Chapter 97

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Santo Domingo, Kabuki District.

Maine was speeding down the elevated highway in his vehicle, gradually approaching his destination, the Broken Bridge.

The originally smooth road surface began to show some obstacles, with scattered plastic barrels and various metal billboard frames blocking the middle of the road.

Maine crashed the car straight into them, knocking over these makeshift roadblocks one by one and then crushing over them.

After breaking through a not-too-long stretch of roadblocks, Maine could see from afar that at the end of the elevated bridge ahead, shipping containers were piled up all around.

Using the shipping containers as an outer perimeter, a temporary defensive position was established, with a man-made camouflage tent in the middle.

Although the position was crude, it was clear that the person who set it up had a high level of military training.

Lighting, warning signs, barricades, burning oil barrels, high ground defense, and even a command center tent were all in place.

Maine was almost certain that Marcello, the man they were looking for, was here.

He had to hurry. Stepping hard on the accelerator, the engine at the front of the car let out a roar like a fierce beast as it charged towards the position.

Suddenly.

A bullet came flying, hitting the center of the front windshield, sending out ripples of spider web cracks, with a long, large caliber shell stuck in the glass.

This shot was not aimed at Maine in the driver's seat, clearly a stern warning from the other party.

A horn sounded from up ahead in warning, "Private alert area, stop approaching in vehicle immediately, only allowed to approach on foot!"

Maine frowned. Judging from the position of the bullet, the other party's marksmanship was indeed very accurate, and they were using a sniper rifle.

He had to make a decision quickly, whether to charge straight in and grab Marcello, or heed the other party's warning and get out of the car.

Both options carried great risks.

The current situation was that the enemy was hidden, and with a skilled sniper, there was a possibility of getting his head blown off at any moment. This was no joke.

Maine slammed on the brakes, yanked the steering wheel hard to the right in a drift, turning the car sideways.

He pushed the car door open and walked out without any fear, facing Marcello head-on.

Dorio in the passenger seat hurriedly advised, "Maine, this is very dangerous, he's a sniper!"

Maine also knew the consequences of doing this, but without gaining Marcello's basic trust, it would be difficult to resolve the situation quickly.

Marcello was very alert and didn't show himself, hiding in the shadows. Instead, he shouted across the distance through a megaphone, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Maine spread his hands, indicating he had no threatening weapons on him, and replied forthrightly, "Maine, a mercenary. Received a commission to come get you out of here. Militech is already onto you!"

He had no intention of concealing anything, and telling the truth was more in line with his style of doing things. This way it was easier to gain the other party's trust.

After hearing this, Marcello fell silent for a moment before asking warily, "Commission? Who commissioned you, and how do you know Militech is looking for me?"

Clearly, Marcello was not fooled by Maine's words. He had been hiding these past few years precisely because he didn't want to be found by Militech.

But his situation was getting worse and worse now, with all kinds of symptoms and illnesses plaguing him, requiring constant medication to alleviate.

However.

His house had been mortgaged and foreclosed by the bank.

His veteran's allowance had been given to drug dealers, all exchanged for painkillers.

Since leaving Militech, he had no way to replace or upgrade the implants in his body. The experimental implants installed earlier made him suffer terribly, yet he couldn't remove them.

After all, a disabled person without all four limbs would simply freeze or starve to death on the streets of Night City.

Maine could hear the anxiety in his voice, and the position was indeed too crude, not much different from the nests built by homeless people scavenging for garbage.

He continued to patiently explain, "I'm a mercenary, you know the rules of this business. I'm only responsible for taking commissions, not questioning the middleman's motives. But I can assure you, the client is not Militech, and they want to keep you alive."

Marcello also knew Maine was telling the truth. If they wanted to get serious, there was no need to drive up to him like this.

He was just a homeless vagrant who had lost his hands and feet on the battlefield, barely surviving by doing some junk work.

Even if Maine didn't come, he might drop dead on the streets one day before Militech could find him.

He gradually relaxed his guard a bit, deciding to have a proper talk with Maine.

"Come over."

