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

V gently stroked his beloved gun "Hellcat" resting on his lap, almost rolling his eyes: "Fine, fine, you think you're so great, then you do it!"

Ever since Leo surpassed her in every sense, her competitive spirit has been at play, and she has been working out harder every day, thinking about how she can turn the tables.

Now that he hears he doesn't even have a chance to make a call, he's naturally even more unhappy.

Leo wasn't in the mood to comfort her; he was only focused on choosing the attack method to use later: "What should I use... It needs to be visually stunning, easy to control, and not leave any permanent negative effects afterward, hmm?"

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The unexpected phone call made him frown.

Could this be a surrender call from the Voodoo Gang at this time?

It's a bit too late to reconcile now...

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a call from the Voodoo Gang, but not Bridget's branch; it was from the one in Dogtown, whose leader was nicknamed "Slippery."

When the call was connected, the caller was none other than "Slide," a black man with dreadlocks, sitting in a privately modified high-end internet access chair.

"Nice to meet you, L. I'm 'Slippery,' the leader of the Dogtown Voodoo Gang. I know you're busy, so I'll keep it short—a few members of the 'Blackwall' faction have secretly escaped into Dogtown, seeking my protection."

I've already detained him. If you want him, I can send him out, but I hope this matter won't implicate us. Unlike those crazed, shady characters, we're legitimate businessmen and never mess with shady characters.

He speaks extremely fast, fully showcasing the rapping talent of Black people.

Leo paused for a moment, then looked at him coldly: "What, aren't you also from the Voodoo Gang? You're actually betraying your own people."

Slide quickly shook his head: "It's different. Ever since Captain 'Poseidon' Philip disappeared, we've completely split apart. Our faction is all in Dogtown, we're 'businessmen,' mainly dealing in hacker equipment. Our shop is in Watson District, I'm not kidding you."

"I know, isn't the hacker equipment store on the second floor of the Kabukicho roundabout yours?"

“…Yes, that’s our main store.” Slightly surprised that he actually knew, Slippery said, “Anyway, the affairs of Taiping Island have nothing to do with us. Just letting you know in advance so you don’t come to the wrong person…”

"Alright, just stay put in Dogtown and don't cause any trouble."

Leo hung up the phone abruptly and quickly checked the time:

04:58:45.

Thank goodness, he was still right there, almost getting delayed by the slider.

His gaze lingered on the digital clock; he calmed his breathing and waited for time to pass.

It was exactly 5:00 AM.

Encrypted Channel —

"L: All units, listen up! Begin the attack!"

At a single command, a large crowd responded.

Boom boom——

The roar of the vehicle's engine instantly filled the night sky.

Wings of Liberty members launched a full-scale attack, advancing from four main directions!

Jack led the main force to attack the sea area from the north;

Mann's squad led their elite troops straight to Westwind Manor from another cross-sea bridge in the Springs district;

Vera and Parnan led a group of the best motorized troops from the Colorado ranch to the south of Pacific Island, forming a pincer movement with the main force.

There were also small groups of troops led by Thor and others, who dispersed to attack the Voodoo Gang's small strongholds;

In this battle, Wings of Liberty deployed a total of 800 soldiers, all equipped with smart firearms and some personalized weapons, giving them a significant advantage on paper over the enemy.

"L: As agreed, Crimson has divided the Taiping Continent into twelve war zones. Each time a zone is pacified, we will turn on our searchlights so that the residents of Taiping Continent know that from now on, this place is under our control!"

Everyone: Understood!

Seeing the convoy speeding up from behind, Leo quickly patted V's arm: "Drive! We can't fall behind! The road conditions are good tonight, floor the gas!"

"You said it yourself, don't blame me if you wreck the car..."

V muttered something and slammed the gas pedal on.

The Batmobile's racing-grade engine roared deafeningly as it sped away through the empty streets!

A cold wind howled past, and the piercing sound of gunfire rang out from all directions.

But none of this could quell the passion in Leo's heart!

Having been in Night City for nearly two months, he finally has the confidence to face any enemy head-on, without having to hesitate any longer!

"A dark and windy night, a perfect day for murder and arson! What a poem, truly a masterpiece! V, speed it up a bit more!"

"Add, add, add... Oh my god!"

"Clang-"

V was distracted by his rambling and crashed into a telephone pole the next second. Fortunately, the Batmobile was sturdy and it was as if nothing had happened.

Five minutes later, the Batmobile sped to its destination—the Jingxin Shengjing Hall!

The entrance to the secret headquarters of the "Black Wall" voodoo gang is inside this church.

When Leo and V arrived, they immediately saw that the church's main entrance had been fortified with sandbags and landmines. There were at least fifty or sixty people involved in the defense, including men and women, and even some elderly people.

Has the Voodoo Gang reduced all its manpower to this area?

That's not right. The intelligence provided by Chunbai shows that they are clearly adopting a strategy of spreading out and holding their ground, obviously trying to buy time.

He was puzzled, so he turned on the scanner and quickly scanned the area.

As expected, none of these people belong to the Voodoo Gang. Their affiliation is listed as "None," and they are only listed as citizens of Night City.

Judging from their uniformly dark skin, they are all of Haitian descent.

While Leo was observing them, the group of people were also observing him.

When they heard the terrifying roar of the engine, they thought a large force had arrived, but it turned out that only one vehicle had come, with only two people in it.

The man walking in front could not be scanned for any information, but his silver mask and jeweled gloves gave him away.

It's L!

