Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

By now, Vera has become accustomed to another perspective, to the existence of another 'me'.

There were clearly two consciousnesses, two perspectives, and two thoughts based on their own realities, yet they blended together perfectly, as if it were always meant to be. Vera felt no discomfort whatsoever; it didn't affect her at all. Whatever she thought or desired, the one working at Umbrella would do.

To give an imperfect analogy, Vera is like playing a game, controlling another version of herself in a role-playing game.

A role-playing character who can perfectly understand the joys and sorrows in the 'game', learn the knowledge, skills and insights from it, and even incorporate everything from there into their own life.

The combined strength of the two 'Wei' (薇).

Vera jokingly referred to her strength in this way.

Even if both Vera and Vera were just ordinary human beings with normal physiological functions, their combined abilities would be enough for Vera to surpass the limits of human physical capabilities. Moreover, there are many other ways to enhance one's abilities.

Where is Sanwei?

Vera was so looking forward to it.

But the most important thing right now is:

vent!

"Director Russell has arrived."

At 4:9 PM, Vera's Arasaka Armored Aircraft arrived at the old district of the northern industrial area of ​​Night City.

At the street corner, in mid-air, following Vera's orders, two special assault teams of armored aerial vehicles, dispatched from the Night City Arasaka military camp, had arrived.

bang——

The turret rotated downwards, and the Arasaka armored airborne vehicle, hovering near the intersection, turned on its searchlights. The crimson lasers projected onto the intersection, drawing out a large landing zone, while Pterodactyl attack drones and Octagon heavy combat drones hummed and roamed around it.

The hatch opened with a 'whoosh'.

dong dong dong-

Inside the cabin, the Arasaka heavy infantry, packed to the brim, jumped out and crashed to the ground, landing steadily.

"Holy crap, this is going to be a disaster!"

"Go, go, go!"

"They're Arakawa's heavy infantry!"

……

A storm was brewing, and sensing impending doom, pedestrians scattered in all directions. Waiting for the traffic light? Forget it, escaping was the priority!

Boom!

Zheng——

Upon landing, Vera brandished her finely crafted thermal samurai sword and smart shotgun suitable for urban warfare, closed her heavy bulletproof helmet, and lit up her scarlet holographic tactical goggles.

Meanwhile, on the other side of time and space.

Press conference at the Umbrella Tower in San Francisco.

Surrounded by burly bodyguards in black, Vera, the director of Umbrella, stood on the podium with an expression as if her father had just died.

Audience:

"Director Russell, why did you choose to destroy nature and our common home even after receiving our joint letter? Do you want our descendants to live in a cold world without greenery and animals?"

"Director Russell, it's said that affirmative action organizations in San Francisco are planning to sue you against Umbrella Corporation, alleging that the composition of Umbrella's recently hired employees is racially discriminatory. How would you respond?"

"Director Russell, prosthetic bodies and limbs, artificial steel replacing the flesh and blood given by God, are you not going to say anything in the face of opposition from the church organization?"

"Director Russell..."

……

Every time they asked a question, the accumulated negative emotions surged forth. On this side of time and space, as if being personally questioned, Vera's breathing became heavier and heavier under her helmet.

"Phew... My self-control is still lacking."

Since the 'me' in another world can't vent, then I'll vent it myself.

A 'reasonable and legal' way of venting.

"Retrieval and cleanup mission, commence!"

A moment of carnage.

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Chapter 015 Mewtwo Experience: Slaughtering the Whirlpool on Arasaka

tumultuous!

Running, the sound of wind, firelight, explosion.

"call!"

"Hoohoo!"

The man opened his mouth wide, and his trachea could feel the hot air he was inhaling.

It was a run with all my might, the pulse of breathing through my mouth and nose, and my chest felt like it was aching.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, as if there was endless darkness behind him and a giant demonic claw was constantly approaching.

His gaze returned:

The camp, painted with graffiti of a cracked skull and a mechanical spider, was ablaze with firelight—the symbol of the Vortex Gang.

