Benjamin had a dream.
This dream was established the moment he escaped from his chaotic homeland in Eastern Europe and first stepped onto the Night City port from a stowaway ship.
That was, to become a superior person.
The debauched Night City, and the endless gunfights and crimes on the streets.
This city was simply a paradise for people like them.
Here, as long as one was ruthless enough and had tough enough methods, one could earn enough money through various unconventional means.
And in pursuit of his dream, Benjamin, like many of his fellow Eastern Europeans, took up the work that city dwellers called Scavengers.
The world had gotten one thing wrong, as if Scavengers only dismantled cyberware; in reality, they were mistaken. Scavengers not only dismantled cyberware from the dead to sell, but they also kidnapped, trafficked drugs, burned, killed, looted, and did everything.
Whatever made money quickly, they did.
This was the creed of the Scavengers.
And even within such a morally bankrupt group driven by money, Benjamin stood out.
As he boasted himself, to get ahead in Night City, one had to be the most ruthless, the most hardcore, and he was precisely one of them.
Sometimes, success was that simple.
Enough ruthlessness, and a little bit of luck, could achieve everything.
This awareness and ability earned him prestige among his Eastern European compatriots, and he successfully went solo, becoming the leader of a Scavenger gang.
Recently, however, he had set his sights on a new lucrative location.
Rumors had been circulating in their circles recently that a new gang had emerged in southern Watson, dominating the local low-end cyberware market and driving all local Scavengers out of there.
The connections between Scavengers were not frequent or deep, so at first, they thought the group entrenched in southern Watson was just another gang of Scavengers.
The previous conflicts were just competition among peers.
After all, in their world, how could there be cyberware cheaper than the second-hand goods they dismantled?
But Benjamin wasn't as brainless as his colleagues, so he investigated thoroughly.
After that, the truth came out.
The newly risen "Hive," and their cyberware that was good for nothing but being cheap.
Benjamin felt his opportunity had come, because he believed he saw the "Hive's" weakness.
And his people, who had been operating in the Northside Industrial District for a long time, had enough guns and manpower. He didn't believe they couldn't take down this so-called "Hive" gang that had only recently emerged.
As long as they took down the other side, his group would never have to worry about money again.
However, they clearly hadn't expected the Hive's people to react so quickly.
They had only been there a few days, and hadn't even prepared to challenge the Hive, yet the Hive's people came first.
A group of people died, and the rest fled in a hurry into the dark maintenance pipes.
At this point, Benjamin, having reacted, furiously prepared to counterattack.
He dared to oppose the Hive, naturally, because he had his own confidence.
That was, he had acquired some heavy weapons in the black market: several old heavy machine guns, and some even more hardcore stuff.
It was also thanks to these machine guns that they managed to keep the Hive's people out, preventing them from rushing in.
"...We have to fight our way out! Damn it, we were ambushed by those Hive bastards, we have to get them back."
The muscular Benjamin roared at his subordinates, carrying a rocket launcher.
How could he not feel aggrieved? He was caught off guard by the Hive's people and forced into the pipes before he even had time to use his heavy weapons.
And now, it was time for the counterattack.
However, before Benjamin could act, a hurried shout drew his and his subordinates' attention.
"Boss, the enemy is attacking the entrance again!"
"Damn it, what's all the fuss about? It's just an attack, and we were about to launch our own!"
His subordinate's frantic report was met only with Benjamin's angry rebuke.
"No, boss, the leader is an Armored Monstrous Figure."
Seeing that their boss didn't take it seriously, the subordinate suppressed his fear and raised his voice.
"What Armored Monstrous Figure? Screw that, can it withstand my rocket launcher?"
Benjamin said no more, slinging his rocket launcher and leading his men out towards the entrance.
Now was their chance to counterattack.
On the other side, V and Jackie were advancing.
Their goal was to break through the enemy's defenses and trap the remaining enemies in the maintenance tunnel to eliminate them.
The speed of the attack far exceeded Jackie's expectations.
In fact, he was stunned from the start, because in the blink of an eye, V, who had been right in front of him, was gone. Looking again, she was already far ahead, charging at the very front.
"Holy crap, is she that good?"
Watching V clank along in heavy armor, yet moving so incredibly fast, a surprised Jackie almost choked on his own breath.
V charged at the very front, her figure like a flash of lightning.
Not only were the Honeycomb Mercenaries stunned for a moment, but even the enemies' Reflexes were slow.
It wasn't until V had covered most of the distance out of cover, weaving through flames and debris, rapidly approaching the entrance, that the Scavengers inside frantically activated their heavy machine guns.
"What the hell is that thing!"
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