The game has already shown the best way to interact with these people.
Both V and Johnny told Jax that in Night City, no matter what, if you run into trouble, just act first!
Start communicating after everything is smashed. Here, you want to solve problems through conversation?
Please, when identities are unequal, no matter how eloquently you speak, the other party will only scoff and laugh at it. Therefore, this mission was very much to Jax's liking.
My heart is like fire, burning everything – then, let the smashing begin.
Aren't the Tyger Claws occupying Japantown?
Then start with Japantown. When Jax sees Tyger Claws members or Tyger Claws symbols, he will act.
He kills the people, he smashes the buildings.
He wants to tell the Tyger Claws one thing: You Tyger Claws attacked the Moxes' factory, right?
Then I'll retaliate. While telling the Tyger Claws, Jax will also tell everyone in Night City the consequences of messing with the Moxes.
Why, in a world like 2077, do players still hold a glimmer of hope when playing the game? Although players don't really intend to change this world, because even if Arasaka and Militech fall, new corporations will emerge to devour their remains.
In a capitalist world, unless everything is burned, the land scorched to ashes, and the roots of capital in the soil are completely incinerated, nothing will change.
But even so, players still feel, when playing, that they can still change some things.
Why?
Because individual power can be godlike!
An existence like V, an existence like Bartmoss, whether you are the President of the United States or a corporate leader, what, do you have more lives than others?
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If you've got guts, lock yourself in a safe house every day, stay with iron rooms, and never go out!
Otherwise, with V's strength, who couldn't she assassinate? No... V isn't even assassinating, she's just strong-arming them.
But what can you do?
And so, Jax also plans to do the same.
He wants to use today's actions to tell those corporate dogs, to tell those Fixers, who should really be afraid when a powerful guy goes crazy.
Anyway, it's already a lost cause, isn't it?
Jax really isn't that smart; he's just an ordinary person.
Four points of intelligence didn't make him feel his mind had become much sharper.
He couldn't be as cunning as a Fixer or as scheming as a corporate dog, but Jax knew one thing.
That is, when you're bullied, don't always think about enduring it.
Being bullied is not your fault.
Even if the person bullying you has a thousand reasons, it's still not your fault.
And the NCPD won't get involved immediately; even MAX-TAC will turn a blind eye to it, as long as it doesn't affect civilians and no one reports it, then MAX-TAC will also look the other way.
At least... Jax doesn't have to worry about running into MAX-TAC right away.
Thinking this, Jax had already crossed the road. Looking at the street ahead, he squatted down and began to untie the black cloth bag.
As the black cloth was untied, a long, azure blue weapon lay within. It was larger than a Katana. Looking only at its body, not its front, it resembled an automatic rifle, but seeing the black-glowing blade at its tip, one would consider it a sword.
Jax took out the weapon inside. This weapon was Pilar's idea.
Combining a rifle with a bladed weapon, with an embedded operation, after removing the front blade, it could also be fitted with an enhanced barrel for a secondary modification, turning it into a sniper rifle.
However, Jax was in too much of a hurry, and Viktor hadn't had time to assemble it, but the blade part was already done, using the best Katana on the market as the blade, and a decent rifle as the gun.
This was an assembled gun-blade weapon.
In Night City, most weapons are bought off the shelf and then modified. If you really want to find a traditional blacksmith, then...
You have to look elsewhere.
Even in the Badlands, it's fine; Night City simply doesn't have them.
Therefore, this weapon was not complicated to make. Viktor had many ready-made materials; it only needed assembly and processing.
Gripping the gun handle, Jax was about to stand up when he heard the screech of brakes, and a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Looking up, Jax saw a large face wearing sunglasses, with white punk hair, grinning menacingly at him with his arms crossed.
"..." Jax recognized the other person's face, then silently looked at him.
"If Lucy hadn't contacted me out of the blue, I wouldn't have known about this," Maine said with dissatisfaction in his tone, standing in front of Jax. Behind him, Maine's crew had all arrived.
Kiwi was riding a motorcycle, smoking a cigarette, with Lucy sitting behind her, quietly watching Jax.
Rebecca poked her head out of a luxurious gold sedan, with Pilar, who was driving and chewing bubblegum, beside her.
Dorio was driving Maine's car, which was parked behind Maine.
"Maine, this is between me and the Moxes," Jax said, standing up and looking at Maine.
