From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

is blood……

Our own blood!

"Enemy attack——"

boom!

The tungsten core armor-piercing bullet penetrated the center of his forehead and gently lifted up his skull.

When the headless companion staggered to the ground, the short and fat scavenger next to him woke up as if from a dream and crawled behind the metal box.

He turned on the internal communication channel and shouted hoarsely: "Enemy attack! There are snipers!"

The boss's voice rang out quickly: "How many people are there? Can you tell what kind of force they are? "

"Bang——dang——"

After the gunshot, the channel was completely silent, with only the metallic echo slowly floating around.

To a technical sniper rifle, that piece of iron sheet was no different from cardboard. He actually stood still after hiding inside, which really showed his contempt for V's shooting accuracy.

The first two-man patrol was destroyed.

The other patrol split into two groups on the way, with the old man rushing back to the factory for help and a newcomer being sent to investigate the situation.

The new guy was really reluctant, but his fear of the boss made him reluctantly walk to the corner.

It was definitely a bad idea to stick his head out rashly, so he chose to squat in the corner and observe the situation outside with a small portable mirror.

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

He tried to open his eyes wide and quickly checked the situation at the front door through reflex.

There is no one in the watchtower.

The entrance area is empty...

There was no one at the factory gate.

There are no enemies anywhere, what the hell... Wait, why is the side door in front open? Could it be that the enemy has already come in! ?

The severe palpitations made him lose the courage to continue observing, and he wanted to go back indoors and stay with his companions.

Turning suddenly, his forehead suddenly hit a cold and hard object.

I turned my head in surprise and found that it was the muzzle of a shotgun.

The killer kinetic shotgun produced by Affordable Firepower. The boss also has one, but it doesn't seem to be this new...

Shifting his gaze upwards, he saw a burly man with a ball-like haircut, looking at him expressionlessly.

The new scavenger opened his mouth in horror, but the plea for mercy remained forever in his throat.

boom--!

The sound of the shotgun firing was so loud, like a death knell.

The scavenger's holographic projection mask, along with his head, neck, and most of his chest were painted on the wall. From a distance, it looked like the Valentino gang's favorite red rose.

The last thought in his life was - the muzzle of this gun is so fucking thick...

"V: Four killed, no other ground forces found, begin advancing."

"Jack: You're so kind to leave one for me..."

"V: You walked too slowly. I was covering for you. Where are the others?"

"Mann: Three people eliminated in the alley. They've come in through the back door."

"Vera: The two people guarding the side door tried to escape, but I beat them into a pulp."

Less than a minute after the battle started, the scavengers had lost ten people. This was not a battle, it was a massacre!

"V: Jack, hold the front door until I arrive and move forward together. L, you can go inside, be careful of the slippery ground."

"L: At least leave one for me! I have to fire two shots with my new gun!"

"V: I just bought this gun too. If you're taking your time, I won't wait for you."

After the call ended, Leo scratched his head anxiously.

"I say... Rebecca, are you still not well?"

Gulp, gulp, gulp—poof!

Rebecca tilted her head back and rinsed her mouth with pure water, wrapping up anything that shouldn't be in her teeth in the water and spitting it out.

"Just wait a little longer..."

She finished her words vaguely and rinsed her mouth several times until her breath no longer had the smell of heather.

"I'm telling you in advance, I'm not disliking you. It's just that I can't stay silent later. If I smell this way when I open my mouth, it won't be good if people find out we're doing this before the battle."

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Leo feels particularly guilty now and always feels sorry for V.

Of course, he also knew that this was a saintly BUFF unique to the sage time, and it would be fine after a while.

Seeing his shy look, Rebecca giggled, threw the empty water bottle aside, took out a piece of bubble gum and chewed it quickly to further cover up her bad breath.

To be honest, she was quite surprised by L’s behavior - he looked like a completely inexperienced newbie.

She really couldn't imagine why, in Night City where the lower class openly played with electric cups on the streets, he, a rich and powerful young master from the upper class, would be so unprepared.

But... she didn't hate it, she was even a little interested in it.

"This is my deposit. When you help me find out the truth and punish the murderer, I will give you the best. Of course, if you want to see me occasionally, just give me a call. I can help you meet your needs in other ways."

Leo saw her stretch out her little hand and make a very indecent up and down shaking motion, and he looked away speechlessly... and added her to his contact list by the way.

"Let's go, don't wait until the battle is over before we arrive."

Seeing her pick up the shotgun again, Leo also pulled out the Yinglong submachine gun and ran towards the scavenger stronghold.

Rebecca ran after him with a smile on her face, running quite fast on her short legs.

The two men quickly crossed the street and walked towards the main entrance of the repair shop. No gunshots were heard during the process.

Not only that, the streets were dead silent. Not to mention pedestrians, even vehicles seemed to have disappeared from the area.