Marcello was originally lying prone on a shipping container, aiming his sniper rifle. After he agreed to let Maine approach, he threw off the camouflage cloth covering him, picked up the sniper rifle, and jumped down.

Maine signaled to Dorio behind him to get out of the car as well, but heard Marcello shout to stop them.

"No no no! Only you can come over, not her!"

Seeing that there were two of them, Marcello aimed the muzzle of his sniper rifle at Maine again as a precaution.

Maine indicated for Dorio to get back in the car.

Dorio glanced at Maine, then at Marcello, telling Maine to be careful on his own, and sat back in the passenger seat.

Following Marcello's instructions, Maine walked forward alone with his hands spread out.

As he got closer and closer, Maine gradually got a clear view of what Marcello was wearing and what he looked like.

Marcello was barefoot, clutching his sniper rifle tightly, wearing a sleeveless jacket that exposed two orange-yellow cybernetic arms. His left leg had a very obvious modified splicing scar at the knee.

What attracted Maine's attention the most were Marcello's eyes, which were fitted with cybernetic eye implants that glowed red, as if reading something.

On his bald head were also unknown metal spikes, like a cerebral sensory enhancement device.

The mechanical implants made his skin look somewhat black, like symptoms of metal poisoning.

These combat implants successfully assisted Marcello in becoming a formidable sniper.

Seeing the other party's methods and the intensity of his implant modifications, Maine found it a bit incomprehensible how Marcello could end up living like this, relying only on picking up garbage and rummaging through boxes to survive.

Marcello held up his gun threateningly at Maine, "You better behave yourself. Tell me, what exactly do you want? I don't believe your bullshit if you don't explain clearly."

Seeing that the other party had not let down his guard, Maine had no choice but to patiently change the subject and ask, "What's going on with you? With such good marksmanship, you shouldn't be living on the streets. There must be plenty of work waiting for you."

Marcello replied helplessly, "What fucking use is good marksmanship? I'm screwed by these implants now. Do you know what post-traumatic stress disorder syndrome is?"

"I don't even know what the hell this disease is. Anyway, those people refuse to work with me, insisting I'm sick!"

"I went to the drug dealers and bought a lot of medicine, originally thinking it could cure me. Later I found out this piece of shit illness can't be cured at all."

"Now it's great. If I don't take the medicine for a day, I get splitting headaches and thirst like I'm about to explode!"

"Can you fucking understand that feeling, huh?"

Marcello was getting more and more agitated, recalling these things made him extremely emotional.

He couldn't help pacing back and forth, then slapping his own head hard with his palm.

"Fuck! It's coming again! It's fucking coming again!"

"My head is about to explode. I have to take the medicine, and it has to be now, immediately, right away!"

"Did you fucking bring any medicine or not?!"

Marcello impatiently questioned Maine, his sniper rifle shaking in his hands, as if he could barely hold onto it, looking for all the world like a junkie having an episode.

Seeing this, Maine felt a deep sense of empathy.

The suffering Marcello was experiencing now was exactly the same as what he himself felt.

Headaches, thirst, unbearable itching and pain, extremely irritable or apathetic moods, craving certain drugs to suppress and relieve the symptoms.

These were signs of cyberpsychosis. If this continued, he would become the next cyberpsycho.

Cold sweat broke out on Maine's forehead as he couldn't help but think of that dream, where he seemed to have also fallen into being a cyberpsycho, going on a killing spree.

He realized that he must immediately get Marcello under control. Now was not the time to be polite.

Maine replied in a deep voice, "Don't be in a hurry, I brought suppressants. See if this is it."

Under the other party's watchful eyes, he carefully reached into his pants pocket and took out the soft suppressant spray can he had prepared for daily use.

This was what V had instructed him to use. It was gentler than injecting suppressants directly, but the acute effects would also be less potent.

But when Maine took out the can and handed it to Marcello, it was knocked away by a rifle butt.

"Fuck, this isn't what I want. This is just trash, useless!"

Maine moved swiftly, taking the opportunity to step forward, grabbing Marcello's wrist tightly, then yanking hard, subduing Marcello and pressing him firmly to the ground, unable to move.

"Are you crazy? This is a suppressant!"

