Maybe she wanted to take one last look at this so-called city of dreams before dying. She forced her eyes open, trying to look toward the company plaza, but in the haze, she saw a figure on the opposite overpass.
A person who should have died long ago.
Valerie.
The woman stood on the overpass, coldly watching her die.
No!
No!
No!
The numb nerves were reignited with a surge of anger.
Why should it be me who dies?
Why aren't you dead!
This is not fair!
Albertson wanted to struggle, wanted to open her mouth to tell the agents beside her that the woman on the overpass must be a traitor; otherwise, she couldn't possibly have returned to Night City alive!
Surely this mongrel sold out some secret, which led to the defeat of the Chaotic Blade Association. It must be!
But as she opened her mouth, only the stench of cement rushed in. She wanted to crawl out, but agents on both sides held her head down, forcing her into the cement.
