"Hey, stop wandering around. Over here."
It was Panam Palmer's voice.
Only after this reminder did Mitsuhide see Panam Palmer leaning against a vehicle in the shadow of an RV.
Panam Palmer, who had been in a bad mood and intended to keep a straight face, immediately broke character upon thinking of Mitsuhide's silly, wandering appearance just now, lowering her head and giggling.
"Well, what a coincidence, Panam Palmer. I ran into you even in a Nomad camp."
Mitsuhide wasn't stupid; he naturally knew what the girl was laughing at.
He instantly felt embarrassed and quickly tried to find a topic to skip this part of the conversation.
"Get out of here, you're hilarious, Mitsuhide."
Panam Palmer covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed for a while before gradually calming down.
The contrast between Mitsuhide in battle and Mitsuhide in everyday life was too great, which Panam Palmer always found amusing.
"Hey, tell me, will you help me with the thing I mentioned earlier?"
Panam Palmer couldn't help but speak, looking at Mitsuhide, who was standing there like a wooden post.
The tribe members were timid and afraid to take risks, but she didn't believe Mitsuhide, who was so skilled with blades, would also refuse.
"Hmm, that depends on your offer. After all, you know people like us charge by the job."
Mitsuhide folded his arms and thought for a moment. Just when Panam Palmer was curious about what he was pondering, Mitsuhide spoke.
The first thing he talked about was money.
"Go to hell, Mitsuhide."
Panam Palmer flipped Mitsuhide the middle finger.
"Forget it. Anyway, they still don't realize that you can't survive in Night City by being a coward, so my idea is a bust."
Panam Palmer looked forlorn as she thought about the situation.
Clearly, she was very dissatisfied with the current stagnant state of the camp.
"In any case, thank you for coming all this way, Mitsuhide."
"It looks like you came here for nothing this time."
"It's fine, it wasn't a wasted trip."
Mitsuhide confirmed confidently, thinking of the armor he was having repaired.
In short, that was the end of it.
Mitsuhide had traveled all the way to the Aldecaldos just to get his armor repaired.
Putting everything else aside, Berry was at least very happy that she got the maintenance for free... Time flew by quickly.
Berry originally intended to say this.
But in reality, only a few days had passed.
On a night when the moon was high and the wind was fierce.
A black-painted av traversed the wasteland sky like a Phantom.
This av, narrow at the front and back, equipped with bulletproof plates and armor, was a Militech Manticore armed av.
Its advantages were silence and speed, making it suitable for stealth operations.
The Hive's current strongest fire team, the "Phantom" Super Soldier Squad, was aboard this av.
This military-grade av was naturally not purchased by Berry.
Moreover, this kind of item wasn't something you could buy just because you wanted to.
It was temporarily sponsored by Night Corp.
After all, this was a joint operation between the Hive and Night Corp.
That's right, the target this time was Biotechnica's Secret Laboratory located outside the city.
Berry had had enough of the red tape.
It was time for revenge.
"This mission must be covert and fast, just like how V usually trains you."
"I will maintain contact with you via encrypted channels, but on the battlefield, V's orders take precedence. Understood?"
Berry's main body was currently far away in the Hive Tower.
But that didn't prevent her from performing remote command from the backend.
"Alright, Number 8, Number 9, did you hear that?"
"This mission is the same as your regular training. I trust you've read the mission brief. While you still have the chance, do you have any questions?"
The three members of the Phantom Squad were fully armed, their entire bodies encased in armor. Clearly, Berry was determined to succeed this time.
Moer and Jessica had no questions for V.
Or rather, it was already too late to have questions.
Due to the need for secrecy.
They only learned an hour before the operation that they were going to deal with Biotechnica.
Moer was fine; this kind of special operation between corporations was already routine for her, a former Militech Agent.
But this was tough on Jessica.
She had a belly full of grievances with nowhere to vent.
Good heavens, she was just a loan shark. How could she possibly go to war with a corporation?
So now, she could only lower her head in the av, praying with sincere piety to a God she had never donated a cent to.
As for whether it would work.
Don't shatter the illusion.
Don't even ask.
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