Marcello struggled frantically, "No, what they sold me wasn't this stuff! Fuck! Let me go!"

Maine could tell that what this guy had bought from the drug dealers was not suppressants at all, but some other anesthetic stuff.

He could only press his knee down hard on Marcello to prevent him from breaking free, then find an opportunity to take him away.

Marcello's struggles had no effect at all, and his furious tone gradually turned into pleading.

"Please, please give me some medicine..."

"My head hurts so much!"

"To buy medicine, I mortgaged my house to the bank and spent all my retirement benefits, but it can't cure my illness at all!"

Maine did feel a bit sorry for him. First he was exploited by the company, then he was tricked by drug dealers and got hooked on strange things.

Now he had been cheated out of everything and was left with only a body full of problems.

Having reached this point today, Marcello's life was completely ruined, with no hope in sight at all.

Just as Maine was about to call Dorio to drive the car over and forcibly take Marcello away, he heard the sound of wild beast engines roaring from the other end of the bridge, interspersed with gunshots.

Dorio was the first to shout, "Maine! It's Falco!"

Maine looked up and saw puffs of exhaust smoke rising from the cars in the direction they had come from on the other side of the bridge.

In the lead was a brown modified pickup truck, driven by none other than the veteran driver Falco, whose thick eyebrows and big beard were highly recognizable.

How could Falco and the others make such a big commotion?

When Maine looked more closely, he saw that behind Falco's car were a number of SUVs.

A line of five or six SUVs were chasing Falco, speeding towards Maine's location.

These SUVs were pink, blue, purple, green, each one more flamboyant than the last.

The most eye-catching thing was that each car had a large Animal gang logo printed on the hood.

"Damn it!"

Maine frowned. He hadn't expected the Animal gang to catch up so quickly and run into Falco and the others on the way.

Dorio looked at the convoy and shouted again, "Maine, the Animals are catching up too. Those damn guys are in hot pursuit!"

The Animal gang's convoy drew closer and closer, crashing through all sorts of garbage roadblocks along the way, in relentless pursuit.

The muscular thugs of the Animal gang in the cars all poked their heads out, guns in hand, wildly strafing the brown pickup truck ahead.

Falco carefully maneuvered the pickup truck and finally reached the destination, only to have the Animal gang tailing him.

In the back of the truck, Rebecca held two guns and tried to push the door open several times to have it out with the Animal gang, but was stopped by Kiwi each time.

Kiwi held Rebecca back and said calmly, "Now is not the time to show off. Let's meet up with Maine and the others first!"

Although Rebecca was very unwilling, she still cursed, "Those damn brainless muscle heads, I'm going to blow their heads off!"

Kiwi also felt helpless. The Animal gang believed in genetic drug enhancement, injecting various cholesterols and hormones to enhance their physiques. They had few or no implants on their bodies, making it difficult to use hacking methods to invade them.

Lucy sat quietly on the other side, not expressing any opinion. From the beginning, this mission was not a hacker's forte, so she remained silent and observed the situation.

But now it seemed that the Animal gang had an overwhelming advantage in both firepower and numbers.

Rebecca angrily said, "If only Pilar were here. Who knows what the hell he's doing out there!"

If Pilar were present, he could have easily cleared the field with high-explosive grenades, and they wouldn't be chased and crushed by the Animal gang like this.

Outside the car, bullets hit the doors and windows, making a crackling sound.

Those Animal gang members were banging on the car doors and shouting nonstop.

"Oho! Kill those bastards!"

"Brothers, charge! Let them taste the might of the Animal gang!"

"Haha, don't anyone fight me for first place. Watch me send them to heaven with one RPG shot!"

"Wait for me, let's have a contest?"

"Charge, charge, charge! Let's see whose shells are big and accurate!"

The Animal gang members shouted as they shouldered an RPG launcher and climbed out through the car's sunroof.

Five cars side by side, a total of five rocket launchers aimed at the front.

Falco saw the situation behind him through the electronic rearview mirror and shouted.

"Everyone hold on tight!"

At this moment.

Maine also saw the Animal gang raise their rocket launchers and hurriedly roared, "Dorio, come here quickly!"

