Will Cannon, second in command of the Six Street Gang.
In Night City, a single year can turn your life upside down, and after two years in a gang?
It’s ti to think about a career change.
He knew the ins and outs of gang affairs, and the money he made was so-so, which made it easy for him to harbor other thoughts, like taking over the position of the boss above him.
Cannon was thinking about this very thing.
Truth be told, he wasn’t exactly clear on the small business between boss Morton and Biotechnology, but he was there when Burger King barged into Aloroy.
To barge into Aloroy and then swagger out, that was a failing of the boss—
The underlings were all watching.
Finally, after two years, and precisely this year, Morton gave him a large piece of turf!
According to the rules within the Six Street Gang, the gang would officially support him, then send him a bunch of new recruits.
He would take his n to "collect taxes," and as long as he handed over a portion to the gang, it was all good.
But before leaving Aloroy, he had already planted a mole by the boss’s side.
Once he had money, with a small sche, the position of gang leader of the Six Street Gang...
... would be in the bag!
Of course, there’s a problem now. The arms dealer and the car modder won’t listen to him; he needs to find an easy target first.
A smirk unconsciously ford on Cannon’s lips: "I laugh at Morton’s lack of foresight..."
"Boss, we’ve arrived."
The car stopped at the curb, and Cannon looked up to see a private "at shop."
The shop’s owner was Tina Alonzo, a top student in Biotechnology, who sohow got ahold of so equipnt and was doing synthetic protein business here—
Black market synthetic protein business.
This was very profitable, considering the demand for at, even synthetic at, was fiercely strong. These synthetic proteins tasted just like real at and were packed with protein too!
Large quantity and stable business, what could be better?
It must be protected.
The car stopped at the roadside, the door to the at shop was ajar, and Cannon started to ssage Tina.
Will Cannon: Tina, it’s ti to pay the protection money.
Tina Arong: I don’t understand what you’re saying. Stop ssaging .
Will Cannon: Oh, but you do understand, you understand all of it.
Will Cannon: Look, you have the skill and the capability, and you make money, which I respect.
Will Cannon: But now it’s ti for you to respect .
Will Cannon: I know about your black market protein business, half of the eateries in Saint Domingo are selling that at of yours, whether it’s One Dollar Chunk or Helper Chicken.
Will Cannon: Really, if I didn’t admire your entrepreneurial spirit, I’d probably say you’re stealing from your own family’s farm.
Will Cannon: I want ninety-five percent.
Tina Arong: I belong to Rui Qi.
Cannon rolled his eyes at this ssage and then looked back at the woman being pointed at with guns by his n—she was also from the Six Street Gang.
Indeed, this was Rui Qi, the previous protector for Tina.
"This woman is quite sentintal, but her sentint ans bad luck for you."
After saying this, Cannon pulled out a handgun, loaded it, and with a look of horror in the woman’s eyes, thrust the barrel into her mouth and shot through her spine.
Bang!
The underlings grimaced, starting to wipe the unidentified fluid off themselves.
After wiping his gun, Cannon continued to text.
Will Cannon: Listen, my dear, this is the situation: Rui Qi is gone, and the old must make way for the new.
Tina Arong: I want fifteen percent, just like when Rui Qi was around.
"Damn!" Cannon slamd hard on the steering wheel, causing the car to tremble, "The damn bitch, ungrateful!"
He made a signal to his n, who pulled out a shotgun from under the seat and cocked it.
Click-clack.
Will Cannon: Tina, I appreciate your business acun, but being greedy isn’t right.
Tina Aglon: Okay then, half it is, half.
Cannon got out of the car and slamd the door violently.
Will Cannon: No, it’s not about money anymore.
Tina Aglon: I’m sorry, I didn’t an to offend you.
Will Cannon: :(
Click-clack.
The shotgun loaded, Cannon and his brothers headed towards the storage warehouse across the street.
Tina nervously peeped out from behind the half-rolled shutter and quickly retracted!
Bang!
That glance nearly blew her head off with a bullet!
"It’s over, it’s all over—" Tina felt as though her blood had frozen, sitting on the ground, at a loss.
