Three doctor players and four bodyguard players fell into pools of blood, lifeless, while two survivors had sparks flashing between their brows, twitching. The NPC driver left trembling on the side could only say that living in Night City, things like this are always inevitable.
"What's going on here? Who ordered you guys to do this?"
Placid arrives with his crew, breathing heavily, still struggling to control his temper, though the bulging veins on his clenched fist suggest he'd love to twist someone's head off right now.
"They resisted and even killed several of us."
The gang members are flustered but dare not say they made the first move.
Following Brigitte's orders is one thing, but going against Placid is another. No one among these small fries wants to offend him.
"Brigitte said they were Internet Supervisor agents posing as doctors to trouble us."
Internet Supervisor agents…
