"Welcome back to the intelligence talk, today we are going to talk about the bloody campaign that took place in Watson's North District."

"A feast of guns that lasted five whole days ended in a way you would never have imagined."

"Night City's heroes, the 'Terrorist Squad', were dispatched at the last moment, and as a result, all five floats were knocked down--

Yes, you heard it right, it's that kind of exaggerated armored floating car! If you let it go, your house will be in ruins in two minutes! ”

[The sound of gasping for air]

"Of course, it's not all the fault of the Terrorist Task Force — it's not the NCPD's fault for corruption, but I'm just casually saying it, maybe it's true?"

"Our 'thugs' seem to have a certain company in their hands. I didn't say that it was military science and technology and international armaments, I meant that a certain company, the thugs have the advanced equipment of a certain company, and it is no wonder that the terrorist mobile team cannot withstand it. ”

"But the amazing thing is that when the manticores all turned into coffins and fell from the sky, the riot subsided!"

"Only the lower half of the initiator's body was found at the scene - well, the lower body. [Image] [Mosaic]"

[Disgusting voice]

"NCPD said that it will soon be able to sort out the context of things from these lower bodies, which makes the gold content of 'managing the lower body' to a higher level-

After all, we all know that the deputy director of the NCPD is not good at managing the lower body. ”

But then again, why does NCPD always have to do with the lower body? If they always spend their taxes on the second half, we might as well spend it on our own bottom half. ”

"In that case, we'll at least have a good time."

[Laughter]

"This is today's "Intelligence Talk", remember, the truth is far more complicated than what you see, we'll see you in the next episode."

This is not yet settled.

In the storeroom, Brick and his brothers were all hanging on the wall.

The feeling of losing his body was maddening and uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to affect him much, and his only request was to suck some black lace to cool off.

Royce, on the other hand, was tied to a pillar in front of him, with a large number of cables attached to his head.

It's a bit weird, but considering it's Uzmum Gang territory, it's not too weird.

In another room, Lille retracted his neural connections.

[Lille: That's it, he's yours.] 】

"Spit on."

Brick spat out the oil in Royce's face.

"Uh-weed." Royce woke up in a daze, pain filling every nerve in his head.

"I didn't expect that, little bastard." Brick smiled, "We're meeting again." ”

"Brick? Fuck you, I know"

"You know your mother."

Brick couldn't move, but he had a pistol attached to the wall he was hanging.

didn't give Royce any nonsense, and just blew his head out.

Blood splattered, and in this dimly lit warehouse, Brick ended the traitor's life--

The whirlpool's civil strife is over.

How many people are left in the Vortex Gang?

Carter, the other head on the wall, was also much more sober under the stimulation of black lace at this time: "Done? ”

"That's it." Brick repeated Carter's question, "What the hell is it for being paralyzed but fighting for so long."

"Nonsense, of course, for a breath! Stupid to be the little brother of that old pervert of Royce!

Let's start working again, I think the Vortex Gang can grow from ten to a few thousand, and we brothers will be two

No, it's not a problem to do three to three thousand! ”

The third person is Joestar, who has not regained his ability to think normally.

However, after joining the Vortex Gang, the ability to think normally has basically left him.

Brick sighed, "You're a fucking genius - hey, Joestar, huh?" What do you want to do when you go out? ”

Joestar's expression was a little sluggish, and his immature brain and nerves were not so receptive.

So he instinctively said, "I don't know, find a woman to play with?" ”

"I'm still worried about that." Brick snorted and threw the inhaler away.

Joestar instinctively grabbed the thing.

"Mess with me, the prosthetic body changes every day, make sure you forget what women are not women, sissies only play with women!

Real men should play prosthetics! ”

In another room, V, who heard this, looked thoughtfully at Lille.

Lille is fiddling with the linear frame.

[Panan: The NCPD brought someone here.] 】

Lille withdrew his tool and swept the parts on the table to the side.

A few minutes later, Jefferson walked in, but his expression was not pretty, it should be said that it was very complicated.

From the surveillance, it can be seen that the outside of this small, dilapidated apartment building is crowded with NCPD cars.

River and his partner were at the front, and Lille could see him glancing at the camera, motioning for Lille to look at the back of the team.

At the back of the convoy, there was a very calm middle-aged man wearing glasses, and he could feel the difference between him and other police officers just by looking at it:

He is incredibly calm, but it can be seen from his eyes and micro-expressions that he is always vigilant and thoughtful.

Looks like a big shot.

Back to the talks.

Lille stretched out his hand slightly, palm upward: "Please be seated, the meeting place I chose may not be so elegant." ”

"That's not the point."

Not so elegant?!

Jefferson looked around the room, and the walls were full of dismantled black market prostheses, all kinds of structural parts, conduction devices, motors.

The finished homemade prosthetic limb is mounted on the ceiling as if it were a slaughterhouse.

Jefferson had only seen traditional slaughterhouses from pictures, but that didn't stop him from feeling uncomfortable with the scenes of these human prosthetics hanging from the ceiling.

Also adding to the discomfort are the colorful unidentified liquids on the walls, as well as graffiti covered by unidentified liquids.

This was once the territory of the Vortex Gang.

He crossed Lille and looked through the one-way glass, and saw the heads hanging on the walls inside, one of which had been blown out on a pillar, and the hot brains were still flowing!

It's like an oblique ritual!

Not so elegant. You're humble, Jefferson thought.

"Thank you very much for your contribution to this riot, I didn't expect that there would be such a big mess here just entrusted you with dealing with the Vortex Gang."

"No thanks."

Lille's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he waved his hand to signal V and Jack, who were about to roll their eyes, to go and play.

Jefferson continued: "I didn't expect the terrorist mobile team to suffer heavy losses, and all parties were concerned about this incident, but fortunately, in the end, things were under control.

I guess those are the Vortex guys? ”

"Don't worry." Lille opened two bottles of Dumb Monkey, took out a separating chip, showed it to Jefferson, and placed the thing on the jar.

The robotic arm pushes the beverage can forward.

"Let's settle the previous commission first, here are the kill records of this time, all of them are gang members with criminal records and bounties."

Well?

When Jefferson heard this, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The can rubbed against the table, making a clattering sound, and slowly pushed in front of Jefferson.

"A total of 1,073 people, the total reward amount is 536,651 euros, according to our contract, a total of 2,683,255 euros, considering the huge amount, to give you a fraction, a total of 2,683,000 euros."

Well?

Well?

Well?

Jefferson seemed to have a physical question mark on his head, and his mind suddenly stopped.

"That's not right, is it?"

(End of chapter)