Dorio didn't even bother with the vehicle and directly jumped out of the car, vaulting over the hood and sprinting towards Maine's location.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Five rockets trailing long tails of flame flew out and exploded on the bridge, kicking up black smoke.

Falco tried his best to turn the car in a drift, avoiding a shell chasing after him. The car's powerful inertia caused it to flip over, crashing into a few roadblocks in a crooked manner, but fortunately it stabilized and started driving in reverse, although affected by the bomb blast, it was not badly damaged.

Of the remaining four shells, two hit their targets, striking Maine's purple modified car, directly blowing it into the air, where it tumbled a couple of times before crashing to the ground.

The other two shells went astray, landing not far behind Dorio, and the huge blast shockwave rushed towards him.

Dorio was shaken by the shockwave and fell forward, rolling to land safely, then took cover behind a shipping container, panting heavily.

Seeing Maine's tense expression, she nodded to indicate she was unharmed.

Maine also wasted no time, directly dragging Marcello to hide behind another shipping container to avoid being hit by shells.

Falco maneuvered the vehicle, reversing into the position, and stopped with an emergency brake, using the car body to block the gap in the position and prevent the Animal gang from rushing in.

Rebecca and the others quickly jumped out of the car, each finding cover to hide behind, preparing to launch a counterattack.

Kiwi and Lucy leaned back against a metal crate and immediately transmitted a message asking, "Did you find the target?"

Maine responded, "Marcello, already in my hands. Now we need to find a way to break out of here."

Rebecca crouched next to Dorio, her eyes blazing, and said loudly, "Kill all those bastards and then we'll get out of here!"

Falco also jumped out of the car and found the nearest cover to hide.

Normally, Falco's job was to drive, but today he probably couldn't drive away. This car would have to serve as the first line of defense.

After the explosion, the billowing thick smoke dissipated, and the Animal gang's convoy approached the bridgehead position, with a dozen SUVs pulling up one after another.

Soon, one muscular thug after another jumped out of the SUVs, some carrying heavy machine guns, some with rocket launchers on their shoulders.

At the same time, Maine seized the opportunity. He raised his arm cannon, aimed at the clustered Animals gang members, and fired a small bomb.

After doing this, he brushed past a few stray bullets and instantly arrived behind the shipping container where Kiwi was.

A huge explosion sounded from the Animals gang's direction. Four or five Animals gang thugs were blown into bloody pulp, splattering everywhere.

Although he only activated it once, Maine felt all the implants in his body entering a high temperature state. His biological circulation system enhanced heat dissipation to drive the excess heat away from his body.

Maine was sweating profusely. He said, panting heavily, "It's up to you now. I'll rest for a bit more and try to take down the Animals gang within two rounds!"

Kiwi grabbed hold of Marcello and subdued him on the ground so he couldn't move.

"Lucy."

Lucy immediately understood. The red light circles in her optics rotated as she began to invade Marcello's ICE, then overloaded his cyberware, causing him to fall unconscious.

Only then did Kiwi let go. She then stopped Maine.

"Maine, calm down and think of another way."

Maine's reckless use of the military-grade Sandevistan would be too heavy a burden for him if used three times in a row.

But the situation was already pressing. At this rate, everyone would eventually be wiped out by the Animals gang's heavy firepower.

Maine indeed felt that using the Sandevistan came at too high a cost. He could only hide temporarily and wait for his cyberware to cool down a bit before assessing the situation.

The Animals gang, having been bombed by Maine, became even more enraged. They raised their guns with even more abundant firepower. A few more burly men carrying machine guns got out of the SUV to join the fight.

At this point, Rebecca and Dorio, who were in the shipping container closest to the Animals gang, were under the most intense bombardment.

Rebecca really couldn't stand this anymore. She tried to break free from Dorio, wanting to fight fire with fire against the other side.

But Dorio's strong arms held her tightly. No matter how much Rebecca kicked her fat legs, she couldn't break free.

"Rebecca, wait a bit longer!"

Rebecca roared, "Can't wait, this shitty place can't hold out much longer!"

It looked like the shipping container they were in was about to give way, about to be penetrated by the powerful firepower.

