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The convoy was indeed a juicy target, with seven Centaur Mechas alone—one was dismantled by Jack, leaving six still a considerable abundance.
Clearly, these were meant as samples for the NCPD, and if they were stolen, Night City officials would be unable to assess them, potentially affecting upcoming policies.
At this moment, Anthony must have been frantic—the higher the security level, the greater the power, and of course, the bigger the blame to shoulder.
All of this was what Lille hoped to see.
[V: Lille, is my precious motorcycle okay?]
[Lille: Definitely something's wrong with it! Check it when we get back, but it shouldn't be too serious.]
V looked at the Flying Motorcycle with some distress—she hadn't had a proper flight yet, and the first time she used it was all about ditching and diving.
Luckily, the motorcycle was durable.
The Vortex Gang's underlings, each missing arms or legs, obediently placed the goods by the roadside, waiting for V's inspection.