The mysterious middleman of Kangtao, the mastermind behind the Wings of Freedom, and the culprit behind this invasion of Taipingzhou!

He actually came all by himself!?

Is it a conspiracy?

Or is there another deeper meaning?

Chapter 393 The Conquest of Taiping Continent (Part 3)

In the darkness of night, the dark skin of the Haitian refugees became their best camouflage.

Without turning on the scanner, Leo couldn't even see their facial features clearly; he could only see pairs of glowing prosthetic eyes.

Slightly fewer than the number of prosthetic eyes are various types of firearms, mainly inexpensive and practical kinetic weapons, mixed with a few cheap technological weapons.

Faced with dozens of guns poised to fire and their hostile users, Leo remained calm and composed, because Deep Blue had already set up an invisible energy shield for them, claiming that even if a nuclear bomb exploded in his face, he would be fine!

He walked casually into the crowd with his hands hanging loosely at his sides.

His arrogant and overbearing demeanor left the defenders, who were prepared to fight to the death, completely dumbfounded.

No, it wasn't just them; the supervisors who monitored the frontline movements through surveillance cameras and the eyes of volunteers were also somewhat dumbfounded.

"Plasid: Is that person L? Could it be someone else in disguise? Why would the faction leader appear alone?"

Neptune: It looks like it. Did you see those two gold guns on his waist? I heard they're worth 1.5 million euros together, enough to buy a villa!

"Bridget: Stop the small talk. Send someone to ask him what he wants. Since he came alone, there might still be room for negotiation."

"Plasid: I'll go?"

Bridget: No, your mission is to guard the church, you can't leave. L, who came alone, might be a trap, designed to create a gap in our defenses.

"Plasid: The Cunning Asian..."

After a quick exchange, a robust middle-aged man in the crowd was given the task and stepped to the front.

He pointed a cheaply made "Kill" shotgun at Leo: "Halt! You're not welcome on this land, Asian! Tell me, did you come here alone to negotiate?"

Leo did stop, but he ignored the man and instead turned to stir things up: "V, did you hear that? He ignored you and said I came alone!"

"..."

V looked at him speechlessly, not wanting to play such a childish game with him.

Seeing that she wasn't cooperating, Leo had no choice but to turn his head and look again at the large white teeth floating in the air: "I'm not here to negotiate, I'm here to destroy the Voodoo Gang. However, I can talk to you innocent citizens, provided that you put down your guns first."

"Put down your gun?" The burly black man scoffed. "Impossible. Haitians don't have cowards!"

Negotiations failed.

The obvious result is that there are plenty of fools in this world who won't learn their lesson until they're faced with a dire situation.

Leo smiled and shook his head, raising his left hand and extending one finger.

The gems on the Infinity Gauntlet glittered, shining brightly even in the night.

The Haitian refugees had no idea what he was up to, but they kept their guns on, ready to riddle him with bullets at the slightest sign of trouble.

At such close range, even heavy subcutaneous armor cannot withstand a barrage of fire.

However, Leo's actions left them completely baffled.

He extended a finger, and then... flicked it downwards?

What's the meaning behind this action—wait, what is this?!

"what!?"

"What's this!?"

One exclamation after another rang out from the crowd.

The Haitian refugees were suddenly struck by a strange turn of events—their weapons suddenly became much heavier, as if they had magically increased in weight by dozens of times.

Moreover, the weapon's center of gravity is very forward, dragging the muzzle downwards.

Within a few breaths, the sudden force of gravity bent their arms, causing all the gun barrels to point vertically at ninety degrees toward the ground.

Several particularly stubborn men tried to steady their guns with both hands, but due to the immense force of gravity, their arms were broken, and they let out terrible screams.

Such remarkable results were achieved with just a small trial.

Leo smiled with satisfaction.

That's right, this is one of the Mother Box's capabilities—gravity control.

This was the first time he had tried to control the Mother Box himself, rather than letting Deep Blue do things on its own, and the results were surprisingly good.

Once his consciousness synchronized with Deep Blue through a mind connection, Deep Blue's various abilities were spontaneously projected into his mind, allowing him to use these abilities without instruction while in a connected state.

This feeling was so wonderful that Leo felt like he had instantly become a great magician, able to freely cast magical spells!

I must remind you, this is the power of science, it is science!

Deep Blue protested, reiterating its position as a "scientific creation."

[Yes, science is fine too, as long as it works!]

Leo casually replied, then spoke again, "Very good, that's much better. Why always be shouting for war?"

The burly man leading the group was one of the unfortunate souls whose arm had been twisted by the force of the impact. He stared at Leo in terror, oblivious to the excruciating pain in his right arm:

"What...what is this?! Magic?! You...you're a devil!"

Leo shook his head leisurely: "This isn't magic, it's science. Alright, let's continue our conversation."

With another flick of his finger, all the landmines flew into the air and lined up to stick to the church door. Anyone who tried to open the door would get a free taste of the power of the cluster mines.

"I sent out a warning letter and a evacuation notice. Why should ordinary citizens like you go and die with the voodoo gang?"

The burly Black man was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and his lips trembled so he couldn't speak.

At that moment, a frail old woman walked briskly through the crowd to the front.

Leo's gaze swept over and he realized that the reason she was unaffected by gravity was simply because she wasn't carrying a gun.

This elderly woman with graying temples was at least eighty years old; judging from her appearance, she was nearing the end of her life.

"Let me talk to you while my old bones can still stay clear-headed."