Dum Dum's fate - Cyberpunk 2077

The merc said "Bang!" and blew another third of Royce's face off.
Gold plated gun of the Valentino let off a shot point blank, right into the goon's lower jaw, almost tearing his head completely off. Mayhem broke out as he slowly gurgled into techno oblivion right there on the floor. Eventually, everything went dark.

Once the dust settled, Brick was walking through the AllFoods factory, checking his losses ... finishing off those who sided with Royce and somehow managed to survive the escape of those two mercs. Good chooms, both of them. After all, it was them who set him free after zeroing that borg piece of shit with half of his head scooped out.

The control room, couch splattered with red and white blood. Everyone dead.
"Brick! This one's still alive! Should I finish him, boss?", said one of the Maelstromers.
"Let me see ...", Brick came closer to examine the breathing corpse. "I remember you."
"No, don't kill him! He could still be useful.", Brick said with a grin on his face (or what was left of it ...).
"Right, boss. Shit! They took the Flathead."
"I have an idea ... take him to our ripper!"
Maelstromers picked the dying man up and took him straight under the knife.

Red text suddenly pierced the black veil, rebooting, ...
"What ... what happened? Where am I? Why is everything upside down?"
"Re-calibrate the optics! Gonk's vision's inverted!", Brick shouted at the ripper, as he slowly approached the operating table.
He crouched down with a wide smile ... "Welcome back, choom. Would you like a whiff, Dum Dum?"
The ripper's clinic echoed with thunderous laughter.