After venturing through the eerie creeks, they finally reached the end, which connected to the Series 9 sewer. "Alright, guys... we did it. Now we must synchronize the attack. Hopefully, the True Horde will not betray us. But for now, we are in their heart. It will be a quick battle."

The warriors nodded, their expressions resolute. they check their weapon again. its was near the place they are use to inflitrate series 9 lab in past.

Oboro spoke up, his voice steady. "We've gotten this far. We can't back down now."

"Yes... you were waiting for this, weren't you?"

"Yep. I've been itching for some action. Let's hope the True Horde holds their end of the deal."

As they waited for the general attack, the sky darkened, and the clock struck 20:00. "Alright... do it!" Wanderer commanded, and the air erupted with the sound of explosions. The sewer gate exploded and crumbled, revealing the entrance to the lab complex.

"Fire at will! Our allies are fighting on different fronts! Show no mercy!" At Wanderer's command, the warriors rushed forward, weapons at the ready as they charged into the lab complex through the ruined gate.

Meanwhile, Aresia sat in her command center, her blue eyes fixed on the sprawling map laid out before her. The massive cloud of dust rising from the battlefield from the massive scale of operation.

"What is your view on the end of the battle, ma'am?" her assistant asked,

Aresia leaned back in her chair, "Well, I'd say the chances of total victory in this battle are quite high. The combination of our forces with the True Horde is formidable, and we have the element of surprise on our side. However, I'd advise caution. We should expect some resistance from Series 9, and they may have some tricks up their sleeve. But I'm confident that with our combined strength, we can prevail."

As Wanderer looked up from his position, he could see the Series 9 skyscrapers being bombarded by artillery and missile fire, adding to the chaos of the battle. The sound of explosions and the sight of the fierce dogfight between SWAT jet fighters and Series 9 hover drones filled the air. He muttered to himself, reflecting on Violence's words.

Pushing deeper into the Series 9 facility, Wanderer and his team encountered a mix of Series 9 security robots and gang goons.these goons are using augmented and cyberware, they are tough opponent but their lack of coordination make them were quickly dispatched, and casualties were minimal for wanderer,

They passed through the Nexus Prime Labyrinth the market complex and continued until they reached the central part of Sin City. most of Series 9 defense is focusing on outskirt of sin city. its make wanderer sudden apperance on on their heart is was decisive blow.

Later, from the SWAT side in the north, they had already reached the outskirts of the city. Wanderer's main force, led by Chrome and Furqan, was closing in, while he himself was already inside the enemy lab. He glanced at Oboro, who was reloading his rifle magazines. "You know... I guess we were a bit too fast."

Oboro nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the devastation they had caused—the dismembered bodies of Series 9 units scattered across the floor. their cyberware are still glowing "Yeah, we may have been too eager to take the lead. Looks like we caught them off guard."

Wanderer frowned, "Hmm... what I’m afraid of now is actually friendly fire. SWAT artillery or their airstrikes might give us trouble."

He looked up at the skyscrapers looming above him. "Plus, their jamming is preventing us from giving a clear pinpoint. We will use color smoke to indicate our movement to the friendly forces."

Oboro nodded again, his eyes fixed on the dark sky creepers. "True, Using color smoke signals is a good idea. It's a simple and effective way to communicate our location to the SWAT without relying on communication devices that could be jammed."

"Yes, so far so good... it might be too good to be true. Oboro, we must control their jammer and disable it. With that, the fog of war will be removed."

Oboro nodded in agreement. "Agreed. Disabling their jammer will definitely give us an advantage by clearing up the fog of war. It'll give us better visibility” Oboro's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the wreckage surrounding them. "But it won't be easy. That jammer is probably heavily guarded, and disabling it will require cunning and stealth."

Wanderer grinned behind his mask "Good... I want to gamble on this."

Oboro raised an eyebrow, "You want to gamble on this? That could be risky. The jammer might be heavily fortified, and we might take losses in the process."

"Yes," Wanderer replied, his voice steady. Just then, a loud explosion echoed in the background as one of the SWAT jets crashed onto the street. Wanderer turned to Oboro again. "We might save many lives."

Oboro chuckled grimly,. "Ah, I see what you mean. If we can disable the jammer, it will give the rest of the SWAT forces a better chance of victory, and they might lose fewer lives in their assault. Yes, it's a gamble, but it's a gamble worth taking if it can ultimately lead to victory."

