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

"Fuck it!" The leader of the Mox Gang, who had her gun robbed and her motorcycle lost, was stomping her feet frantically.

A few streets away, V's old red car stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"Damn it, Jack, teach them a lesson!"

V, who was trapped in love just now, is now a very irritable mercenary. He suddenly opened the hood of the car and threw a gun to Jack.

"That's right, V, give them something to eat!" Jack took the gun, picked up a few magazines and put them on his waist.

While talking sweetly, V opened the safety of the modified Saratoga he got from Bernardus that morning and put it around his waist.

"Same old, blast away the way!" She handed a string of grenades to Jack, and then stuffed every pocket of her body with grenades as big as melons. It seemed that the two of them were going to fight for real.

"Fuck, who the hell are you!?"

A thug from the Sixth Street Gang who heard the noise in the alley came out with his gun in hand to check, only to run into two men fully armed.

“Da da da~!!!”

Without saying a word, Jack shot two or three of the thugs to the ground with a few shots.

"Enemy attack!"

Inside the alley, there were several shouts, the sound of gun bolts being pulled, and the sound of running, which suddenly made a loud noise, completely exploding. In front of the road, Jack and V smiled at each other, pointed their guns and rushed into the alley.

Ten minutes later, behind V's red car, Arnold stepped on the footrest and got off the motorcycle.

Bai Rui sighed. These two guys were running so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up with them.

The sound of gunfire and the explosion of grenades came from the alley. Bai Rui was worried. It turned out that they came here to participate in the daily activity of "Freedom, Beauty and Justice, Gunfight Every Day". She guessed that the two men had some urgent business.

Most likely it's a mission or revenge. Anyway, shooting is a daily routine for mercenaries, and the reasons are varied.

However, Bai Rui still planned to help them. He took the shotgun from the motorcycle, and Arnold, wearing sunglasses and all black, walked into the alley like a ruthless killer.

There was a small open space two corners behind the alley, with a few scrapped cars parked and overgrown with weeds. The Six Street Gang had been planning to do a deal here, but they didn't expect that two killers, V and Jack, would show up and catch them off guard.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump~!!!”

"Fuck it, all of you go to hell!"

V poked his head out from behind the broken wall, the Saratoga submachine gun in his hand spewing flames, making the Sixth Street Gang on the opposite side unable to raise their heads.

"Fuck, where did this crazy woman come from!"

"You bastard, we can't fight back at all!"

Bullets hit the ground all around like water, splashing up mud. The Sixth Street Gang, armed with guns and cannons, was suppressed by just a V.

"I need to reload!"

Even though Bai Rui had modified the extended magazine, the submachine gun was not a machine gun with a belt after all, and it quickly used up all the bullets.

"Hot dogs are coming!" Jack and V have been cooperating very well. Before V finished speaking, Jack had already thrown three or four fragmentation grenades and rolled to the feet of the Sixth Street Gang hiding behind the wrecked car.

"Fuck!" The Six Street Gang members who were behind the car looking at the fallen grenade didn't even finish saying the word "fuck" before several explosions occurred in succession. The burst of flames blew away several junked cars and the Six Street Gang members.

"Let's go!"

"Wait, V!"

“Da da da da da~!”

V was about to break through the wall with one foot and rush out when he was pulled back by Jack who looked anxious. The next second, dull machine gun fire rang out and bullets rained down on him. The broken wall that served as a shelter and several concrete pillars at the back began to shatter into pieces and were soon riddled with holes.

"Come out, you bastard! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Behind the fireworks of the grenade explosion, a big man from the Sixth Street Gang wearing a bulletproof vest walked out. He was holding a machine gun weighing more than 30 kilograms with an ammunition belt in his hand, and he was tearing apart everything he saw like a devil.

"Damn, V, this isn't a solution! The wall is about to be broken through!" In the dim light, Jack huddled under the wall holding a gun, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Fuck!" The ground and pillars were broken into pieces and dust was flying everywhere. V was leaning against the wall with his gun in hand, feeling anxious.

"The other party has reloaded, fire!" The bullet chain was empty, and a crisp sound of bolt hitting was heard. V was overjoyed, and he rolled on the ground, moved to a pillar, and pulled the trigger at the big man from the Sixth Street Gang.

"Tu tu tu tu~!"

The sound of steel balls hitting each other was heard from the submachine gun, and sparks appeared on the big man's body.

"Ahaha, it's useless, useless!" The big man laughed wildly and didn't take the bullets seriously at all. He saw bullets shot at him with only dull popping sounds. They were all blocked by the bulletproof plates under his clothes, and none of them penetrated into the big man's body.

