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In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so people who were originally aggressive were all lying on the ground.

"This this……"

Taylor next to him opened his mouth subconsciously, looked out of the car window for a while, looked at David for a while, and was speechless.

He already had the will to die, but after a while, all the seemingly irresistible enemies turned into corpses.

"How about it, isn't my friend amazing?"

David was silent for a few more seconds, pretending to communicate with his 'friend hacker' in his brain, then glanced at Taylor, and said with a smile.

"I asked him. People from the Tiger Claw Gang are here. There is no one else nearby. You can get out of the car."

Taylor didn't speak. He looked at the corpses that fell on the ground, and he felt grateful and joyful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but he couldn't smile at all, and even a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The way hackers kill people is really terrifying.

"...Thank you, and thank your friend for me."

After a while, Taylor finally squeezed out a smile and nodded to David.

He opened the car door, stepped out with one foot but missed it, and staggered to the ground.

David sat in the car and watched Taylor go away and disappear into the streets and alleys. Then he started the 'little mule', looked in the rearview mirror, and carefully drove out through the gaps in the dead bodies.

Immediately afterwards, he called Regina.

"nailed it."

"uh-huh."

Regina's voice was very calm, she paused, then continued.

"The next thing is a formal entrustment, which is dangerous, but I will also provide corresponding rewards."

"Tiger Claw Gang?" David thought for a while and asked.

Regina's character is trustworthy, but obviously she is not a kind person who is full of love. To be precise, there is no such thing in Night City.

However, when Taylor did not ask for it, Regina asked David to help him, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Regina chuckled lightly and said in a relaxed tone.

"Taylor's old enemy has become the little leader of the Tiger Claw Gang. Now, for some other reasons, someone asks me to buy his life."

Volume 51: Chapter 51 Chapter [-]: Lava Bar

Westbrook, a neighborhood built on rolls of euros and neon.

In the hearts of countless people, this is the most livable place in Night City.From the mansions of the dignitaries in the North Oak area to the Charter Hill where the middle class gathers, every inch of land tells you that only people with status can live here.

There is also Japan Street across the bridge from the company square, which is a happy place for tourists and high-income earners.You can find any form of entertainment here, whether it's bars, high-end restaurants, or luxury shopping malls and sex clubs, all of which are top-notch.

But when you have fun, you have to be careful not to mess with local snakes-more than half of the businesses in Japantown are in the hands of the Tiger Claws, and the Lava Bar is one of them.

At this time, in this building located in the south of Japan Street, Morita Daichi was wearing a black suit, standing in the luxuriously decorated third-floor office, staring at the night outside the window.

He looked just middle-aged, with a strong build, a long scar on his left cheekbone, and dense tattoos on his neck and back of his hands, shining brightly in the dim light.

Morita likes this feeling of overlooking the street very much. Ever since Miyagawa, one of the top executives of the Tiger Claw Gang, took a cold look at him and became the little boss who independently manages a venue, he has done so every night.

A pleasant bell rang, and then the electronic door of the office slid open silently, and the waiter pushed the dining cart to the window.

Morita took a sip of the red wine, picked up the knife and fork again, and with a slightly clumsy movement, cut the high-grade synthetic meat on the plate into small pieces.

At this time, a message popped up in his sight.

"Boss, that cop is dead."

Morita's brows furrowed immediately, he gave up the sense of ritual he learned from the 'high society', swallowed the meat in a few mouthfuls, and drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin and picking up the short blade on the table, he strode out of the office and headed for the top floor of the Lava Bar.

Different from the lower floors, there is no deafening music on the third floor, and there are no men and women reeking of alcohol. Every ten meters, there is a member of the Tiger Claw Gang holding a weapon. The decoration style is mainly black. People feel silent and depressed.

When Morita Daichi walked out of the elevator door on the top floor, a younger brother was waiting beside him.

"Head."

"what happened?"

"That guy seems to have some kind of hidden injury, and he can't hold it up just after getting a little strength... Damn, don't npcds have medical insurance and regular medical examinations?"

"They have a fart." Morita sneered: "Go, go and have a look first."

Turning around the corner outside the elevator, the first thing that appeared was an iron door, guarded by two guys holding daggers in front of it.

There was a creaking sound of the door opening, and Morita Daichi stepped in first.

This is a room surrounded by concrete, illuminated by a dim chandelier, without any superfluous things.

A man in an NPCD uniform is curled up in the left corner, with blood all over his body.On the other side, there was a member of the Tiger Claw Gang in a kimono, who was pressing a woman who had fallen into a coma and whose life or death was unknown.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly turned his head, and then trembled with embarrassment and fear.

"Head..."

"Yaga, what's going on?" Morita Daichi cursed in Japanese with a sullen face.

"The whore is Taylor's old friend, Matthew Fowles Taylor, the one you sent for."

Seeing that Morita didn't mean to blame, the expression on the man's face relaxed a lot, and he quickly lifted his pants and stood up.

"A brother caught her sending a letter to Taylor, and they did something."

"Oh..." Morita Daichi's eyes instantly turned cold, and the long scar on his cheek trembled.

"Has anyone caught it?"

"Not yet, but she found out the guy's second hiding place from her mouth, and the brothers have already passed."

Morita nodded slightly, and glanced at the woman paralyzed on the ground.

"She is also in the gang?"

"Yes, I entered a few years ago, and these white skins are all eaten up..."

