Chapter 195

“Location confirmed. Identity confirmed. Target—confirmed.”

In the dimly lit industrial district of northern Watson, Night City, a figure clad in a black tactical suit and a face-concealing helmet darted swiftly through the shadows. Moving in sync with the factory lights that flickered on and off, the figure advanced with precision—data in their mind already locking onto a target 500 meters away.

“Traitors... must die.”