During the process, the big man replaced the ammunition belt.

"Fuck!" V only had time to yell and hide behind a pillar. The next second, a barrage of bullets came pouring down, hitting the pillar and making it make a loud noise. The fragments flew everywhere, and the steel bars inside were clearly visible.

"Damn, V, wait, I'm here to save you!" Seeing V trapped on the pillar, Jack became very anxious and was ready to open fire to rescue V.

"Boss Cole, the machine gun is ready!" On the exposed platform on the second floor of the building behind the big man, several Sixth Street Gang gunmen holding operating panels shouted in surprise. Then, two machine guns on the left and right were started at the same time, with the muzzles pointed in Jack's direction.

“Da da da da da~!”

The machine gun fire was even more powerful, blocking everything wherever it passed. Jack, who was just about to stick his head out, was forced back by the fierce fire and could no longer raise his head.

"Fuck!" Jack was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, the two of them were suppressed by three machine guns. If there was no other way, they could only wait to die.

The walls and pillars of the bunker were damaged so badly that the steel bars were exposed. There was no doubt that in less than half a minute, the bullets would penetrate the bunker and turn the two of them into a pile of meat.

The situation of the two people was so dangerous that it could not be worse.

"Huh?" On the second-floor platform, several Sixth Street Gang gunmen who were excitedly preparing to watch their enemy being torn into pieces heard footsteps coming from behind them.

"Yes..." Before he could finish the word who, a dull gunshot was heard and a big hole was blown in his head.

"There are enemies!" Several gunmen were frightened by this scene and raised their guns to shoot behind them.

But the person who came was faster than them.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang~!!!”

The flashes of gunfire came one after another, illuminating Arnold's stern face behind sunglasses. He stood at the stairs like an iron tower, firing rhythmically from the shotgun in his hand, knocking the gunmen to the ground one by one.

When the last gunman fell to the ground, the shotgun bullets were just used up.

Dropping his gun, Arnold walked to the machine gun without any hesitation.

The automatic turret is an easy-to-use and cheap self-defense weapon for homes and companies. It has certain anti-hacking capabilities, but it is meaningless to Arnold. After all, Bai Rui did not install a hacker chip for him. However, he has a faster way.

Arnold punched through the control panel and pulled out a spark-filled circuit, and the machine gun instantly went silent. He did the same with the second one. Within ten seconds, both machine guns were completely silent.

"Fuck, these useless guys, why did the machine gun stop?" There was no more sound of machine guns behind them, which made the Six Street Gang guys confused, and Jack and V who were hiding behind the bunker were also confused.

Could it be that the opponent’s machine gun short-circuited?

They could only guess like this. It couldn't be that Sixth Street locked them up at this moment when they were about to be doomed?

However, the opportunity for counterattack had arrived. Jack and V were grateful for having escaped death, and they held their guns to kill the man with the machine gun.

The machine gun ran out of ammunition again. The Sixth Street Gang guy cursed his useless teammates while loading the ammunition belt. He thought the machine gun behind him was jammed and those idiots were fixing it.

But he didn't want to either. Could it be possible for two machine guns to jam at the same time?

However, he never had the chance to question it again.

At this moment, Arnold stood on the edge of the second floor, looking at the idiot below who was still changing bullets, and suddenly he felt an irresistible urge in his heart. After all, who would refuse a beautiful landing kill after a hard day's work?

Arnold did it right away. He leaped up, and his body weighing more than 300 pounds fell down like a cannonball under the action of gravity, leaving a trail of afterimages.

In the silence of the ceasefire, the man with the machine gun was still changing magazines when he suddenly felt a sense of crisis above his head. He looked up subconsciously and saw a black shadow falling straight down, and his body was the one that landed on it. He was stunned and was about to raise his gun.

There was a loud bang, flames exploded, and the ground seemed to be shaking, forcing Jack and V, who had just stuck their heads out, to quickly hide back in the wall.

When the dust from the explosion cleared, the two men hesitantly stuck their heads out. Where the machine gun man had stood before, there was only a tall man in a black leather jacket standing. As for the big man, he had disappeared without a trace, or rather, he was everywhere.

"I'll be back."

There were spots of blood on Arnold's face. Under the suspicious gazes of Jack and V, he retracted the gun barrel with smoke coming out of his arm and said something incoherent in angrily.

Jack and V looked at each other, neither of them could understand what this inexplicable man in front of them meant. Seeing their puzzled expressions, Bai Rui behind the scenes said, you don't understand the romance of the times.

Chapter 11: Flesh Factory

Two months later.

Japanese Street.

Underground Parking Lot.