Illegally modified motor vehicles are everywhere, and crowded, old, dirty shacks and narrow alleys are filled with terrifying noises.

The frenetic heavy metal punk music, the roar of machinery, the vulgar, alcohol-laden conversations, the inhuman screams of the delirious, and, bang bang!! bang bang bang!!

Beneath the Arasaka samurai-style tactical helmet with its upright design, the demon mask with its eyes flashing crimson light became clear in the shadows.

Arakasaka Heavy Armored Soldier.

The massive M2067 Defenders in the hands of those corporate killing machines roared louder than heavy metal punk music, the muzzle flashes illuminating the narrow alleys of the old northern industrial district, where the sky was particularly gloomy as evening approached.

Squeak squeak squeak squeak—

Armor-piercing incendiary rounds struck the wall, sending debris flying in all directions. The cheap prosthetic implants of the vortex madmen, barely harder than glass at this moment, shattered instantly. The bullets pierced through the electroplated layer beneath their skin, shredding flesh and machinery amidst bursts of sparks.

"Damn! It's a company dog, they attacked from the side!"

"Let's fight these spineless bastards!"

"Who the hell summoned Aragaka...?"

……

That was the foul language of the Vortex Gang members.

It's easy to tell them apart: the exposed cyber implants covering their entire bodies, the horrifying extent of their alterations, and the flashy metal tattoos all over their bodies. Those lunatics who have had their skulls ripped out and replaced with spider-like cybernetic compound eyes—in Night City, you don't even need to look to know they're from the Vortex Gang.

"Orders from above: retrieve the company's lost goods and recover company assets. Anyone suspected of being hostile will be killed on sight!"

There is also the cold, icy voice of the Arasaka soldier, like a killing machine.

Boom!

His gaze followed the sound upwards.

The Octagon heavy combat drone bearing the Arasaka Clover logo roared in, accompanied by a piercing sound, and the flames spewed from its machine guns were like elongated, intermittent lasers, licking and cutting across the ground.

Several valuable modified flying cars were smashed to pieces, emitting black smoke and exploding.

The world is spinning.

He was thrown into the air by the blast wave.

After a series of rolls, his body emitted painful groans. Shrapnel had cut into his torso, and he was losing blood. His vision was gradually blurring, but his hearing remained sharp, and he could hear various gunshots of unknown types.

boom.

At that very moment, accompanied by a whistling sound that seemed to force the air apart, the security window on the second floor of the factory exploded, shards of glass flew everywhere, and broken concrete fragments and twisted old-fashioned air conditioner units fell down. A tall, dark figure gracefully leaped down from the burning gap on the second floor.

It pierced the steel roof of a modified van belonging to the Whirlpool Gang like a javelin.

quack-

The metal emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound, and exposed weld marks and rivet fragments flew high into the air. The vehicle tilted in response, the driver's head slammed into the door, and the passenger in the front seat nearly flew out of the window.

Because of the close proximity, he was able to see who it was.

A terrifying figure.

A tall figure over 1.8 meters, with long legs, covered in black clothes and armor, with a black and red cloak flowing behind him, the shoulders bearing the Arasaka Clover logo, and his head covered by a matte black helmet, on which narrow V-shaped goggles emitted a chilling crimson glow.

The head, with its sharp, long, metallic fingertips stained with blood, held a severed tube, from which crimson and milky liquids dripped continuously.

The head of a highly modified person, who probably has very little flesh.

hum.

The extended and straightened heat-powered katana was swung, producing a crisp, clear sound as it was swung!

Like slicing butter, the driver's cab of the Vortex Gang's street-style armored van was slicing open. Everything happened so fast that the blade grazed the faces of the two screaming Vortex lunatics inside.

As the woman from the ara-saka left, the car overturned, but there was no movement in the driver's seat. Exploded viscous liquid flowed out from the gaps in the car.