Maine had no choice but to forcibly activate the Sandevistan again. He instantly moved over, his left hand grabbing Rebecca and right arm wrapping around Dorio, moving at top speed to leave this place and hide in a larger shipping container further back.

In the urgency of the moment, Maine was forced to activate the Sandevistan again.

The three had just left when the previous shipping container shattered into pieces. A moment later and they would have met the same shattered fate.

Before Maine could temporarily catch his breath, an intense burning sensation rose from the base of his spine, shooting straight to the back of his head.

It was like a red-hot long needle piercing into his spinal cord through the cerebellum, so painful that Maine fell to his knees, unable to straighten his waist.

He gasped heavily, covered in sweat, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Damn it..."

Because his other supporting cyberware couldn't keep up with the power required by the neural operating system chip, the load was clearly overweight, like a pony struggling to pull a large cart.

Seeing this, Dorio quickly pulled out the flexible inhibitor from his waist pocket, aimed it at Maine's mouth and nose, and pressed the switch. A stream of green gas poured into his nasal and throat passages, bringing a hint of coolness to Maine.

Maine actually knew he could do it. Except for being drenched in sweat, he hadn't even shed a drop of nosebleed yet.

The severe pain was related to his neuritis. With his physique, he could still hold on for two or even three more rounds.

But his sub-optimal state made him unable to bear the agony of the pain nerves burning.

Seeing that one bottle didn't seem to be enough for him, Dorio quickly took out another bottle and covered it. The acute effects of the flexible inhibitor were indeed no match for liquid injection.

Maine took four bottles in a row before he felt a little better, and the burning sensation in his back began to gradually subside.

Dorio asked anxiously, "Maine, can you still hold on?"

Maine struggled to support himself and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Much better. We can't let the Animals gang suppress us like this anymore. We have to show them what we're made of first."

Rebecca strongly agreed with Maine's words. She picked up her two guns and said, "Maine, you rest first. I'll go meet them. Heh, I'd like to see whose marksmanship is better!"

She poked her body out, firing her two guns in rapid succession. Braving the Animals gang's gunfire, she used her superb marksmanship to kill three people in a row and blew up an RPG rocket launcher, instantly leaving the Animals gang in a flurry.

But the Animals gang had a large number of people, and their offensive became more and more pressing, not giving the two any chance to catch their breath and fight back.

Rebecca's counterattack alone was far from enough. After seeing that Maine was alright, Dorio took out her handgun, hid behind the shipping container, and coordinated with Rebecca to shoot in the direction of the Animals gang.

Poking their heads out at this time could easily get them hit by stray bullets.

But the two were the main firepower of the team and couldn't easily back down.

Falco's brown pickup truck was very sturdy and withstood round after round of strafing, blocking quite a few stray bullets for the position.

Maine caught his breath, also took out his submachine gun, and took advantage of the gaps in the firepower to spray the Animals gang like crazy, followed by another shot from his arm cannon.

The firepower counterattack quickly took effect, and the Animals gang began to scatter to avoid the bullets and shell bombardment.

But they quickly found cover, either behind SUVs or behind roadblocks, and continued to bombard Maine's location.

And so, the situation on both sides began to fall into a stalemate.

Except for the sound of gunfire and shell explosions, almost no other sound could be heard.

In broad daylight, on the quiet broken bridge, a big battle had begun.

At this moment, a Delamain was speeding along the elevated highway, rushing to its destination at top speed.

In the carriage, Gloria tried to call Maine to find out how the situation on site was progressing.

But after several attempts, it showed that the call was not connected.

This meant that Maine might have encountered an extreme situation and had most likely already started a firefight, with no time to spare to answer the phone.

Just as Gloria was making her last attempt, the call finally got through.

She asked anxiously, "Maine, are you guys okay? What's the situation?"

Maine's thick voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with fatigue and weakness.

"It's the Animals gang. We're in a firefight with them now. There are quite a few of them, and they have strong firepower."

Gloria asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Maine gritted his teeth and replied, "We can still hold on, but if we don't take care of the Animals gang, there's no way we can get Marcello out. I've already had Kiwi knock him out."

