Later, they led the team to the specific tunnel, navigating through the sewer. The stench was overwhelming, and the sight of decomposed bodies left to rot. As they pressed on,

As they traveled through the tunnels, the air grew thicker, and the sounds of the city above mixed with the dripping water and distant echoes of machinery below. They moved carefully, senses alert for any signs of danger.

Wanderer muttered while watching the monitor, "They speak true..." His eyes narrowed as they found an elevator guarded by a security turret.

"How are we going to deal with that?"

Oboro looked at the turret, his expression determined. "We'll take it down with stealth and minimal damage. We can't risk alerting the entire base to our presence. I'll take the lead and disable the turret's AI with my cybernetic enhancements. Then, we can proceed with the mission."

Wanderer leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ahh... now you're slowly admitting to using implants. Very good."

Oboro chuckled, his demeanor relaxed despite the tension surrounding them. "Yeah, I'm not ashamed of admitting that. My cybernetics give me the edge in situations like these. It's just a tool to get the job done. And speaking of tools, we need to get past this turret. Let's focus on that for now. Once we're through, we can keep talking about my implants."

"Good... do your thing," Wanderer replied, his eyes fixed on the monitor as he leaned forward, anticipation building.

Oboro nodded, stepping forward carefully to avoid setting off any alarms. He activated his cybernetics, he shot the interface nearby with special bullet. its make him able to bypassing the turret's defenses with precision and finesse. Within moments, the turret's defenses were neutralized, and it powered down.

"Clear! Let's move in," Oboro announced, his voice steady.

Wanderer's team moved forward, stepping over the disabled turret and entering the elevator. The elevator descended deeper into the underground laboratory of Series 9. After another round of hacking, they found themselves at a junction where they needed to split their forces.

"Furqan, you lead the group that will guard the elevator," Wanderer instructed. "Oboro, you take the rest deeper into the facility."

The team split into two groups, Furqan and a few others staying back to secure the elevator while the rest followed Oboro deeper into the Series 9 facility. As they ventured further, they encountered various obstacles and security measures. However, with Oboro's guidance and the team working in sync, they neutralized the defenses and continued their pursuit.

Eventually, they reached a greenhouse area, artificial jungle, filled with strange, glowing plants and genetically modified flora. Wires and tubes snaked across the walls.

The room with the babies was sterile and cold, a stark contrast to the greenhouse. Rows of transparent tubes lined the walls, each containing a developing fetus or infant, suspended in a nutrient-rich fluid. Wires and monitors connected to the tubes, displaying vital signs and genetic data.its was a pristine room filled with tubes containing human babies. Wanderer used his dragonfly drone to get a closer look,

"What is this?" Shizuka asked while see at the monitor beside wanderer,

Wanderer closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "It's a breeding house... just like SWAT had in their bunkers or in Free world, but,,, its less organic." he replied, opening his eyes to see Shizuka's shocked expression. Nodira and Chrome stood stoically, taking in the horror of the scene. Oboro, however, was visibly affected. He placed his hand on the transparent glass separating him from the babies, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"This... This is unacceptable," Oboro said, his voice thick with emotion. "We must put an end to Series 9's twisted experiments and save these innocent lives."

Wanderer couldn't help but tease, "Mm... what’s wrong, Oboro? It’s the first time we see your true emotion."

Oboro didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still fixed on the babies in the tubes. After a moment, he spoke in a quiet, somber tone. "These babies... They're innocent. They didn't ask for any of this. They deserve a chance at a normal life."

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He paused, his jaw tightening. "I may be a mercenary, but I have my own code of honor. I don't turn a blind eye to stuff like this. We need to shut down this operation and protect these kids."

Just then, an alarm blared through the facility, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Damn... we’re cooked! Do your mission fast and get out of there!" Wanderer barked into the comms.

Oboro and the team quickly responded to the alarm, their combat instincts kicking in. "Understood. We'll secure the target and get out of here as soon as possible. Just focus on securing our exit route," Oboro replied,

they doubling their speed toward the lab. As they fought their way through, guards in exo suits confronted them, armed with advanced weaponry. But Oboro's team was faster and more accurate, taking down the Series 9 guards with ease. However, the numbers began to increase, and the fight intensified.

Finally, they found themselves in a dome, and at the center lay a teenager sleeping inside a box-like machine. Wanderer spoke through the comms, urgency in his tone. "That’s... that is the machine which can alter mutation. Capture the blueprints and destroy it."

The team quickly moved into action. "Understood. We'll retrieve the blueprints and neutralize the machine. We won't leave anything behind," Oboro confirmed.

As they engaged in combat with the remaining Series 9 guards, their movements were precise and strategic. They maneuvered through the room, securing the blueprints and preparing to destroy the machine. Meanwhile, Wanderer and the rest of the team provided support from afar, weapons at the ready.

After achieving the blueprints, the team prepared to set explosives on the site. But as they looked at the boy inside the machine, they realized he was still blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding him.

"Wanderer, we've got the blueprints, but there's still a problem," Oboro said, urgency creeping into his voice.

"What's the problem?" Wanderer asked, concern evident.

