"Biotechnica has already fired the first shot."
"This is a war, Berry, you must face it."
"Good luck."
Blue Eyes hung up the phone.
...
Berry frowned, watched V and the others while pondering for a moment, then looked up, her gaze resolute, like a dragon ascending to its rightful place.
"Let's go, save Jackie!"
Although this Blue Eyes seemed to truly have many pairs of eyes.
It was as if this guy knew everything Berry and the others were doing.
First the Biotechnica incident, and now Jackie.
But she had to admit, the information the other party provided was always exactly what Berry needed most.
Corporations don't move without profit; she didn't believe Blue Eyes told her this out of kindness.
This time, Berry sensed something ominous.
All her actions felt like they were under surveillance.
It felt like she was being led by the nose, stepping into a script that someone else had already designed.
But what choice did she have?
She had to save Jackie, even if it meant paying a price she didn't yet know.
Come what may, there's always a way out.
Night Corp shouldn't think they have her figured out.
At worst, she'd build a nuclear bomb and detonate it with them.
Damn it.
Berry was fed up with the riddling corporations, and fed up with her own state of ignorance.
It was like an invisible net was slowly closing in on her and the small ship that was Honeycomb... "Quick, quick, get in the car!"
"Grab your gear! Damn it, are you going pole dancing with a dagger?"
Now that they knew Jackie's location, they didn't need to go through all that trouble.
Honeycomb's temporary Quick Reaction Force was rapidly assembled. Berry drove a van packed with people to rescue Jackie.
"Uh... why can't I wear my armor?"
V, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at the indignant Honeycomb Mercenaries in the rear compartment and mumbled quietly.
"No. Although that Blue Eyes old geezer is mysterious, one thing he said is right."
"This incident with Jackie is just the beginning."
"The Tyger Claws won't let Honeycomb off the hook. War is about to begin."
"The more trump cards we hide, the less passive we will be in the coming struggle."
"V, you and the Armored Squad are our biggest trump card."
"The Armored Squad can only be revealed when the outcome is being decided."
"Ah, I see."
V nodded seriously.
The words 'Armored Squad' were naturally filtered out by her.
All that remained of Berry's words was that V was her ultimate trump card.
Hearing Berry tell her this so earnestly, V couldn't help but feel a little giddy.
Being spoken to so seriously by Berry, V's heart felt as though it had been tickled by a feather, and her hands felt tingly and numb.
V swallowed and turned her head to look at the road.
Although a spoiled Berry was cute, a serious Berry had an even greater captivating charm.
Of course, the realization that this serious Berry would be lying in her arms and acting spoiled at night was even more striking. V felt like she had chugged a bottle of frozen mint drink in the middle of summer, and goosebumps spread from head to toe.
Damn it, could this be love?
V clenched her fists, her eyes wide.
Her little brain came to a conclusion worthy of an online fool... "Get out, quick, quick! Damn them! Anyone who dares to kidnap my people must die!"
The van carrying the armed crew screeched to a halt at the alley entrance. Berry immediately jumped out of the driver's seat, cursing as she drew the revolver from her waist.
The Honeycomb Mercenaries in the back compartment poured out like dumplings, carrying long guns and short cannons, their firepower sufficient to make tomorrow's headlines.
"Slaughter those little bastards from the Tyger Claws!"
"Tyger Claws? I think they're just pussies! 'Cat Claws' would be a more fitting name!"
The group looked fierce and aggressive, with ammunition belts slung across their waists, ready to storm inside.
"Hey, Boss, wait, something seems off."
A bald Honeycomb Mercenary was loading an ammo belt onto his heavy machine gun, but a quick glance revealed something amiss, and he quickly called out to Berry.
"What is it?"
Berry, who was holding her revolver and aiming, trying to get into the competitive groove, looked up.
"Uh, look."
The group looked in the direction the bald Mercenary was pointing, only to see an NCPD patrol car parked right at the alley entrance.
Earlier, everyone was so focused on saving Jackie that they seemed to have ignored their surroundings.
Inside the patrol car, the NCPD Officer, who suddenly saw such a group of armed individuals, had a look of shock frozen on his face, his hand holding instant coffee rigid in mid-air.
The air fell silent for a moment.
The two sides just stared at each other through the car window, with only the hushed breathing of everyone in between.
Uh, what do we do now?
Would the NCPD believe them if they said they were actually here for target practice?
Berry was in a bit of a predicament.
After all, even she found the excuse she came up with a bit ridiculous.
But as Berry pondered, the situation quickly changed.
The NCPD Officer slowly lowered the coffee in his hand under everyone's gaze, and his hand slowly reached for the pager on his chest.
The Honeycomb Mercenaries saw his movement, and their breathing became a little rapid, hesitating whether to make a move.
But in this extremely tense standoff, the NCPD's hand safely passed over the pager, reached into his chest pocket, and pulled out... a pair of sunglasses.
Slowly putting on the sunglasses, the NCPD calmly turned his head to the side, leaned back on the headrest, and his breathing gradually deepened.
"Uh... does that mean he fell asleep?"
The Honeycomb Mercenaries expressed that they didn't understand the officer's actions, but they felt a slight shock.
"What, NCPD Officers are exhausted all day maintaining law and order in the city, what's wrong with taking a nap? Let's go... let's go target practice."
The group quietly carried their heavy machine guns and rifles, sidling past the police car, politely queuing to enter the alley.
Phew, three thousand eurodollars a month, why risk your life?
Berry breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the alley.
She was glad she met a sensible NCPD Officer... "How is it, big Jack, seeing your good brother suffer so much, can't you help but confess?"
In the basement, two Tyger Claws were still relentlessly torturing Brother Finger.
And Brother Finger's good brother, Jackie, watching his good brother being tortured like this, his big face was also filled with raging anger, his tiger-like eyes brimming with tears, as if he was on the verge of collapse.
But looking at Jackie's superb acting, Brother Finger couldn't laugh.
This guy, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, how could he be so shameless?
He originally thought that if a genuine Honeycomb Mercenary was caught, the Tyger Claws would probably not torture him.
He didn't expect these two Tyger Claws to have tumors in their brains.
What kind of breaking down psychological defenses are they playing at?
As a result, this guy was taking all the abuse himself.
"Hmph, if the big guy won't talk, Brother Finger, you're quite stubborn too, to be honest, I'm a little impressed with you."
"Brother Finger, Brother Finger, I wonder if you can still be stubborn after I saw off your finger."
After speaking, disregarding the pleading in Brother Finger's eyes, the Tyger Claw pressed Brother Finger's finger onto the guillotine.
"Hmph, hmph, ah ah ah!!!"
A sickening sound of sawing flesh rang out, and Brother Finger let out a desperate scream.
Damn it, everything he confessed was made up.
He made up everything he could.
What could he do if he couldn't make up anything else?
If the fabricated intelligence was too outrageous and proven false, and the Tyger Claws found out he was lying, then his torment wouldn't be so simple.
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