[Sergeant Morton: Remember that son of a bitch, Will Cannon? You killed him, and I went after the idiots who planned to team up with him. A few got away by accident.]
[They somehow found a bunch of mercenaries. They're good, too. They ambushed my people while they were out collecting protection money and killed more than a dozen of my guys.]
[That's not all. There are two warehouses on Martin Luther King Boulevard and Brandon Street. One belongs to me, and the other belongs to some company or other.]
[We're protecting that one, too!]
[We can't keep doing business unless we take out those bastards. They're robbing people under the Sixth Street flag! They say everyone should pay protection money to them from now on. Does that make any sense?!]
[I'm here right now, so get your asses over here! I can barely keep them surrounded!]
[Address: Dewdrop Inn (Martin Luther King Boulevard)]
"So that's what it means to work for yourself?"
Inside the car, Jackie was putting on his Fists. An automated arm reached out from the back seat and connected the equipment to his Cyberware system.
The car moved smoothly under Little Octopus's control as Lier continued calibrating the equipment.
In a world that depended on gear, checking your equipment before every job was a good habit.
"Nobody wants Soviet Petrochem entering Night City, but nobody wants a corporate war, either.
Petrochem was in the wrong, so they let a bunch of mercenaries in. A corporate war won't happen, but they can still start a gang war.
By using violence to take control of the city's lower classes and make them use their rules and equipment, they've made their first step toward setting up shop here.
But don't forget, we've already put the Sixth Street Gang through