep posting this commission, some corrupt cops will first label ordinary criminals as members of the Blade Gang before killing them."

"Trying to scam the bounty?" Leo was speechless. "Those guys at the NCPD are so pathetic."

"You've given too much. Even a regular patrolman doesn't earn five thousand euros a month, including his salary and under-the-table income."

Sasha provided the data he found online.

Leo was a man who listened to advice. Seeing that his friends were against it, he adjusted the plan: "Alright, let's keep the purge order up for another week, and then let's hold off for now and see if any new members of the Chaotic Blade Society dare to come to Night City."

"Probably not. The Chaotic Blade Society is too shrewd. After something like this happened in Night City, they'll stay far away for at least six months," Vera concluded.

Leo waved his hand dismissively and continued eating his dessert.

The fate of the Chaotic Blade Society was sealed during a casual chat after dinner.

After easily resolving this minor issue, Leo proactively brought up tomorrow's plans:

"The biotechnology transport convoy will arrive at the company square at 2 p.m. tomorrow. According to simulation calculations, the convoy will enter the optimal ambush location at 1:35 p.m., with an error margin of five minutes."

We need to arrive at the ambush location ten minutes in advance and take action immediately upon receiving the signal. I won't go into the detailed plan; everyone can adjust it according to the actual situation.

The only thing left to do is one last thing—create an alibi.

Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to hear Leo's astonishing wisdom...

3 month 23 day,

晴，

Monday is just an ordinary day, except for being disliked by office workers and students.

But sometimes, pivotal moments that change history are hidden in such ordinary daily life.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Leo habitually sat on the sofa and watched today's "Dead Man's Lottery".

Good buddy... Pshaw!

Stan, the green-haired scoundrel, is badmouthing him again, indirectly saying that he is a brutal and bloodthirsty madman who set a killing record yesterday.

Leo will remember this grudge and will surely get his revenge!

After watching the program and confirming that the situation in Night City was stable, Leo pulled V away from home.

They took advantage of the time difference and arrived at Vera's garage a step ahead of time.

At this moment, three large trucks were parked in the open-air parking lot, blocking all the parking spaces.

A full twenty armed drones, divided into two teams, patrolled along the garage wall. This made the surrounding neighbors somewhat uneasy, as they thought this was a new smuggling transit point or a military stronghold.

When Leo arrived, he immediately went to the largest truck.

A standard 40-ton truck has 100 cubic meters of usable interior space.

He put all the miscellaneous items that he didn't need for the time being here, and put the Batmobile and Batwings into the garage.

As for the ingredients, we set aside enough for 10 people to eat for a month, and put the rest in a small truck.

When he left Gotham last time, Batman forced him to use enough ingredients to feed a hundred people for a month. This time, he can use it to hold a celebration party.

V looked at those all-natural ingredients, his heart bleeding: "Are you sure you want to feed these things to the homeless? I think they would be happier if you exchanged the ingredients for money."

"Sigh, just say it's a cheap product from a hydroponic farm, what else can we do? There's no way to sell it now, and it's easy to attract attention from Whole Foods and even biotechnology, which would be a loss."

Leo got into the last empty truck and took out all the cement slabs he had collected before, intending to throw them away later.

Now that he's rich, cement slabs no longer suit his status.

After everything was settled, V enthusiastically started fiddling with the Batmobile, showing great interest in the top sports cars of another world.

The jet-black matte finish of the car body makes it easy to hide in the night.

Multi-layered bulletproof steel plates and extra-thick puncture-resistant tires—offering exceptional safety performance.

Vehicle-mounted howitzers – the technology is relatively outdated, but the caliber is large! The power is absolutely considerable!

With its cool design, driving it through the streets of Night City will definitely turn heads and make you stand out!

V doesn't know much about cars and can't see many details, but she was already full of praise for the features that can be seen from the exterior.

"What a nice car!"

Chapter 299 Leo's Astounding Wisdom!

"What a nice car!"

Vera, who arrived later, echoed the same sentiment.

"What a nice car!!"

Jack, who arrived last, repeated the words of his two predecessors.

"Shall we take this car on the mission?"