Feeling a slight pang, Jax continued, "Rogue told me, and you emphasized it to me too, mercenaries are mercenaries, gangs are gangs, right?"
"I also told you that if an edgerunner couldn't make it one day, I'd go join a gang with you, why didn't you listen?" Maine said, annoyed.
Jax gave a wry smile, "I know what you're thinking, and I know if I told you, you'd definitely come to help, but this really breaks the rules. If mercenaries do things without taking a job... and contribute to gang wars based on personal preference, then who would dare give you jobs in the future?"
"Damn it, isn't this simple? You idiot, you're so damn sentimental!" Maine took off his sunglasses and gave Jax a big eye-roll.
Then, he reached into his pocket and fumbled around.
With a "clink," Maine pulled out a silver coin.
He shoved it into Jax's palm. While Jax was utterly bewildered and at a loss, Maine reached out and took the coin back.
"Alright, I've received the payment. So, client Jax, Maine's crew is always ready to serve you." Maine put the silver coin back in his pocket and got straight into the car.
What? What kind of mercenary works for one credit?
Damn it, what's it to you?!
Our crew is willing to risk our lives for one credit, so what?
Are we affecting the market price? Then you come find me, damn it!
Anyway, Maine didn't break the rules, and he sure as hell was going to maintain their friendship!
Jax was stunned by Maine's actions, standing frozen in place, quietly watching him.
"Get in the car, damn it, what are you still gawking at? I'm telling you, Jax, are you really planning to walk into Japantown? Are you afraid they won't catch you?" Maine yelled at Jax from the passenger seat.
If Lucy hadn't suddenly found him, saying Jax had inexplicably left after taking a call at her place, and had mentioned the Moxes in the conversation, Maine really wouldn't have known what happened!
The Fixers on the street kept silent about the Tyger Claws attacking the Moxes—no... not just silent, these guys even had people blocking the news, and that's why Maine and the others didn't get the news beforehand.
Of course... also, these past few days were holidays, and everyone was doing their own thing, not paying attention to what was happening on the street.
For example, Maine was secretly testing new cyberware; he, too... now had a Sandevistan installed!
Although he hadn't fully adapted to it yet, he was still a high-level mercenary!
Oh, Jackie's Sandevistan was also installed, and then Pilar, Rebecca, Dorio, and others had also upgraded their cyberware, especially Rebecca. Because of her reckless personality, she focused on installing armor-type cyberware.
Now, Rebecca, despite being a short, chubby loli, might actually be the team's most defensively capable person?
In the Cyberpunk era, body size and appearance really don't mean anything. The strength of one's power largely depends on cyberware... Oh, except for that bastard Jax.
"You all—" Jax looked at Maine, then at everyone else.
Jax found himself speechless.
Then, he looked up, took a deep breath, and walked to Maine's car.
"Damn it, I don't care what happens next!" Jax said with a big, happy smile, cursing at the same time.
No more being sentimental; he really was too damn sentimental.
Viktor, he was right.
So-called friends, family, are the people who are willing to stand by you when you're in trouble.
Yes, Maine was that kind of person.
He was that kind of person too, otherwise, how could they hang out together?
Bonds are not burdens; everyone can help him.
Behind the two cars, on the red motorcycle, Kiwi, who was smoking, suddenly whispered, "I remember you're someone who doesn't act without profit, so why are you involved in this?"
Before Lucy could speak, Kiwi quickly said, "Don't tell me you've joined this crew too. You can tell them that, but don't tell me, I'm not an idiot."
"..." Lucy silently reached out and gripped the metal block under the motorcycle, keeping her body steady.
"So, what's your reason for doing this? You have no reason to participate in this," Kiwi pressed.
In Kiwi's view, she was indeed Lucy's guide in Night City, but in reality, Lucy appeared even colder than her. Lucy was like a hedgehog, fiercely protecting herself with sharp words and actions.
Therefore, Lucy... had no reason to participate in such a risky matter.
Hadn't she said that she must have a reason to take risks for something she does?
So what about this time?
This was just a one-credit transaction, damn it!
What could she earn from it? What could she gain?
And to Kiwi's question.
Lucy still responded with silence.
Only, her gaze fell on Jax. She looked at Jax, her beautiful eyes slightly downcast.
Her reason for taking risks...?
He was standing right there.