A large group of people got into seven or eight pickup trucks.
The scouts had already arrived at the nest of those pests in advance, monitoring the Scavengers' every move.
As soon as Jackie arrived with the main force, they would surely ambush the Scavengers from all sides, attack them from front and back, and crush them in one fell swoop.
However, halfway through the drive, Jackie received a phone call.
A call from the Hive boss.
"Hello, Berry, we're on our way."
Jackie answered the phone, thinking Berry was calling about their attack, and casually reported while holding the steering wheel.
"The enemy hasn't received our intelligence yet. I plan to catch them off guard. Don't worry, I'll definitely get things done before the cops arrive."
"Hmm, very good, Jackie."
Jackie was an old Night City resident.
From head to toe, there wasn't a single hair that hadn't been dyed in Night City's great vat.
So, Berry was very relieved with him as the commander-in-chief.
"Jackie, I trust you to handle things. Also, I've found some reinforcements for you; they're already on their way and will definitely be able to help you."
"Reinforcements? But we're just going to deal with a bunch of Scavengers who eat protein bars. Is it really necessary to be so cautious?"
Jackie asked, driving and looking at the road, his voice filled with doubt.
"Forget it, more people are always better than fewer."
However, after a brief moment of thought, Jackie accepted it.
After all, street combat wasn't child's play; an extra combatant might mean fewer casualties.
"When will the helper arrive? Maybe there's time to say hello."
"Soon, perhaps they'll catch up when you engage."
"Alright, we'll see then."
Jackie nodded and hung up the phone.
The helper Berry mentioned definitely wasn't that simple; Jackie understood that much.
But he didn't have time to think about it now.
Because they were getting closer to those bugs' lair, and the battle was about to begin.
Jackie was now immersed in the frenzy brought on by the adrenaline pumping through him.
Gunfire, bullets, and blood.
This was Night City's passionate side; when it could be avoided, people stayed away from the killing, but when they had to kill, they romanticized it.
Fight, fight, fight.
The convoy roared and rumbled like throbbing hearts and bullets, all firing towards the Scavengers' hiding place.
Meanwhile, V was also on her way.
Since the person and armor together weighed nearly half a ton, some vehicles clearly couldn't carry this weight.
So, Kikyo, an excellent model employee of the Hive Organization who never took a salary, drove a truck, taking V to the battlefield.
Heading to the exciting battlefield.
What a pity, what a pity.
If there was an armored vehicle, or even better, a helicopter, V's prestige would be even higher.
But with a limited budget, she could only be cooped up in a truck, wearing Night City's latest technology.
Night City's street combat rhythm, like its pace of life, was very fast.
It was quite different from the old days when people, as flesh-and-blood combatants, would timidly hide behind walls and shoot wildly.
Now, most people making a living on the streets have installed bulletproof skin, not something that can be taken down by a dozen rifle bullets, so once combat begins, everyone fights very aggressively.
So by the time V arrived at the Scavengers' hidden location, the maintenance pipes of the underground passage, the battle between the two sides had already progressed from intense initial fighting to a stalemate.
Looking around at the burning sandbags and debris under the shadows of the overhead overpasses, the Scavengers were caught off guard by Jackie and his team in the initial battle.
And in the area, apart from the crackling embers, the Honeycomb Mercenaries were all positioned in the remaining fortifications, facing the shadows deep within.
"Jackie, that's…"
When they heard the sound of a vehicle passing behind them, several Honeycomb Mercenaries cautiously pointed their guns backward. However, upon seeing the Hive logo on the truck, their brows furrowed in confusion. They could only look towards Jackie, whose face was streaked with sweat and dust, as he directed everyone to adjust defenses and prepare for a new round of attack.
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