[TN: Im back mother fucker and with me I brought 3 chapters so you're welcome]
"News 54."
"Breaking News: A fierce gunfight is unfolding on Bellevue Overpass in the Kabuki district as numerous Arasaka military drones swarm the area."
"Gunmen armed with heavy firepower have turned the locale into a warzone."
"WNS News."
"Breaking News: A terrorist attack is underway near Bellevue Overpass. Armed individuals wielding high-grade weaponry have targeted Arasaka corporate assets."
"NCPD has begun locking down the Kabuki district."
"Reliable sources claim Arasaka is launching a mechanized assault on a group that allegedly possesses corruption evidence involving the corporation and NCPD."
"NCPD has dispatched reinforcements to Japantown and Kabuki while sealing off H8 Megabuilding."
"Earlier investigations revealed that H8 Megabuilding is controlled by the Tyger Claw gang. Could this tie into today's events?"
"Terrorists have inflicted severe damage on corporate and municipal property."
"The group is suspected to be responsible for the recent chaos at Corporate Plaza and City Hall. Their current goal appears to be an attack on H8 Megabuilding, intending to incite widespread unrest."
"NCPD Deputy Chief James Teal stated: 'Such acts of crime are intolerable. We thank Arasaka for providing riot suppression support.'"
"An anonymous source has provided substantial evidence claiming that H8 Megabuilding houses victims of human trafficking, forced into illegal servitude for city officials and corporate executives."
"The origins of these trafficking victims seem linked to a string of kidnappings in Japantown, Kabuki, and Westbrook."
"Mayoral Candidate Jefferson Peralez commented: 'This incident exposes the current administration's incompetence and corruption. If NCPD cannot protect the city, more chaos is inevitable!'"
"Mayoral Candidate Weldon Holt stated: 'These terrorists are liars. If they truly cared for the city's safety, they'd submit their evidence to authorities for proper investigation. This city will not yield to criminals! The brave NCPD will protect us.'"
"The group in question released a statement online: 'If you have any conscience, step aside. Think of your children, your siblings—anyone could be taken, sold, and subjected to unspeakable horrors in a dark, confined room.'"
"The group also uploaded detailed evidence of a vast human trafficking network to News 54's website."
"Meanwhile, they issued a warning: If you stand in our way, you are complicit in the system. Decide who you are protecting."
"The authenticity of the data remains under verification. Any tips regarding the group could earn a reward of up to €$1,000,000 Eddies."
David led his team directly to Elennan Street.
Television screens along the street blared breaking news from every channel, each spinning the story to fit their narrative.
For the first time, David found himself in the crosshairs of these stories. As he stared at the contrasting reports, the truth seemed irrelevant.
What mattered was making people believe in the media's authority.
The street was eerily deserted, every door locked tight. Flickering neon lights cast brief flashes of electricity into the desolate air.
Their destination, the Ho-Oh Nightclub, was hidden in a grimy alley off Elennan Street. A maze of dingy roads and dripping pipes led them to the heart of this squalid den of vice.
Barricades blocked their entry, guarded by two Tyger Claw bouncers. A neon sign on the wall read "Ho-Oh."
What they saw next churned their stomachs: a girl's mutilated body displayed grotesquely on the outer wall. Her eyes had been pinned open, frozen in terror.
"Last truck!" one of the guards shouted as a van rumbled forward. It was clear several vehicles had already departed.
"Stop that van!" David urged.
"Are you crazy?" Maine growled.
[David to Leo]: "Boss, a van's leaving Ho-Oh with people inside. What do we do?"
[Leo]: "If you're not scared to die, handle it. Don't bother me with small stuff."
David clenched his fists. "Boss said to go for it if we dare. I dare."
Maine cocked his pistols. "No one's stopping us, then. Let's hit it!"
The team acted quickly. David and Maine stepped out onto the street, weapons aimed at the van's driver and passenger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets shattered the windshield, killing the driver instantly.
But their shots ignited a hornet's nest.
Tyger Claws opened fire, spraying bullets wildly as more gang members poured into the street.
David and his team darted for cover, exchanging fire with the gang. With their hackers providing overwatch, enemy weapons malfunctioned sporadically, giving them a slim advantage.
Still, the Claws' numbers and firepower were overwhelming. Pinned down, the team resorted to grenades, tossing them indiscriminately into the chaos.
Boom!
Explosions rocked the alley.
But then, the gunfire dwindled—almost eerily so.
"What's going on?" Rebecca muttered, peeking out cautiously.
"Wait," Lucy's voice trembled. "It's not silent. They're... firing at someone else."
Peeking out, they saw him: a man in a red Oni mask, darting between the Tyger Claws with blinding speed.
"Cyberpsycho!" someone yelled.
The masked man turned, his blade gleaming. His cybernetic body moved with inhuman precision, slicing through enemies like paper.
The team froze in terror.
And then he turned to David. The Oni mask loomed closer, his voice sharp:
"Why did you choose to fight, boy? Do you even understand the weight of your choices?"
David couldn't answer. Fear clamped his throat shut.
Before he could react, a second figure emerged—a man with a bandana and a shotgun.
"Scum!!!"
Boom! The shotgun roared, driving the masked psycho into retreat.
"Get out of here!" someone shouted. "They're both cyberpsychos!"
David's team didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled to escape, leaving the battle between monsters behind.