Aguilar looked at V with a cold expression and said, "The boss will call your leader, but you'd better make sure not to mess up Dog Town's affairs."
Once he finished speaking, Aguilar turned and walked away, not even glancing at the bodies of his companions on the ground, clutching his severed arm as he coldly headed back to the elevator, pressing the floor number to leave.
This time, he was utterly humiliated.
Aguilar was considered the gold standard of the Cuba Group, a symbol of Cuban violence and death, and his failure was unbearable for the Cubans.
But given the situation, the Cubans had no choice but to swallow this bitter loss—for now, only Mercer and the others knew that Aguilar's protection action had failed.
Moreover, the most important thing is that the Cubans must ensure Dog Town continues to operate without any issues.
Losing Dog Town would mean losing the massive smuggling market painstakingly opened in Night City, an unacceptable loss for the Cubans.
Since Mercer assured them Dog Town would continue to operate, the Cubans had to be patient for the moment to see the results.
Until Aguilar and the remaining two Cubans left, V finally took a deep breath, looking at Hansen, who had passed out in her hands. She disdainfully tossed him onto the messy floor of the room.
[V: It's done, what's next?]
[Mercer: Well done, take Hansen to the base, let's use Soulkiller to do a surgery on him—hopefully everything goes smoothly, or else before Arasaka is dealt with, the Cubans will be back.]
[V: I'm hurt!]
[Mercer: Seriously?]
[V: Damn! Another EMP, my eyes are blurry now, can't see clearly, it's so annoying! When can you make equipment that's resistant to EMP?]
[Mercer: Already made, will fix you up later, tough job, come to the stadium, I'll replace your prosthetic eye and do a check-up.]
[V: Okay!]
She then looked at the slightly staggering Mao Jun, patting its shoulder: "Good job."
Mao Jun's armor emitted a mechanical sound: "Glad I didn't disappoint you."
"Let's go, find Mercer." V eagerly turned to look at the tank armor flown in by Mercer via remote AI control: "This model seems similar to me... Let me try what tank model armor feels like."
She couldn't wait to change into it, while Mao Jun stood dumbfounded until, reluctantly, it helped V put on the tank model armor.
Then, with V in mass-produced tank model armor, she grabbed the malfunctioning thrusters of Mao Jun and Hansen, and flew straight out of the window heading for the stadium.
To be honest, she hadn't seen Mercer for a dozen days, and she was feeling a bit uneasy.
Rebecca and the others also received Mercer's message, but Rebecca's message was to take over the Netherworld Dog arriving at Gem Cyan Hotel, temporarily confiscating their weapons and equipment, and keeping watch over them, waiting for further instructions.
Jack and the others' mission remained unchanged; until Mercer successfully takes over the Netherworld Dog, Jack and Mann must continue to blockade Dog Town, not allowing anyone to enter or exit.
....
When V arrived at the stadium and passed the training base, she couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
At this time, the training base was filled with bodies of the Netherworld Dog, lying in disarray, with a blood-red path strewn with pieces of flesh being the most striking.
It was as if a high-speed train had plowed through the crowd; V could hardly believe it—was this all done by Mercer alone?
In her impression, when Mercer acted, it generally resulted in people's heads bursting into flames and bodies electrified, but scenes as brutally bloody as this were rare.
V took a rough look; there were at least forty or more Netherworld Dogs dead here—currently, some Robots were cleaning up, busily scraping up bits of flesh from the ground, even V couldn't help but shiver.
It's a bit disgusting...
And when V reached the server room where Mercer was, she was startled at his appearance.
"Damn! What's going on with you!?" V almost tossed Hansen and Mao Jun aside, rushing to his side, looking him over, touching the now fully black armor, with six octopus arms waving behind him.
Mercer exited deep dive mode, opened the helmet visor, looked at her, reaching out to wipe off a bloodstain she didn't know how had stuck to her face, and smirked: "Cool, right?"
"Cool, yeah kind of..." V hesitated, ultimately just studying his face: "You look skinnier again?"
"Sigh~ Can't eat your cooking, the quality of Netherworld Dog's food was terrible." Mercer, supported by octopus arms, lifted himself up from the ground, his bizarre stance left V a bit stunned.
She merely pursed her lips, holding back much she wanted to say, pointing at Hansen: "Brought him over, shall we perform Soulkiller on him right here?"
"No, we'll take him back to the base later, using our own server is more reassuring."
Mercer said, glancing at Hansen: "We need all of Hansen's crucial memories, even temporarily need him to appear as a living person, to stabilize the situation and transition power peacefully.
Therefore, a very delicate surgery needs to be performed on his consciousness... even I don't have much confidence, if I did, I would've done it already.