A complete waste of money!
No way, after this mission, I'm getting a Gorilla Arm! Or maybe a Sianwistan too! I can't be much weaker than V!
"Got it!" Pira finally burst into delayed excitement.
Damn it!
Is this the strength of our team?
So thrilling! So thrilling!
Our squad is just too strong!
Pira began to quickly slow down and brake, while Mercer remotely controlled Behemoth to gradually stop as well.
Once the car was completely steady, Rebecca couldn't wait to rush out, angrily holding a shotgun to see if there was any place where she could pick up some spoils.
But all Rebecca could see was a hand gripping a woman's neck, who was smiling broadly at her V.
In the back of the remodeled Behemoth, some medical equipment was scattered on the floor, the interior painted white was smeared with red blood, and the woman in V's hand was struggling desperately to pry off V's hand from her neck.
The woman was Emilia Morton, the project manager whom Mercer had demanded be kept alive.
"Damn it! Couldn't you leave me one?"
Rebecca angrily kicked Behemoth's tire.
"Enough dawdling, which box are the drug samples in?"
V let go and tossed Emilia down, and she fell on her butt in the carriage, screaming in panic: "Who are you? Do you even know who I am..."
"All I know is if you keep babbling, I'll blow your head off with a single shot! I haven't killed anyone today yet!" Rebecca fiercely pressed the shotgun directly against Emilia's head.
Emilia let out a scream: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! The samples, the samples are here! It's this box!"
"Where's the other experimental data? Where's the important, valuable stuff?" Rebecca almost shoved the shotgun into her mouth, looking as if she couldn't wait to pull the trigger.
V clicked her tongue in amazement, this little girl can look more ruthless than her.
"The data, some of the data is in this laptop, valuable things... I have money! I have money! If you spare me, I'll give you all the money in my account!"
Emilia shouted in fear.
But her prosthetic eye displayed a red subtitle warning.
[?: I advise you not to waste your effort, just say what you're supposed to say, all your prosthetic body parts are locked, and your SOS signal can't be sent out, I have all the time to pry your mouth open.]
Emilia's suspended heart finally sank.
Because she didn't even know how she was hacked, with hackers of this level, if they said they'd block her communication signals, there was no way they'd give her half a chance.
"There's a high-grade blood analyzer over there that can sell for tens of thousands of euros on the black market, that's it, there's nothing valuable left in this car!"
Emilia said somewhat resignedly.
Mercer's voice sounded in V's ear: "Get the people and the goods in the car, take whatever you want, we have to go."
"Roger." V replied simply, holding a suitcase in one hand, and looked at the blood analyzer that was more than two meters long and over one meter high with the other hand.
"Should we take it? It won't fit in the car." V was a bit reluctant.
"If you can carry it, you can take it."
Mercer's words fell, and without another word, V mustered all her strength and picked up the large instrument.
What a brute, she only had some basic muscle enhancements, yet her strength was even more than the average person with Gorilla Arms.
"Damn, take that woman, and the goods, why are you just standing there?"
V snapped at the somewhat dumbfounded Rebecca, who pouted but grabbed Emilia and tossed her out of the car.
Pira also got out to lend a hand, shoving Emilia into the back of the car.
When Emilia looked up, she saw a man in a white hockey mask sitting deep inside, staring at her.
"You should know that hackers like me have ways to extract things from your brain, so cooperate, make it easier for me, we'll all have an easy time, and if I find you useful, you might even survive.
What do you think?"
Mercer's words ended, and Emilia nodded vigorously.
While V and Rebecca, both working together, shoved the huge machine weighing easily three to four hundred pounds into the back carriage. They grabbed a couple of weapons left behind by the biotech people as trophies and got into the carriage, closing the door behind them.
"Go, stay inside, and don't move around."
V pushed Emilia aside, who was crawling on the ground clearing space for the machine, and she looked at Mercer with a pitiful expression: "I'll cooperate. I'll cooperate with you in everything, I beg you, I'm just an employee."
"Emilia, a project manager isn't just an ordinary employee."
Mercer unplugged the server, leisurely putting on a jacket, concealing the back again, while at the same time turning on the recording function in her prosthetic eye.
In 2077, one of the reasons why most people could abandon their phones was because the combination of prosthetic eyes and brain-computer interfaces had almost entirely replaced all the functions of phones.
"I, I really am just someone who follows orders! You have no idea, the current project group is completely just a tool for the two deputy directors to get promoted!
This project, I mean, the poisoning in Sillan Town, was also all instructed by the deputy directors!
I had no choice! Not a bit of choice!