"The boy in the machine. He's still unconscious. We can't leave him here while the place blows up," Oboro replied, frustration lacing his tone.

Wanderer’s voice turned cold. "That boy... is a mutant now."

"I know, Wanderer. But he didn't choose to be a mutant. He deserves a chance too. We can't just leave him here to die," Oboro insisted.

Wanderer considered the situation for a moment. "Alright, we'll try to extract him while you guys secure the explosives. But stay sharp; there could be more guards coming. We don't want any surprises."

With a sigh, Wanderer’s eyes flinched as he realized the team was wasting time for the mutant boy. Oboro's team used a machine saw to break through the machine, defending against the relentless security guards. Finally, they managed to save the boy.

“... get out of there!" Wanderer barked, urgency in his voice as they began their retreat.

Oboro acknowledged the urgency in Wanderer's voice, his expression serious. "Understood. We've got the boy, and we're making our way out. Hang tight!" With the precious blueprints in hand and the boy in tow, Oboro and his team began their retreat from the breeding house, fighting their way through any remaining guards that stood in their path.

Wanderer turned to Shizuka and the rest of his lieutenants on the room. "Alright, boys. We too will prepare to leave this place and head back to where we belong... the wasteland. We've seen much."

soon. force under Furqan and Oboro manage back to sewer. then they detonated the explosive which damaged the box-like machine in dome.

"Alright, let's move. We don't have much time before Series 9 realizes what's happening here. Let's get out of this place alive and go back to our wasteland home," Wanderer urged, his voice steady and commanding.

Later, the entire merc convoy had picked up Furqan and Oboro's forces, ensuring no one was left behind. They finally started their journey to leave Series 9 territory.

The convoy moved cautiously through the barren outskirts of the city, the tension palpable as they left Sin City behind. Wanderer kept a close eye on the road ahead. "We're making good progress, but let's not get too comfortable just yet. We're not safe until we're back in the wasteland."

The team nodded, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. "Stay sharp, everyone. We've got a long journey ahead of us, and the wasteland isn't known for being forgiving..."

Suddenly, a voice broke through the tension from the mobile home. A one of Series 9 captive shouted, "Hey! Where is my money? Free us!"

Wanderer turned to him, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Yes, sure, you'll have it after we all survive in one piece.. So just sit tight and let us focus on the road ahead."

As they continued, the atmosphere shifted. When they reached the canyons, a dozen Mad Max-style cars, pickups, and armored vehicles began to chase them, opening fire. Wanderer's comm crackled to life, revealing the bald pale skin man. the skull "You! Do you think merely 300 credits will let you mess with us? You've made a grim mistake, Wanderer."

Another screen lit up with the Jackals' leader, an old man shouting, "I told you... there are always consequences! And the consequence of letting me live is... you let me have my time for revenge."

Wanderer smirked, unfazed by their threats. "You want blood? I will give you that."

Calmly, he responded, "I expected nothing less from your greedy hearts. You see an easy target and pounce like starving wolves. Well, you've just bitten off more than you can chew. This will be a fight you won't soon forget. Prepare yourselves, madmen”

Wanderer used his real time psychic powers to guide the convoy into a strategic arrow-like formation, allowing them freedom of movement and a clear line of sight. The Jackals and Skull gangs, in contrast, chased them in a disorganized cluster.

As the battle raged on, Skull's eyes widened in realization as his sport cars were destroyed one by one. and his bikes turn into a ball of flames "That man is strong... it's on your own now, not worth it," he muttered to the Jackals' leader while he turn back to Sin city. followed by rest of Skull gangs

The old man shouted back, "Coward! You coward! Keep fighting!"

Skull frowned deeply. "You should pay me more if you want me to be brave..." Then the comm went silent,

Meanwhile, the gunfight continued to rage across the desert sands. Both sides began losing vehicles as time passed. The Jackals, learning from their previous encounters with Wanderer's armored cars, reinforced their vehicles into makeshift tanks, their steel plating absorbing most of the bullets fired at them.

Wanderer assessed the situation from his command vehicle, considering his options. "Damn... they're stubborn," he muttered, glancing at his lieutenants. "We will split, hoping they will split too, so we can defeat them more easily. Chrome, you will lead the right wing to the canyons, while Shizuka will lead the left wing to the south. I will go with the rest, and we will all meet again at Mermaid Settlement."

His team acknowledged the command, executing the plan with precision. Chrome's group headed toward the canyons, strategically using the rough terrain to their advantage, while Shizuka with lighter cars took the left wing south. Wanderer, with the rest of the team, moved forward toward the Mermaid Settlement.

Chrome and Wanderer opened the hatches of mobile home, glancing at each other before nodding in agreement. Chrome jumped to a nearby truck while Wanderer leaped onto a dirt bike, maintaining high speed. The forces split into three, and the Jackals, unable to keep up, were forced to follow their pattern.

Wanderer and Chrome expertly navigated the terrain, their momentum high. The Jackals, struggling to match their speed, were forced to split their forces as well, the old man then focusing on wanderer himself and trying to adapt to the rapidly changing battlefield.