"Yes... they might even erect a statue of us."

Oboro laughed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. "Ha! A statue, really? You think we'll be worthy of having a statue built in our honor if we pull this off?"

Wanderer shrugged. "I’m just trying to bribe your mind."

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Oboro chuckled again,. "Nice try, Wanderer. But I don't need any bribery to be convinced. I'm already on board."

"Yes... you’re always a good boy, aren’t you? Lead a team with Sanada. I will distract them."

Oboro laughed at Wanderer's comment, still entertained by his attempts at humor. But he quickly nodded, understanding the assignment. "Haha, you got that right. I've been known to be quite obedient. Alright, I'll take a team with Sanada and distract them while you do your thing. Just try not to have all the fun."

"Yes, I will fortify the restaurant across the street and draw their attention to me while you do your ninja things to disable the jammer at the top of the tower."

Oboro nodded, his expression serious now as he focused on the task at hand. "Understood. You'll draw their attention while I disable the jammer in the tower. I'll make sure to be quick and stealthy."

They split up, and Wanderer led his team to the designated restaurant after defeating the security turrets and gang shooters. As they approached, the establishment revealed itself to be a three-level noodle restaurant. Wanderer stepped inside, and to his surprise, he encountered an AI waitress.

“Greetings! Can I take your order, gentlemen?” she chirped cheerfully.

Wanderer nodded, but instead of placing an order, he pointed his gun at the robot and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck true, but instead of collapsing, the AI waitress stood her ground, her expression shifting to one of anger. “You picked the wrong restaurant, you fool!” she shouted, and with that, the AI chef and other waitresses drew their weapons.

A battle erupted. Wanderer dove for cover behind a table, cursing under his breath. “Damn... they’re even stronger than the goons we faced. I guess I picked the wrong enemy.”

In a moment of desperation, he reached out with his psychic ability to contact Oboro, who was positioned high in a nearby building. “Oboro, I need your help!”

Oboro, up in his vantage point, took quick aim at the restaurant's windows and began picking off the AI robots with precise shots from his sniper rifle. “This restaurant is definitely not what I expected. Who would have thought the chef and waitresses would be packing heat?” he quipped, his voice steady as he fired.

After a fierce battle, Wanderer managed to take control of the restaurant, albeit with heavy casualties on both sides. He quickly fortified the place, knowing they would soon face a counterattack from Series 9. “Damn... this is bad. We might not be able to defend this place when their armor arrives. Just hope Sanada and Oboro do their jobs quickly,” he muttered, scanning the area for any signs of the enemy.

Meanwhile, Oboro and Sanada, along with a handful of agile soldiers, continued their ascent to disable the jammer, remaining unnoticed as they navigated the structure. They kept a low profile, knowing the importance of staying undetected until they reached their target.

Back in the restaurant, Wanderer volunteered to tend to the wounded soldiers while the gunfight raged around them. The gang’s vehicles—sportscars and hovercraft—circled the restaurant, opening fire. Wanderer couldn’t help but muse on the irony of their situation. “It’s almost laughable, isn’t it? We’re here to face Series 9, but the city residents might be more of a challenge than we expected.”

As the gunfire from the circling vehicles rained down, Wanderer remained focused on tending to the wounded soldiers under his care. He knew that every moment counted.

Meanwhile, Oboro and Sanada were almost halfway to the jammer when they noticed office workers still going about their business, seemingly oblivious to the chaos outside. Just then, a SWAT artillery shell struck the building, triggering the fire alarm. The office workers filed out of their workplace, pausing in shock when they saw Oboro and Sanada.

“Looks like we have an unexpected audience,” Oboro said, his voice calm. “Just ignore them and keep going.”

The office workers stared, some frozen in fear, while others gawked at the mercenaries. Before they could recover from their surprise, Oboro and Sanada pushed past them and continued their ascent to the jammer.

When they reached the top, the sight was breathtaking. The sky was ablaze with missile trails and flashes from the dogfight between SWAT jets and Series 9 drones. “Looks like Series 9 is not holding back. We need to hurry,” Oboro said, urgency creeping into his tone.

They quickly reached the jammer, its was antenaa like structure in corner of rooftop. and they began planting explosives. Just as they started their work, a team member shouted, “Sir! It might be one of the office workers calling for security! They’re coming!”

Oboro and Sanada exchanged worried glances as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed ominously on downstairs “Looks like our uninvited visitors have arrived. We need to speed this up. Quickly!” Oboro barked, and they hurriedly finished setting up the explosives.

