In Night City, I was picked up by a female V

There were many cars parked in the parking lot, and most importantly, there were many motorcycles painted in various colors, and there were also a few gang members guarding the place.

V and Jack also found out why this gang is called the "Motorcycle Gang".

V's sea-blue eyes rolled around and he immediately came up with an idea.

It takes some skill for two people to deal with dozens of people.

The key to the skill lies in these locomotives.

If we blow up the motorcycles that these gang members love, we should be able to blow up their lair.

By then it will be much easier for them to take action.

Therefore, before the negotiation, V prepared to add a layer of insurance for this mission.

"Jack, see those cars? Let's be Santa Claus for once and give them some special Christmas gifts."

V nodded, paying some attention.

"What are you going to do, V."

Jack was curious and asked.

"I have high explosives in my trunk. I'll put them in their car. If things go wrong, I'll just detonate it and blow up half of the parking lot. I'll give them a warning and force them out of their lair."

"Well, that's a little tricky."

"Then let's take action."

Seeing that Jack agreed, V prepared to take action.

V drove around and came to the back of the building, which was facing a semi-enclosed parking lot. He could see an open rolling door and a few thugs guarding the area.

"Jack, you hold these guys back, and I'll plant the explosives in the parking lot."

"Okay, let's get started!"

Jack is rubbing his hands and can't wait.

The two got out of the car.

The air outside the car still smells bad, with an undisguised smell of sulfur, which is an old feature of Night City.

V took out the explosive pack from the trunk, which was a small plastic sealed object the size of a handbag. This thing was completely sufficient to blow open a door or something like that. It was a must-have for mercenaries who worked as thieves on the roof when traveling or at home. V also hid some in his own trunk.

Thanks to the ridiculously low salary levels of Night City's NCPD police officers, they generally don't do laborious and life-threatening tasks like car checks. After all, given Night City's law and order style, who knows who has a rocket launcher on the back of their car.

It's just a few bucks a month, why bother yourself with trouble?

V sighed thankfully.

He tied the explosive pack around his waist and prepared to sneak into the parking lot.

And Jack was preparing his actions to attract V's attention.

He just coughed twice, straightened his collar, looked at his face in the rearview mirror, squeezed his expression, and then started to act.

"There are so few people here today, we should go find some fun."

In the open space in front of the parking lot, three or four guys from the "motorcycle gang" with colorful tattoos stood in a circle, smoking cigarettes, and scanning the sparsely populated street scene, indicating that they felt at ease.

This was a rare leisurely situation, so they were just chatting and gossiping about nothing.

"By the way, have you heard? It seems that Hilldo got some hardcore super dream movies. We can borrow them and enjoy them when we have nothing to do."

"Yeah, it seems to be true. They say it's produced by 'Black Moth' and they are all hard goods that are hard to find on the market."

When they mentioned Mewtwo, everyone became excited.

The life of a gangster is actually very boring. It is just cheap alcohol, drugs, sex dolls, and virtual hardcore super dreams.

After all, they will only pursue these things that stimulate the senses, and their brains, which have long been decayed by alcohol and drugs, cannot cope with them.

However, at this moment, a big man with unsteady steps walked towards them.

"Hey, guys."

The person who came was Jack.

I saw that he was now sweating on his forehead, scratching his neck, and looked like he was addicted.

"Do you have any cheap stuff? Sell me some to satisfy my craving!"

Jack looked at these hooligans with colorful hair with an ingratiating smile, like a gentleman addicted to drugs.

"Go, even though we're busy, go play with your dick!"

Seeing Jack approaching, the gangster looked impatient and raised his hand to chase him away.

The one looking for Maruko has found them. Can't you see they are standing guard?

"Hey, just a favor. It's a bit uncomfortable when this addiction comes back."

Jack continued his performance, scratching his neck and ears, and really looked like he was addicted.

Although he is not from the acting department, this type of person can be found everywhere on the street. From childhood to adulthood, he could see seven or eight drug addicts when he went to the toilet. Now he can imitate them with ease.

"Don't get excited, this is also business." However, not everyone is unwelcome to Jack. Look, another gangster stopped his companion who was about to get angry.

Members of Night City's lower-level gangs are often independent drug dealers who take drugs themselves and also sell them to make some pocket money.

They usually sell to high school students, white-collar workers, migrant workers and other people who have no access to purchasing channels. Naturally, a little price difference is added to the price. After all, this is also a way to make money.

You never know how much money those high-school students can shell out for this. The vendors judge people by their appearance and set a different price for each person. The more ignorant you are, the more they charge you. After all, it's those guys' own fault for being addicted.

The gangster glanced at Jack, saw his muscular body and tattoos, and thought that he must be a gangster, who was considered knowledgeable. This time, he would give him a good bargain and charge him 30%.

"We have everything here, 'pills', 'red powder', a little bit of everything, the price may be a little higher, but the quantity is absolutely pure."

When a few people saw that their companions were going to sell goods to this guy, they stopped making trouble and just smoked quietly.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just an emergency, wait, let me see, um, fuck, I forgot to bring my cash, I'm so sorry!"

