Inside the warehouse of the All Foods Processing Plant, the air still retained the pungent smell of blood and ozone.
The ground was littered with the wreckage of heavy mechs and bits of flesh mixed with machine oil.
Chen Mo stood in the center of the ruins, looking at the various expressions on the faces of the Joker Gang members before him, and casually raised his right hand.
"Now that I've handed over this mess to you, I should at least leave you some useful tools."
The next second, a large amount of thick, dark red substance gushed out from his palm.
The viral material writhed violently in mid-air like boiling magma, emitting a chilling sound of flesh rubbing together.
The members of the Joker Gang were instantly terrified and retreated in panic. Some even collapsed onto the muddy and oil-covered ground, their legs going weak.
"Oh my god! He's not full, is he going to eat us too?!"
"Don't kill me! I eat nutritional supplements every day, my meat tastes terrible, and it even tastes sour!"
Shock and fear spread rapidly through the crowd.
Having just witnessed firsthand how those black and red tentacles tore apart the heavy armor like paper, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit.
Oh no, oh no! Could it be that Chen Mo thinks they're useless and is planning to liquidate the company?
But those tentacles didn't pounce on the crowd; instead, they quickly intertwined and rearranged in mid-air.
Bones materialized out of thin air in the Blacklight, and muscle fibers crisscrossed wildly like a finely crafted loom.
Finally, his ashen skin was covered by a well-tailored black suit.
In just a few seconds, Chen Mo created a living, breathing Thomas Wayne, also known as " Nite Owl," the supreme ruler of Night City.
thump.
Chen Mo casually waved his hand, tossing the Nite Owl clone to the Joker's feet.
"A compromised computer with maximum privileges, and some start-up capital provided. Use it as you see fit."
Chen Mo yawned, speaking casually, "It's just a cheap secondhand toy, nothing to worry about."
The entire underground warehouse fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats, their eyes glued to the face of the man on the ground who held the power of life and death over the entire city.
"Holy crap... is this a real Nite Owl?"
"Nonsense, the authentication light on the access chip is lit up on the back of its neck. It's basically like Nite Owl himself!"
After the silence came a boiling frenzy, like a volcanic eruption.
The members of the Joker Gang went completely mad. They originally thought that surviving today was already a stroke of good luck, but they never expected to rise to the top in one fell swoop.
The enemy's two top leaders, Luthor and Nite Owl, were completely wiped out, and now Nite Owl lay at their feet like a dog, ready to be ordered around at any time.
This means that the entire Night City's defense system, network control, and even the coveted treasuries of those powerful corporations have all been opened to these lowly rats.
That's amazing.
"We're taking off! Guys, we're really taking off!"
A hacker with dreadlocks was trembling with excitement, tears welling up in his eyes. He turned around and pulled a dusty glass bottle from a broken metal box behind him.
"Today is a historic moment! I absolutely have to bring out the treasure I've been hiding for three years!"
He held the bottle of murky liquid high, excitedly shouting to those around him, "This is pure industrial alcohol mixed into a synthetic liquor! I was originally planning to save it for my wedding, even though I don't even have a wife yet! But today, we are the new kings of Night City! Drink this to celebrate our great victory!"
The people around immediately swarmed around, cheering wildly, their faces filled with greed and ecstasy.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot ripped through the noise.
The glass bottle in the dreadlocks hacker's hand shattered with a crack, and murky liquid mixed with glass shards splashed all over his face.
The pungent smell of cheap alcohol instantly filled the air.
The Joker held up a still-smoking pistol, his face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.
The gang members, who had just been cheering, froze instantly, staring at their leader in astonishment.
"Celebrate? What are you bunch of idiots celebrating?"
The Joker's voice was hoarse and angry, like a rusty saw cutting through metal.
"Do you think this is our victory? Do you think you've overthrown these bastards and oppressors?"
He strode forward, grabbed the hacker by the collar, and shoved him violently to the ground.
"Open your dog eyes and use your pig brains to think clearly! All of this is thanks to Mr. Chen! He single-handedly slaughtered the entire heavy armored unit, he killed Luthor, he trampled Nite Owl underfoot, and then left us with the scraps!"
The Joker roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot with extreme rage.
"What are we? We're just a bunch of useless cowards hiding in the gutter, dreaming of an uprising! We don't even deserve to be cannon fodder!"
"Now, the key to liberation is lying on the ground, and you still have the nerve to drink and celebrate here?"
"Get this clone to work right now! Take control of the network, control the defense system, and wipe out the remaining remnants! Anyone who wastes a single second will be shot by me personally!"
The gang members, who had been thoroughly berated, fell silent, their faces pale, and no one dared to utter another word.
They swallowed hard and scattered in a panic.
Some people hurriedly helped the Nite Owl up from the ground, while others quickly took out their portable terminals and started sweating profusely as they tried to connect to the network.
The entire underground warehouse instantly transformed into a high-speed, temporary command center, and the previous smug atmosphere vanished completely.
V stood in the corner, silently watching all of this.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes not showing the joy of about to take over the city, but rather filled with a sense of extreme unease.
She took a deep breath, strode over to the Joker, and lowered her voice.
" Joker... Mr. Chen paved the way too perfectly."
V's voice trembled slightly. "He even created this clone that can completely control the highest authority for us; it's like he's cleaning up the final mess."
Is he... about to leave?
The Joker fell silent.
He glanced at the busy gang members not far away, his grip on the gun tightening slightly, but he didn't answer.
V lowered her head, her mind replaying Chen Mo's arrogant and invincible demeanor, and a strong sense of loss welled up in her heart for no apparent reason.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out behind her without warning.
"That's a very thorough analysis."
V shuddered and abruptly turned around.
Today she was wearing a tight-fitting black tactical leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her powerful waist and hip curves.
Because of the sudden turn and alertness, her body tensed slightly, and her legs were long and powerful.
The taut fabric even accentuated a breathtaking curve, like a female leopard ready to pounce, exuding a wild and dangerous beauty.
Thanks, V, you're very generous.
Chen Mo stood less than half a meter away from her, his gaze sweeping over her graceful figure without restraint.
He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a smug, almost irritating, teasing look.
"What, are you so reluctant to see me go?"