"Okay, get out now."

With a light kick on the younger brother's leg, Morita Daichi turned and came to the left.

In the dim light, the patrolman curled up in a pool of blood, his limbs and body bent at strange angles, as if he was already a corpse.

"Fuck, I could have exchanged money..." Morita's expression was a little ugly.

He really wanted to swear, but considering that the younger brother behind him had been with him for a long time and was one of the few "insiders" after he became the little boss, he still held back all the swear words.

"Toss it like this, there is no need to keep it, contact the scavenger to sell it." Morita let out a breath slowly, and pointed with his finger.

"Yes."

"And this one, what's it called?"

"Looks like... Caroline."

"Oh, contact Dejing and ask him to take him away. Isn't he just short of a sexual partner at that time. Remember to explain the matter clearly, we also follow the rules."

"Yes."

After dealing with the matter here, Morita stamped his feet, wiped off the blood on the soles of his shoes, and walked back to the elevator.

Morita Daichi came to the second floor, toasted and greeted the guests in the VIP box one by one, and after turning around, he held a glass of 'Scarlet Razor' and leaned against the fence of the second floor platform.

"The people who went to catch Taylor haven't come back..."

A thought flashed across, and Morita faintly felt something was wrong.

He beckoned behind him, called a younger brother from the Tiger Claw Gang, and ordered in a low voice.

"Send someone to guard the street, and report in advance if someone from NPCD comes over."

After saying this, Morita still felt a little uneasy. He took a sip of wine, frowned, and looked down at the dance floor from a high position.

Besides npcd, who else would come looking for trouble?

I have formed a lot of beams, but the monsters of the Vortex Gang rarely come to Westbrook's side, and Valentino's people only guard Heywood, and there is no reason for the other little bosses of the Tiger Claw Gang who have feuds. It's time to start...

Going through the possible enemies in his mind, Morita Daichi never thought of a logical possibility.

"Maybe I'm being sensitive. Taylor's bastard drives a good car. It's normal to spend more time."

Thinking like this, he poured all the remaining blood-red wine into his mouth.

At this time, it was completely dark.

Virtual projections of neon-colored cherry blossom trees light up on the street, and more and more customers pour into the gate of the bar.

Amidst the constantly shaking and flickering lights, the crowd writhed crazily with harsh music, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

At the entrance of the Lava Bar, a group of guests are undergoing security checks and preparing to enter.

The leader was a strong man with a yellow airplane head, and beside him stood an equally muscular woman with short hair who had no obvious feminine features.

Behind the two, a man with slender arms was chatting up a waiter at the bar, and a petite girl with green ponytails was looking into the bar curiously.

Volume 52: Chapter 52 Chapter [-]: Being Late

"Bah, the wine only touched by sissies is expensive and tasteless."

In the box on the second floor of Lava Bar, the girl with light green twin ponytails smacked her lips, put down the 'black silk bomb' in her hand, and commented with displeasure.

Blended with several types of sparkling fruit juices, this Tokyo-originated cocktail is sweeter and less alcoholic.

"Hee hee, 98 yuan for Little Sweet Water." The man next to him with a punk hairstyle and slender arms laughed and mocked.

"Better than you!"

The girl's expression suddenly became nasty, she pulled the corners of her mouth, and countered with a look of disgust.

"When you see the waiter's xx, you can't walk. In the end, the person who spent more than 300 has the face to talk?"

"You know what a fart, she is really big..."

"enough."

The leading strong man frowned and knocked on the table.

"Rebecca, Pyrrha, you all be quiet."

"Don't forget what we're here for." The muscular woman with short hair also echoed, then lowered her head slightly, and continued to speak in the communication channel: "Qiwei, can you hear me?"

"The communication is normal, Dorio." A female voice responded in the communication: "The room has been checked, and there is no monitor."

"Let's get down to business, Mann."

"Ah."

The muscular man named Mann opened the lid of the wine bottle with his fingers, and looked at his companions around him.

"The leader of the Tiger Claw Gang who came to this bar is called Morita Dadi, and our mission is to kill him."

"Kill the boss of the Tiger Claws on their territory? Exciting, I like such kind of missions!" Rebecca whistled, her eyes lit up: "Then why are you still here, let's go!"

"You don't even have a gun, are you in a hurry to go out and die?"

As an entertainment place opened in Japan Street, Lava Bar has extremely strict security checks, and there is no possibility of entering with weapons. Everyone in the mercenary team also stored their weapons at the door like other guests.

"The employer this time is someone from Valentino... Hehe, someone who likes to pretend to share, share! Xiao, said resources' group: 9?8;0;2?.0'.5,8!" 5. ;6 guy, he can't leave Haywood to make trouble, so he came to us. "

Mann blew away most of the bottle of spirits in one breath, wiped his mouth, and then continued.

"In addition to us, the employer also sent a hacker to help, saying that it will solve the problem of weapons."

"Then just wait...Qi Wei, use this time to study the network of the bar." Dorio scratched her short blond hair and added.

With nothing to do for the time being, the mercenaries turned their attention back to the wine, and the box was quiet for a while.

5 minute, 10 minutes... half an hour passed.

Even Dorio, who was always sipping and drinking slowly, had reached the bottom of the cup, but the hacker from Valentino's gang who came to cooperate never appeared.

"Ha, I'm going to order a few more glasses..."

Pilar's ten slender fingers mingled together and stood up with a wretched smile.