The citizens of Night City apparently have the same racial talents as the citizens of Gotham - when they hear gunshots, they take cover on the spot, flee quickly, and never meddle in other people's business.

Entering the repair shop from the open side door, the faint smell of blood in the air awakened his mind from the excitement just now.

"Hey, this way!"

V stood at the factory entrance and waved to them, and Jack was also standing there.

Leo walked towards her in a trance - having just been squeezed twice by Rebecca, he felt indescribably guilty when he saw V.

Fortunately, this was a battlefield, and V obviously interpreted his nervousness as something else: "Look at how nervous you are. I told you not to come. Come here quickly, you've stepped on something dirty."

Leo looked down and saw that his heels were standing in a pool of blood.

Before his brain could react, he subconsciously took a step back. It seemed that he stepped on something with his feet, and there was a "pop" sound when it was stepped on.

He lifted his foot to check it out, and found a deflated ball of flesh stuck to the sole of his shoe... Who is so uncultured as to throw his eyeballs everywhere...

Chapter 149: The Great Purge (Part 2)

Moving his sight horizontally, he saw a street sweeper who had "fallen to the ground" in the physical sense next to him.

The short and fat man who was supposed to be hiding behind the tin box now has his head missing, with only his tongue still in the correct position above his neck.

Don't mention it, this shape is quite unique...

Leo thought he would be scared, or at least a little disgusted, but he wasn't.

He walked forward calmly, tapped his shoes lightly, knocked the eyeballs out, and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground.

These shoes cannot be kept - this is his strongest thought at the moment.

"Huh? You're not afraid? I thought you'd be afraid since you've never seen a dead person."

V had come over, observing him curiously.

The strange feeling of facing the dead washed away his guilty conscience, and Leo found that he could face V calmly again: "I thought I would be scared, but it seems that I am not... Come to think of it, it should be because I don't regard these guys as the same kind."

He looked back at the body and reaffirmed the feeling.

"To me, aliens that 'eat' their own kind are just ghouls. They just look like humans. Rather than being afraid of them, I feel more disgust towards them."

boom!

He raised his hand and shot him, breaking another part of his neck. Leo continued to move forward nonchalantly.

There are still a lot of dirty things hidden in the factory. He needs to get rid of them quickly so that he can find a place to change his shoes.

V casually glanced at Rebecca behind him, and seeing that she was "looking around and on guard", he turned his attention back to Leo.

The four of them met in front of the factory.

Leo looked at the tightly closed metal shutter door, gestured with his hand a few times, and chose to speak on the communication channel -

"L: What's the situation now?"

"V: We have blocked both main exits. The enemy is hiding inside and seeking help from outside."

"L: Can they still get reinforcements?"

"Pure White: Of course not. Both the signal and the electronic equipment are under my control. Let me show you the real-time image in the basement~"

The video signal was received in the artificial eye and the picture changed.

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Dark basement.

Surgical supplies were piled up in a mess, and there were dark red bloodstains on the ground.

The pale light barely illuminated a space, casting a distorted shadow.

A tall, fat man with fat on his face was pacing back and forth in the room, waving a shotgun anxiously.

He looked more like a butcher than a scavenger.

After walking around for a few times, he couldn't help but yell at his brothers in annoyance, "Are you still not done? What do our colleagues in the nearby bases say?"

The bald younger brother stuttered: "Boss, we are attacked, can...can...can...listen...?"

"Fuck! Speak faster!"

Snapped!

The strong man went up and slapped him, and miraculously cured his stuttering.

“…H-Hear gunshots!”

After saying this, the bald younger brother trembled and covered his face, not daring to even look at the ferocious boss.

"All bases were attacked...!?"

The boss's expression was extremely ugly, with his already ugly facial features twisted together.

To become the leader of the scavengers, he certainly relied not only on ferocity and brutality, but also on cunning and unscrupulousness.

He was certainly aware of the seriousness of multiple strongholds being attacked at the same time.

You know, although the scavengers are nominally a large force with a large number of people and a wide distribution, they are privately organized and scattered, and there are not many connections between the small groups, and sometimes they are even competitors.

Attacking so many places at the same time is not as simple as ordinary citizens pooling money to hire mercenaries to take revenge.

Did some idiot capture some big shot?

There was no point in thinking too much, so he made a quick judgment: "Hey, have you contacted the mercenaries you worked with before?"

Another scantily clad female scavenger shook her head in fear.

"Then call the police!" The boss was anxious. "Call the NCPD and tell them that we were attacked by illegal mercenaries! Even if we are arrested together, we can still get out by spending some money to smooth things over!"

Of course, he didn’t say the whole truth - he could get out on his own, so forget about these little brothers, it’s not worth wasting his savings.

There are plenty of people on the streets who are willing to do the dirty work, and you can just recruit a few of them to form a new group.

The female scavenger quickly called the NCPD police number, but the call was not connected.