"The girl we're looking for is probably in this building." Jack leaned back and relaxed in the driver's seat. In the dim light, the cross earrings glowed faintly.

"The bastards who kidnapped her are probably all here. Keep your ears open and your eyes sharp. V, Bai Rui."

"Rescue people... We rarely take on such missions." Bai Rui took out his service gun in the back seat, "Vitamin B" - professional treatment, so that you will never need vitamin B supplements again in your life.

"Never mind him. Wakako said the reward this time is very generous. That's how we mercenaries are. Others pay the money and we do the work. That's all." Jack spread his hands and didn't care.

"Did Wakako tell you any clues about this business?"

V, the co-pilot, looked around for any surveillance cameras that might be in the way.

"'I'm not your mother. It's not difficult to take money from people and help them get rid of their misfortunes.' That's what she said." Jack shook his head and imitated Wakako's impatient look perfectly.

"Haha, that's Wakako's temper." Bai Rui grinned.

"In that case, let's just come on." V nodded at Jack and Bai Rui, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Elevator, this way." Jack tilted his head, holding two pistols, and strode to the front.

The three of them walked through the empty and dim parking lot, turned a corner, and came to the elevator.

After Bai Rui finally entered, V pressed the button, the elevator door closed, and slowly rose.

"The target is Sandra Dorsett. A few hours ago, the target's biological monitoring signal was lost. It is suspected that she was kidnapped." The hacker T-bug then accessed the communication channel of the three people, and a clear female voice rang in their ears.

"The target may be dead. Not sure if you are too late." T-bug said indifferently, as if he didn't care about the success or failure of the mission at all.

"We won't be late, Bug - yes, it's us. Even if you are participating remotely, you are in the same group as us." Jack launched his usual friendly offensive.

"We are in the same group. Interesting." However, Jack's friendship magic seemed to have failed. Bug still had a cold face and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Hey, bug, be a little friendlier." Bai Rui said into the headset - as she had not undergone any intracranial modification, she could only communicate through external headphones.

"Want friendly, encouraging people? You can call the counseling hotline."

Bug didn't appreciate it, and Jack spread his hands towards the two of them, expressing his helplessness.

The elevator door opened and three people walked out one after another.

A shabby corridor, empty cans everywhere, and ugly graffiti on the walls.

"It's so noisy." The three of them walked carefully in the corridor. Deafening music came from the corridor, as if someone was throwing a cheap party. Bai Rui frowned as he couldn't stand it.

"Look for room 1237." Bug's voice sounded like a ghost. "The target should be inside, but I can't see her biological signal..."

"I hope we're not too late. Oh, I hate this kind of life-and-death business the most. Let's try to hack the door open." This mission really made Bug feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't even maintain his usual calmness.

"Han, is that you?" The old door on the side opened, and a haggard old woman leaned out. She obviously mistook their movements for someone else. V waved her hand and asked her to go back into the house.

Seeing the three people with cameras, the old woman quickly closed the door. This is the sensitivity that a Night City resident should have.

"Found it." V saw the number 1237 on the door on one side.

Bai Rui and Jack stood on both sides of the door with guns raised. V's eyes glowed blue and his mind hacked into the building's monitoring system. The door was quickly cracked open.

"Keep a low profile." Jack led the way in with two guns raised.

In the room behind the door, the music was deafening, drowning out all other sounds. When the three men walked through the messy room and came to a side room, even though they were battle-hardened mercenaries, they still felt their stomachs churning when they saw the scene in front of them.

An unknown female corpse was lying on the operating chair, her prostheses and internal organs had been stripped away, leaving only a red skin and a flattened head.

Several male corpses were hanging on a bracket nearby, with the prosthetic spines on their backs half pulled out, like a centipede crawling out from under the skin. The basin underneath was filled with blood and organ fragments, and the floor was covered with bloodstains and footprints.

The horrifying scene accompanied by a pungent smell hit Bai Rui, and he almost vomited. He didn't expect that the scenes in the game would be so exciting when transferred to reality.

She knew who was responsible for this, the scavengers who made a living by reselling second-hand prosthetics. She trembled all over, unable to believe that people could be so cruel to their own kind.

These scavengers are truly beasts in human skin.

However, as someone who had seen dead people after all, Bai Rui quickly suppressed his body's reaction and did not let the two people beside him notice anything unusual.

"Damn, are we late? Is it her? Is she the one we are looking for? V? Bai Rui?" Jack spoke anxiously and walked quickly forward to check the female corpse.

"Sandra Dorsett... a second-tier member of the company. We're looking for a rich girl..."

"Look, this is a black market replica of Zeta Tech. A typical knockoff."