With the explosives now set, they turned to leave, only to find their path blocked by security guards wielding tactical shields. The hallway was filled with them, forcing Oboro and Sanada to retreat to the rooftop.

“Looks like we’re cornered here. They don’t plan to let us go easily,” Sanada said while smacking security guard shield. and dodge their machete swings

“No surprise. They want to protect their precious jammer at all costs,” Oboro replied, scanning their surroundings for an escape route.

One of their team members raised a bloodied hand, his right arm missing. “It’s just a few meters, but we might all be able to hold onto it,” he said, gesturing to a rope. “Let me detonate the explosives.”

Sanada put his hand on his chin, considering the plan. “It might work. When the security force closes in, we’ll detonate the explosives and cling to the rope outside the blast.”

Oboro nodded, his expression serious. “It’s a risky plan, but it could work. We need to time it perfectly.”

“then let me do it”

They exchanged glances, weighing the gravity of the situation. Sanada broke the silence, his voice laced with concern. "Are you sure about this? You will turn into a mist."

The wounded team member nodded, his face set in firm determination. "I'm sure. I can't cling to the rope with one hand anyway. It would be better if I detonate the explosive myself."

Oboro and Sanada shared a silent conversation with their eyes, weighing the risks and benefits of the offer. Despite their concern, they knew it was a reasonable solution.

"Alright," Oboro finally said, his voice steady. "If you're sure about this, then we'll go along with your plan. But be careful, and make sure you detonate it at the right moment."

"I had only one moment... now quick... they’re closing in!" the wounded team member shouted as he took a seat behind cover near the jammer. Meanwhile, the others quickly tied the rope to the edge of the tower, creating a makeshift escape route. The rope dangled menacingly, a precarious lifeline hanging over the long drop below.

"Alright, the rope is ready. Let's get into position and wait for the signal," Oboro instructed,

the security force closing in, guns blazing at the wounded man's position. "Quick! I will blast myself!" he shouted, urgency in his voice. With that, the other team members, including Oboro and Sanada, rushed to grab the rope. One of the security forces noticed their plan and lunged to cut the rope, but before he could succeed, the wounded man detonated the explosive.

The explosion rocked the top of the tower, sending a shockwave rippling through the air. Oboro, Sanada, and the others clutched the rope tightly, gritting their teeth as they felt the force of the blast. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision.

As the chaos began to settle, they quickly surveyed the scene. One of the team members had fallen from the rope, leaving only a few hanging on. The security forces were also affected by the blast, knocked back and disoriented.

Sanada was the first to rise from the rope. With his spear in hand, he wasted no time, swiftly taking out the dazed security guards. The other team members who managed to make it to the top followed suit, quickly and efficiently dealing with the remaining guards.

Meanwhile, in the command center, Shizuka noticed a change in the communication systems. With a few taps on her terminal, she realized that the connection was now available in certain parts of the city. The destruction of the jammer had taken effect, providing better communication and coordination for the team's efforts.

Wanderer’s face appeared on the comm screen, his voice urgent. "The connection is back! Send artillery support to my coordinates! I'm being overrun here!"

the team sprang into action. They quickly coordinated the artillery support, sending the necessary commands and instructions to the artillery units stationed nearby.

Back at the restaurant, Wanderer was doing his best to defend against the relentless onslaught of gang members. The gangs were using their vehicles to ram through the walls, Hovercraft and souped-up cars slammed against the restaurant's reinforced windows, spider-webbing the glass but not yet breaking through

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Wanderer firing his pistol. He dropped a couple of gang members clinging to the side of a ramming truck, but more kept coming.

“Hold! Hold! Anyone who survives and kills many of them will be my next lieutenant! Kill them off!” Wanderer shouted, firing his pistol at the nearby enemies. He took down a few, but it was clear they were being overrun. “Retreat to the second floor!” for last spite he shot the monitor nearby. turn it off.

and the team members quickly followed his orders, beginning a strategic retreat to the safer ground of the second floor. They continued to fight as they moved, keeping the enemy at bay to allow for a more organized defense.

“Damn... where’s my artillery?” Wanderer muttered under his breath, reloading his last magazine. He looked around anxiously, waiting for the artillery support to arrive and turn the tide of the battle.

As the gang members continued to press forward, Wanderer steeled himself for the fight ahead, determined to hold the line until help arrived.