Sasha, who wasn't particularly interested in vehicles, raised some questions.

Leo quickly shook his head: "Of course not, this vehicle is too conspicuous and can't be used for dirty work. This is a prototype vehicle that I found in the laboratory of a bankrupt company. I also got the complete set of blueprints, which can be used as our self-developed product in the future."

"Show me the blueprints. Based on the design of this vehicle, it should have been very popular. How come it went bankrupt?"

Vera got the blueprints for the Batmobile and examined them carefully on her computer.

This document was edited beforehand and is completely white, so there's no need to worry about it being exposed.

"New York City, Wayne Enterprises... went bankrupt on September 23, 2010... the prototype cost... uh, $18 million!? No wonder it went bankrupt, there was no mass production plan for this car, the cost was too high."

Vera believed she had found the reason for the company's bankruptcy and began to study optimization plans.

But soon, she was drawn to the "ingenious ideas" embodied in the car.

"Ejection cockpit... In case of attack, the entire cockpit can be ejected, transforming into a Batmobile for seamless escape or pursuit. Ah, this..."

What an amazing feature! I've never seen this design in a regular vehicle before.

With her mechanic's spirit burning brightly, Vera quickly opened the car door and, after only a moment's thought, mastered the operating skills of this "antique car" without any instruction.

It's a real shame that a car company that developed basic autonomous driving and AI-assisted functions and could even remotely control vehicles as early as 2010 failed to become the next Redfield.

After following the instructions for a few seconds, she bent her upper body forward and assumed a standard cycling posture.

As the start button is pressed, the right tire of the Batmobile remains stationary, while the left tire accelerates, and the modular armor on the vehicle automatically pops out and changes position.

The next second, two machine guns emerged from both sides of the left front wheel, and a loud "bang" came from inside the vehicle.

Chi-

The tires rubbed violently against the ground, sending sparks flying.

A dark blur streaked past, hurtling toward the garage door in the blink of an eye.

Just as it was about to crash into the door, the motorcycle, whose outline was already visible, suddenly swerved and performed a stunt-like drift.

If it were the "ghost fire boy" who performed this action, he would probably die on the spot.

But Vera seemed completely at ease, her smile undiminished.

"Wow! A heavy-duty motorcycle built inside a sports car, this designer has a really wild imagination, no wonder the cost can't be kept down."

"Madrema! How much would this car cost if we produced it? I need to start saving up!"

Jack's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He rushed to the gap in the Batmobile and bent down to examine the structure inside.

"Hiss... Can this motorcycle be put back together? This structure is beyond my knowledge. Is it a one-time use vehicle?"

Vera rode her bike back with a smile: "I can put it back. Move aside a bit, I'll give it a try."

With her perfect mechanical senses kicking in, she studied the structure of the Batmobile and then put the Batmobile back in place.

After testing, the Batmobile was restored to full functionality, and the system self-test passed with a perfect score.

“This car is good!” she commented. “However, the engine needs to be modified. Sixty years ago, it was a gasoline engine, which is not very compatible with ethanol-2 fuel.”

Leo knew Vera would like this, so he gave her half an hour to examine the Batmobile and Batwings.

Finally, he said, "Stop playing around, we have serious business to do today. Leave these two prototype vehicles in your garage, we can study them later."

"makes sense…"

Vera reluctantly left the cockpit of the bat-wing.

She had never flown a plane before, but after reading the instruction manual, she felt it was quite simple and that she should be able to test fly it after a few days of practice.

Everyone gathered again.

Leo called out loudly to his friends, urging them to get on the bus quickly.

Today's mission is special, and the vehicle they are traveling in is naturally custom-made in advance—the Villefort Alvarado V5F750 brand ambassador.

This is a long-wheelbase luxury limousine produced by Villefort in 2070.

The design concept of this car is similar to that of an extended Lincoln. It is nearly 9 meters long and 2 meters wide, with a dual-axle design for both the front and rear wheels, and a total of eight wheels on both sides!

The interior is spacious enough to comfortably fit two double beds.

This is the vehicle the Immortal Squad is using today, allowing everyone to sit in one car for easy behind-the-scenes operations.

The team members stood around the car, marveling at it.