Gloria: "Hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

Maine was silent for a moment, as if he had already figured out the answer in his heart. He asked, as if to himself, "It's him, isn't it?"

Gloria glanced at Tang Yu beside her and then confirmed, "Yes, it is."

Maine forced a smile and said, "I hope you can hurry. It looks like they're getting reinforcements again, and it looks like it's the 6th Street gang."

Gloria encouraged, "The Valentinos are almost there too. Be sure to keep the target safe, and most importantly, stay alive!"

Maine responded with a dull sound and ended the communication.

Gloria immediately informed them of the situation on the ground. The Animals gang had already started fighting with Maine's team.

The 6th Street gang also seemed to be in position soon. Under the pressure of two powerful forces, Maine and the others were almost unable to hold out.

Tang Yu didn't know how Jackie's preparations were going. If they couldn't stop the 6th Street gang in time, they could only rely on Maine to hold out a little longer.

Tang Yu directly ordered, "Old Delamain, activate combat mode. Don't be wishy-washy. There's going to be a big battle soon, so don't mess up."

The Delamain mechanically replied, "Combat mode activated. Please remain calm. The windows and doors have been upgraded with bulletproof enhancements, and the vehicle weapons are ready. However, Delamain has not detected any dangerous situations."

Tang Yu said, "That's because you're driving too slowly to catch up with the hot stuff."

The Delamain politely replied, "Customer feedback has been recorded. Delamain will strive to provide you with better service."

At this moment, Maine and the others had been forced into a desperate situation. Behind them was a hundred-meter-high broken bridge, and in front of them, they were suppressed by the Animals gang's firepower.

What was even more annoying was that the 6th Street gang's vehicles were already approaching in the distance.

Kiwi asked Maine, "Do we have any more support? If not, we need to prepare to fight it out early."

Maine replied while shooting, "They said the Valentinos are going to step in, but I don't know if they've arrived yet."

Kiwi analyzed seriously, "If the 6th Street gang gets involved, it's very likely that the Valentinos will also make a move."

Maine said helplessly, "Now is not the time to count on that."

With that said, his eyes gradually became solemn. He was going to activate the Sandevistan again, but he needed Kiwi's help to stabilize the neural network disorder to prevent any accidents.

"Kiwi, there's only one way now."

Kiwi immediately understood Maine's intention, but using the Sandevistan again would cause irreversible damage.

She tried to persuade him, "I suggest waiting a little longer."

Just as Maine was preparing, the 6th Street gang's convoy in the distance seemed to be intercepted.

A convoy merged from another elevated bridge and crashed straight into the 6th Street gang's convoy.

The military camouflage SUV convoy was heavily hit by the gold-plated and silver-modified car convoy, and three of the 6th Street gang's cars were overturned.

Jackie picked up his rifle, poked out of the car window, and opened fire on the 6th Street gang's SUVs.

"Motherfuckers, you dare to stir up trouble here?!"

"You 6th Street gang morons, you're clearly a bunch of troublemakers."

The two gangs clashed on the elevated bridge, stopping their cars and starting to shoot at each other.

More than a dozen vehicles on the bridge were jammed together, blocking the road.

Dorio transmitted wirelessly, "It's the Valentinos. They're fighting with the 6th Street gang at the bridge intersection."

Only then did Maine feel a little relieved. Now they only needed to focus on dealing with the Animals gang bastards. Activating the Sandevistan to slaughter them would be more certain.

Dorio seemed to guess his thoughts and sternly warned, "Maine, you are not allowed to use the Sandevistan ability again. Today has been enough. We can fight our way out."

Rebecca's two guns had already emptied several magazines but were still exchanging fire with the Animals gang, blowing up several people's heads in a row.

The Animals gang quickly noticed Rebecca's firepower point and increased their suppression of her.

Maine, Dorio, and Rebecca were all hiding behind a shipping container, which was completely unfavorable for them to exert themselves.

Rebecca leaped out, narrowly avoiding the hail of bullets, and hid behind a concrete stone pillar. She seized the opportunity to strike at the Animals gang like crazy, taking down two more burly men in one shot.