The transaction was almost completed, but Jack, the buyer, touched his pocket, pretended to be annoyed, showed an apologetic look on his face, shook his head and walked away.

"Fuck, what's wrong with him? If you don't want to buy it, don't ask. You're crazy."

When the hooligans saw that Jack was here to tease them, they immediately gave him the middle finger and kept swearing at him.

But they didn't realize that while they were making such a noise, the ghostly figure of V had already climbed over the wall and slipped into the parking lot through the open rolling door.

"Thanks, Jack."

"It's okay, V. I'll tease these street thugs like they're dogs!"

V nodded without saying anything, crouched down, walked around the parked vehicles inside, and prepared to find a place to install the explosives.

But at this moment, a loud noise was suddenly heard, and V, who had not yet had time to untie the explosive pack, quickly pulled away and hid behind an SUV.

"What's wrong? V, are you in trouble?"

Jack heard the noise from V on the other end of the video and asked anxiously.

"Wait, there's something going on."

V didn't say anything else, but just hid behind the car and observed the movements in front.

The side door of the parking lot opened, and two thugs came out carrying a guy with a bruised face and nose. Then they threw the weapon in their hands to the ground with force.

"Fuck, you dare to default on your debt to us, you don't want to live anymore!"

The two thugs had angry looks on their faces. They clapped their hands and cursed at the man in a suit who was curled up in pain on the ground.

"Your stuff is being held here. Hurry up and raise the money. If you can't pay me back within three days, don't blame us for going to your house to take it, you piece of shit!"

The two thugs walked away cursing, leaving the gambler groaning in pain on the ground.

"V?"

When Jack on the other end saw that V didn't reply, his voice became a little anxious.

"It's okay, it happened in the casino, just an unexpected situation."

V reacted and told Jack to be at ease.

"Fuck!"

The sound was not made by V, but by the distraught middle-aged man. He stood up with difficulty, gasping for breath, and knelt on the ground. With his face bruised and swollen from being beaten, he roared in pain and smashed his fists on the ground.

But after that, there was no movement. He swayed back and forth for a while, finally struggled to stand up, and walked away in a daze, like a zombie, wearing a gray suit.

V shook his head and regained his composure.

Another gambler.

She had no sympathy for this kind of guy.

The look on his face now was not that he was regretting his gambling behavior, but that he was regretting why he didn't bet on the other side.

How should I put it? Gamblers will never have a good death. That’s how it is.

Ignoring the previous episode, V took advantage of the fact that no one was around the parked, shiny motorcycles and stuffed the explosive pack into the engine of a motorcycle.

The power of the high explosives is enough to ensure that all the surrounding cars will be blown into scrap metal, so V is very relieved.

Afterwards, V slipped out along the same route and met Jack in the alley nearby.

"What? Do we still need to go in and negotiate with these guys? I say, why don't we just activate the bomb and kill them all with guns?"

Jack raised his hand to indicate that it would be safer to do as he said.

But V shook his head after hearing this.

She has her own opinion.

Chapter 100 He also admitted that I hit him in the face first!!!

"No, there are still many innocent gamblers in the casino. Let's try to negotiate. They are going against 'Afterlife'. If their boss is not crazy, he will realize the seriousness of the matter."

"Besides, it's just a third-rate gang. It's not worth our vigilance."

As he said this, V gave Jack a sly smile.

"Remember those two machine guns we saw just now? In fact, I have already hacked those two things through the monitoring system intrusion subnet."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll just fire up the machine guns and destroy their place."

V pointed to his head, as a gesture to reassure Jack.

She expressed confidence in her act of venturing into the dragon's den alone.

This kind of self-confidence comes from the network monitoring network access warehouse installed in her brain. Now she is invincible.

"That's fine too. I'll cover you outside."

Seeing V's arrogant behavior after updating his equipment, Jack said that you are still the best and simply prepared to do the job of support.

"By the way, what's wrong with you?"

Jack slipped out empty-handed, without his two "Golden Fierce Wisps". He felt a little uncomfortable now, as if something was missing.

"Well, they're all in the trunk, you can see for yourself."

“Está bien! (Yes)”

Jack walked forward and opened V's trunk, but his eyes widened after just one second.

"Oh my god, V, did you move the entire arsenal here?"

Jack looked in disbelief as he saw V's trunk filled with a box of munitions, including cluster detonators, fragmentation grenades, submachine guns, rifles, and even a high-powered "Ice Storm" sniper rifle.

It was full to the brim, like a mobile arsenal.

Jack looked at V in surprise, only to see V calmly spreading his hands.

"Bai Rui doesn't like to tinker with new things, so he has accumulated so many over time."

Seeing V's invisible pretentious behavior, Jack said, well, you are still stronger.

I have an engineer girlfriend who never lacks guns, that's what it means.

Fortunately, the NCPD officers did not check the car, otherwise this car would have been buried for half a century. After all, if you said that the munitions were used to blow up the Capitol building, people would believe it.