Several bursts of fire caused the Biotechnica security personnel rushing down the corridor with guns to fall to the ground.
In the corridor filled with white light and metal piping, the three, led by V, were advancing rapidly.
Only after passing through that metal door had they truly entered the laboratory complex.
There were many white-coated researchers frantically fleeing after seeing them, as well as plenty of fully armed security personnel wearing grey-green bulletproof vests.
Naturally, the latter group seemed extremely unwelcoming.
As soon as they saw them, they wanted to be crude, like pointing their dark, large guns at the three Girls.
Extremely ungentlemanly.
Of course, the trio sternly rejected such behavior.
And upholding the spirit of the new era women of Night City, they pulled out bigger, more advanced guns and utterly routed them.
"All targets cleared. We're safe."
Jessica lowered her gun. Only corpses remained ahead; there was no need to waste more bullets.
"Are we?"
Moer systematically swapped in a new magazine. If anyone could see her expression through the helmet, they would know things were looking bad.
She was swallowing noticeably more often, her pupils were dilated, her body movements hadn't stopped, and she was clearly caught in a strange state of excitement.
The spraying blood had excited Moer.
She was enjoying the thrill that combat brought her.
This feeling was similar to getting several shots of morphine.
Her heart pounded, and everything around her seemed magnified.
Shaking her head, Moer clenched her fists and walked toward a nearby medical cabinet, even though there wasn't a living soul left around.
"I doubt it."
Just as V was about to step forward to stop her, Moer smashed the glass cabinet door with a punch and instantly pulled out a person in a white coat from amidst the broken shards.
"Wait, wait, don't shoot, I don't have any weapons on me!"
The glasses-wearing researcher was so terrified he nearly wet himself when he was pulled out, shaking like a sieve while holding his hands up in Moer's grip.
Or perhaps, he had already wet himself.
Clearly, he hadn't expected to be found even after hiding in here.
Unfortunately, Moer, eager to find someone to kill, keenly noticed the barely perceptible movement signal on her helmet display.
"Say goodbye to this world, little mouse."
"Enjoy your last breath of oxygen in this world, because I'm going to pull the trigger and blow your brains out."
Moer clearly had no intention of letting this poor guy go; she held him up with one hand, shaking him like a rag doll.
Then, the gun was pressed against the poor guy's forehead.
"Moer..."
Ignoring the researcher, whose face was as white as paper and who was shaking so much his own mother wouldn't recognize him, V knew that Moer didn't intend to actually shoot.
Although they hadn't been together for even a week, V knew that she was a decisive person.
If she truly wanted to kill him, it would just take a pull of the trigger; there was no need for so much nonsense.
"Just trying to relax my nerves."
V walked over, Moer shrugged, and tossed the half-paralyzed researcher onto the ground.
"Simon, is that right?"
The researcher lay on the ground, staring wide-eyed and gasping for breath. V glanced at the name tag on his chest and spoke.
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