"What should I do?"
Berry in Hive Tower was caught in a dilemma.
The battle in Kabuki had truly reached a white-hot stage, and any mistake would lead to failure.
But the problem was, Berry had to decide which side the reserve force would support.
The reserve force of over fifty people, not yet committed to the battlefield, was waiting with difficulty to join the fight at this critical moment and deliver the final blow.
But the problem was, both the bridge and the front line were currently deadlocked and in need of support.
So, which side the reserve force would support at this moment was undoubtedly the turning point.
The battlefield situation was changing every minute and every second; Berry knew she should have made a decision earlier.
Her pupils darted around, her knuckles white from gripping the edge of the table; Berry was undoubtedly caught in absolute indecision.
"Berry, are you listening?"
Before she could make a final decision, a hurried shout on the communication channel brought her back to her senses.
The voice was Jackie's.
"We can't hold on much longer. The Tyger Claws are acting like they've gone mad. Three firing positions have already lost contact in this short time."
"We need backup, Berry, think of something!"
Amidst the shouting, the surrounding gunfire was clearly audible. Just by listening, one could tell how critical the situation on the frontline had become.
Under Jotaro's desperate efforts, the Tyger Claws' fighting style also seemed to become reckless, posing a real threat to the defense line.
In a typical street dogfight, eighty percent of the action is suppressive fire—everyone just blindly fires their weapons. On average, it takes hundreds of rounds to take down one person.
But there are usually exceptions. When one side genuinely gets enraged and charges through the gunfire, the casualty numbers immediately soar.
The numerical disadvantage of the Hive was exposed at this moment; they couldn't withstand the now desperate Tyger Claws.
"I understand, Jackie, hold on, reinforcements will be there soon!"
Berry gritted her teeth and made a decision.
There was no other choice.
Given the current situation, she could only place her hope in V.
Subconsciously, in this perilous environment, she tended to trust that trace of blue in her heart.
V could resolve the battle on the bridge by herself.
"V, please!"
"I can only trust you now!"
"Hold on a little longer. As soon as the Reserve Unit reverses the frontline's decline, they will immediately come to support you."
Berry shouted helplessly into the comm channel.
Two seconds later, a response came through the comm channel.
"I understand."
"Berry, it's fine. I will buy you as much time as you need."
V's voice was calm and clear; Berry could hear it distinctly even amidst the howling wind and gunfire from the other side.
Good.
Berry clenched her jaw.
Now was the decisive moment.
"Reserve Unit, attack!"
...The Reserve Unit consisted of fifty people.
Their leader was precisely Berry's alias, "Samurai" Akechi Mitsuhide.
Mitsuhide was seen wearing the Red Battle Armor, which he rarely used, tonight. His entire face was hidden behind the Demonic Mask attached to the helmet.
His eyes were closed, as if deep in thought.
But suddenly, his bright eyes snapped open.
Epic Chassis, "Samurai" Akechi Mitsuhide, activated!
Drawing his blade, the Jue, which shone with a clear, white luster, sparkled even brighter under the moonlight.
The Reserve Unit members, who had waited impatiently, were first startled by Mitsuhide's sudden movement, but then their faces were filled with excitement.
At this moment, this could only signify one thing.
"Mitsuhide, in which direction are the enemies we are attacking?"
The Mercenaries gripped their weapons; waiting while their comrades fought on the battlefield was undoubtedly a form of torture. They were extremely excited and eager to finally join the fight.
"The enemy."
Mitsuhide pointed his long blade north.
"The enemy is in Kabuki!"
"The enemy is in Kabuki!"
"Attack!"
"Roar!!!"
At three o'clock in the morning.
The Reserve Unit, previously unmoving as a mountain, finally moved.
Their target was straight toward the Kabuki defense line... At the back door of the building, two Tyger Claws lay on the ground, leather pants and boots visible.
Holding the silver, liquid-metal-like Malorian Pistol, Johnny Silverhand took off his sunglasses.
The target for assassination was inside this building.
Success seemed only a step away.
But at this moment, Johnny felt even more vigilant internally. He couldn't forget that last time he had fallen at a similar juncture.
Briefly recalling his infiltration experience.
Everything went smoothly.
The Tyger Claws never imagined someone could circle the Outer Sea and dive into Westbrook District.
Since this current body wasn't flesh and blood, Johnny's experience swimming across the sea was actually quite good.
He didn't pass out from the stench of the polluted water or have his skin corrode from toxins.
Aside from finding a used condom stuck to his face when he landed, everything else was acceptable.
Dropping his cigarette butt and stepping on it, Johnny walked into the building.
Optical Camouflage activated, and his figure vanished once again into the night air.
"What?! You can't break through the enemy's defense line, you bunch of incompetents! Use your damn brains, or I'll cripple him."
"How's the bridge? Still stalemated? Damn it, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!"
Jotaro paced around the room, his hair messy, constantly yelling and shouting as he walked, looking exactly like a clown performing a solo act.
Unfortunately, none of the guards present dared to laugh.
Judging by the shattered porcelain and glass cups littering the floor, Jotaro was furious. If anyone dared to laugh, the best outcome would be being tied to cement and dumped into the sea. For the worst outcome, just look at the glass shards on the ground.
The door was violently thrown open, and a Tyger Claw rushed in, looking panicked.
"Boss, this is bad! Two brothers downstairs are dead. Someone is messing with us in the shadows!"
"What!?"
Jotaro questioned incredulously. Not only was there trouble on the battlefield, but now chaos was breaking out on his own turf?
Jotaro immediately suspected that old dog Bukit was behind it.
As for the Hive's people, that didn't even cross his mind immediately.
Causing trouble silently within Westbrook District, the Tyger Claws' territory.
Night City didn't have Mercenaries that skilled yet.
Only internal gang members familiar with the routes could pull off such a trick.
Jotaro suspected the other three high-ranking members.
"Did surveillance catch what happened?"
"No, that was a blind spot. We only discovered the dead brothers by accident."
"Damn it..."
Jotaro cursed angrily.
Could the guy who took out the guards outside the building already be inside?
There was an enemy inside the building.
Damn it, they couldn't be here to take his life, could they?
Jotaro thought for a long time about what in the building was worth attacking, only finally realizing it must be himself.
"Quickly tell everyone in the building to start searching. Don't miss a single corner. Drag that rat who infiltrated the building out for me."
The situation was urgent, and Jotaro no longer had the time to curse at his subordinates.
The Tyger Claws hurried away upon receiving the order, but no one noticed that an invisible, Unwelcome Guest had appeared in the room just as the messenger Tyger Claw rushed in.
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