She rolled and crawled to the control panel, pressing the control button, and the roller shutter door began to slowly descend—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets hit the roller shutter door, creating exaggerated marks. Soon, the not-so-sturdy door was riddled with bullet holes, the sunlight piercing through the holes and casting into the dim room. Tina, terrified, leaned against the wall, at a loss for what to do.
"...Fuck, blow this shit up!"
Rustling sounds ca from the direction of the storeroom door—it sounded like... soone was placing explosives on it!
Tina’s hands fumbled on the door behind her. It was the ti to run, yet her limbs seed to have a mind of their own, not even managing to open a door!
Boom!
...
"Tell , why do you want a sex chip? Feeling better and already thinking about having a good ti?"
V squinted his eyes, looking at Lille with not-so-good intentions. Lille, oblivious, was busy tuning the electronic defense system on his new car, while also checking for anything out of place.
But Old Captain was quite professional and respectful towards them.
"...It’s for work. The pharmaceutical industry needs to be secretive. You wouldn’t want such a lucrative project to get onto the radar of big corporations and huge criminal gangs, right?
These days, if you want to make it, you have to be tech-savvy, get into industries. You’ll be a 24-hour, dumb-ass rcenary all your life if you keep fighting and killing.
If this deal goes through, you could be lying at ho and collecting money."
"Oh." V withdrew his gaze, "Why is the traffic so heavy today... so are we now supposed to warn that what’s-his-na... Cannon?"
"Right, and get paid while we’re at it— see that, huh... they’re using explosives now?"
Lille saw so of the Six Street Gang fumbling around in front of Tino’s black market at locker, then sticking on a package of C4.
The gang mbers retreated, watching the C4 blinking red, the flashing rate getting faster and faster... and then it stopped.
It did not explode.
A frustrated thug poked his lackey with his gun, and then the lackey nervously stepped forward, seemingly to check the situation...
Boom!
Guts and blood splattered!
"Hahaha! Did you all see that?" V clutched his stomach, laughing, "That idiot blew himself up!"
"We need Tina alive, Cannon... preferably alive—stop laughing!"
All three unanimously pulled out their own sidearms—all small guns, sufficient to deal with these gang thugs, not worth bringing out the high-tech weapons for.
Of course, except for Lille—who had by now realised just how bad his marksmanship was.
Automatic aiming really is a great thing.
...
"Cough, cough, fuck! How could there be a screw-up like this?"
Cannon looked down at his lackey, a snarl on his face: "Go in and kill that fucking bitch... fuck!"
Boom—
A heavy engine rumble ca from down the road. The dumb thugs from Six Street Gang turned back to see the Mackinaw charging at them like a beast!
Panic-stricken gang mbers lifted their guns—
Just as they raised their arms, the car started drifting!
The Mackinaw was drifting??!
Bang bang bang bang!
From the passenger side facing the Six Street Gang, Lille and V opened fire simultaneously, hitting several unfortunate thugs!
Cannon cursed his luck. Krensky, upon seeing the car rushing in, had already made a move, swiftly diving into the warehouse!
Bang!
The Mackinaw spun and crushed the Six Street Gang, those shot and fallen were ground beneath the wheels, while those still standing were flung away in a line, the gang mbers scattered like bowling pins into a trash heap!
"Motherfucker..." Cannon bit his lip and poked out half his head to scope out the situation—
Bang!
A loud noise rang near his ear!
A hand smashed through the storeroom door, grabbed his head firmly!
Bang!
Jack’s hand gripped Cannon’s head and slamd it against the warehouse door, and after a crisp impact, Cannon’s vision went dark—
A bloodied lackey finally climbed into the driver’s seat of the car. His eyes locked onto the chair...
If only he could reach that spot...
If only he could reach that spot, he could press the gas pedal and escape!
Bang!
A gunshot sounded, V blew his head off, and the corpse slid down the side steps.
All of this happened very quickly: while Tina was still fiddling with the handle, the once frightful Six Street Gang had all been killed.
Watching the trio tidy up their firearms and stride over the warehouse gate, the woman felt even more despair.
Lille glanced at Cannon on the floor and flicked through his contacts to find the Six Street Gang leader Morton’s number.
"Sergeant? Long ti no see, I have a deal to discuss with you."
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