The other side didn't have implanted cyberware and didn't even have basic subdermal armor or bulletproof vests. It was really one shot, one kill.

The Animals gang also realized that Rebecca's marksmanship was precise, so they simply raised the rocket launchers again to coordinate the bombardment.

Although it didn't directly hit Rebecca, the scattered black smoke smudged her face.

"Damn it!"

The Animals gang was in a fierce battle against Maine's team, while the 6th Street gang was in a melee with the Valentino gang. Both sides were in a stalemate, fighting to a draw.

Jackie, who was in the midst of the battle, suddenly received a call from Tang Yu. He retracted his gun and hid behind the car.

He answered the call.

Jackie: "Oh, hermano (brother), why are you calling at this hour? We're already fighting with the 6th Street gang brats."

Tang Yu said directly, "Tell the Valentinos to get out of the way. Old Delamain is about to unleash his power."

Jackie said in surprise, "Old Delamain? You got a Delamain, and it's a combat version? Believe me, he can really take down an Arasaka ninja army."

Tang Yu replied, "Be quick about it. Old Delamain says he'll show you what he's made of."

Jackie replied that he understood and quickly called out to the Valentino brothers to get in their cars and retreat directly to make way.

"Our mission is done. Now watch Old Delamain's performance. Hurry up and clear the stage. Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

Although the others were puzzled, they still followed Jackie's call, shooting while retreating into their cars, starting their engines and beginning to pull back.

The 6th Street gang saw them withdraw and didn't continue the pursuit. Their mission was to capture Marcello, not to fight a messy battle with the Valentinos.

In fact, they were suddenly ambushed by the Valentinos halfway, which was completely unexpected.

When Jackie led the Valentinos back the way they came, he saw a black Delamain speeding over from the other end, with the headlights also replaced by heavy machine guns and four shells rising from the hood.

Jackie exclaimed, "Holy shit, Old Delamain is really getting serious. How much capital has been invested in this?"

Tang Yu sat steadily in the carriage, watching the Delamain charge straight towards the 6th Street gang's convoy, ready to enjoy a brilliant fireworks show.

It was also Gloria's first time riding in a Delamain special vehicle and experiencing Old Delamain's combat mode. She didn't know what the outcome would be.

But since Tang Yu was so confident, Old Delamain's combat mode was clearly not to be underestimated.

The Delamain politely reminded, "Obstacles detected ahead on the road. Friendly reminder, please fasten your seat belts and prepare for impact!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four vehicle-mounted missiles were instantly launched.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

They crashed heavily into the 6th Street gang's vehicles, instantly triggering a violent explosion that shook the entire elevated bridge.

The cars blocking the road were also flipped over, spinning in the air before falling by the roadside, engulfed in raging flames.

More than a dozen 6th Street gang members were instantly swallowed by the blaze, with casualties everywhere, not even having time to let out a scream.

Then, the Delamain's two machine guns began to spray wildly.

The hail of bullets swept through all the vehicle obstacles in front.

The remaining 6th Street gang members all covered their heads and immediately fled to the roadside to hide.

The Delamain special vehicle charged through, breaking through the 6th Street gang's obstacles and racing towards the end of the broken bridge.

The Animals gang noticed the abnormality behind them and quickly turned their guns to aim at the Delamain special vehicle.

The black Delamain special vehicle charged forward through the hail of bullets.

Bullet after bullet struck the Delamain's body, sparking flames and leaving marks everywhere. The entire body seemed to be receiving a baptism of bullets.

As the Animals gang turned their firepower, the pressure on Maine and the others was instantly reduced by a lot.

But they also couldn't continue to coordinate a pincer attack on the Animals gang because their ammunition was completely exhausted.

Rebecca was panting, tightly gripping her two guns, the barrels already scorching hot and smoking.

She saw with her own eyes that the black Delamain, with its terrifying firepower, blasted and swept away everything. From the looks of it, it should be coming to support them.

But now that she was out of bullets, she could only watch the Animals gang continue to shoot at the distant Delamain.

"You're lucky, you bastards!"

Kiwi took advantage of the firepower gap to poke her head out and scout, discovering that a black Delamain had overturned the 6th Street gang's convoy