Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Representatives of military technology left the meeting in anger over the resolution, which was filled with malice toward the new America.

"This is a conspiracy against the new United States and military technology! The new iron curtain woven by Arasaka has descended on the North American continent. The bald eagle cannot cross this iron curtain, and our homeland has been divided into East and West by them."

Before leaving the conference hall, the military technology representative issued an angry declaration to the media present: "We will never surrender."

Vera followed calmly and walked out of the hall where intrigue had been going on for half a day, surrounded by the crowd.

She looked up at the sky.

It happened that the lights in Austin were just coming on, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the sky full of stars came into view. Vera suddenly felt her mind empty and her consciousness clear.

She could clearly foresee that the rekindled local hot war conflicts in North America would become the norm in the future.

And she was the one who facilitated the most critical links.

It has only been six years since the Metal War of 2069-2070. The old guys in the Independent States who experienced the war are still alive, the teenagers who grew up in the hatred of war are at their most impulsive age, and Washington's digestive policies for the western states have not yet reached the point of positive feedback and effectiveness. The longer it is delayed, when the hatred is forgotten, the better the situation will be for military technology.

For this reason, Vera must seize this unprecedentedly good international environment to bring Arasaka's North American department back to its heyday.

2076-2078, this is the rehearsal stage of the fifth corporate war planned by Vera.

It may be advanced or delayed.

That's what plans are like, they change rapidly and need to be adjusted at all times based on actual conditions.

But, war...

What she is doing now is instigating a fifth corporate war that is no less severe than the World War.

Everyone would be a little nervous for the first time in their life.

Being mentally prepared and actually arriving are two different things. There was a hint of subtle dullness in Vera's eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

Her moral boundaries are flexible.

On the one hand, they will show small favors, holding back their ambitions, wanting to make the people under their command and jurisdiction live a better life, at least better than the "bad" world, and they are willing to give up some of their own interests for this purpose.

On the other hand, if necessary, she would not hesitate to infringe upon the interests and even lives of countless people.

Sometimes two thoughts exist in her at the same time.

After all, people are not diodes. The blending of black and white is too complicated.

Based on the psychological deconstruction, Vera is very clear about her own thoughts and nature: she only loves herself, and may not mind giving up her interests, but the premise of giving up is that it is beneficial to herself. To love others, you must first love yourself.

This is a capitalist.

Or maybe those in power, the meat eaters, the ruling class.

But will it interrupt the rise of the new American nation?

Vera's eyes suddenly became hot and excited.

It's a really challenging task.

After expressing her agreement one by one to the companies such as Su Petrochemical, Eurobank, and Biotech that had supported Arasaka in the meeting, Vera walked down the steps of the parliament building, and her eyes began to glow orange.

"The Austin meeting is over. Military technology will not be scared by these diplomatic tricks. At most, it will embarrass them. Get the airport ready and we will return to Night City. Get the hidden escort formation on the US-Mexico border ready and notify Night City to prepare Adam Hammer and the Cyborg Tyrant Force to attack. Be prepared for a rainy day. Some gamblers may learn from the successful experience of 2023 and take risks..."

...

at the same time.

US-Mexico border.

A Federal Intelligence Agency branch hidden in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.

War situation safe house.

drip-

Behind the flashing terminal console, several plainclothes agents raised their faces covered with simulated leather.

"Shit, that bunch of office losers who eat nothing. It's ok that they couldn't beat them, but how come they lost in a fight? Look at that Arasaka bitch's smug face."

"Tsk! In the end, we have to solve it. Did the higher-ups say anything? Did the higher-ups say anything? According to the information we found, she took the U.S.-Mexico border. Boss, is it possible for us to find a way to kill her? Not to mention killing her, even if we knock her down, Miles will have to personally award us a medal, and maybe we can just retire and become rich."

They looked at the figure sitting in the corner, answering the intercom phone.

"Yes, um...Okay, you don't need to emphasize it again. I know, I will control my subordinates..."

It was a gloomy and hoarse voice, as if suppressing anger.

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PS: It was an accident, really an accident.

Chapter 109: David is on duty in the evil land, and the director is assassinated again on his way back (4.5K)

"David."

"Wait a moment, we haven't reached the designated location yet."

"Hurry up. The border checkpoint just sent a verified message that there are night-walking ghosts. Those stray dogs dare to take any job. If they are hired by other companies... be vigilant. If you encounter them, kill them without mercy."

"learn!"

An abandoned motel located in the northern part of Watson, deep in the Badlands.

A rude man with tattoos on his arms sat on the hood of a modified car.

"Watch the night, watch the night, watch the damn night, those bastards will definitely cheat..." He cursed while picking at a greasy meat sauce pasta bun made of unknown meat. When he had cursed enough, he grabbed the dry powder inhaler and took a sip with ecstasy.

That ecstatic expression, it's as if the little taste buds are coming up, only in this way can the food be swallowed better.

"Woo——" He had just inhaled halfway and was still savoring it when a pair of large dark hands suddenly stretched out from behind, and the muscular arms locked the man's neck.

"Ugh!" The half-chewed paste spurted out, and his mouth and nose were stuck. The man realized that it was an enemy attack and wanted to notify his companions in the room, but, [Warning: Being invaded. The communication plug-in has been offline. ]

you!

The man finally looked behind him with his bulging eyes. He saw a pair of tactical goggles flashing orange and a signature winged helmet. "Arasaka..." Crack! His cervical vertebra was broken and he was dragged off the engine cover.

In the darkness of night, David, a new recruit in the intern period, remembered the rules and twisted the handle a few more times uncertainly before dragging the dead body to the back of the car. Then he curled up his body and ran quickly to the wall.

"Already in place."

Reporting, he checked his personal status and firearms for the last time through the virtual screen built into the Qilusi tactical prosthetic eye. Except for a slightly faster heart rate, everything was fine. He tightened and loosened his grip on the gun, making sure it was the most suitable and comfortable grip. The implant: the ballistic co-processor, allowed him to constantly check the ammunition and firearm model, just like playing a game.

"Huh..." David let out a light breath, and his irises flashed orange-red light.

Arasaka Security Department System, field encrypted communication channel.

【Xiaofu: Already in position.】

【Shengnan: Take your position.】

【Haggai: Take your place.】

...

In less than five seconds, [Invasion! Target located, shared.]

This is the signal of the team cyber hacker.

In response, David rushed out, holding up the HJSH-18 rifle, and the holographic sight overlapped with the red 01 flashing digital garbled humanoid target shared with the artificial eye. A real moving human target.

The Luan Dao Society, the desperadoes who were driven out of the wanderer tribe, he thought silently.

Kick the door, fully automatic, trigger pulled.

Dadadadadadada! The gun line was held firmly, with almost no shaking. Implants in the base of the thumb and wrist: recoil shock pads. From David's perspective, a line of armor-piercing tungsten-tipped bullets penetrated the forehead of the closest member of the Luan Dao Society to the door. He could see pink mist floating in the air, and the headless body fell heavily, knocking over the chair.

After about six shots were fired, a series of gunshots broke out around the motel.

The door frame of the hotel was torn apart by a burst of intensive fire. The people inside howled and fought back, and the intermittent bullets were inaccurate and rang randomly inside. Broken metal and rotten wood fell from the broken door like rain, and bang!

Bolt action. Kinetic sniper rifle. Large caliber.

There was a loud gunshot, and the mottled wall exploded along with the head of the Luan Dao Society member who was howling the loudest!

It’s Shengnan.

David understood, and while Xiaofu and his teammates continued to suppress the firepower on the other side, he changed the magazine. He sent a message to the internal channel: "I will enter." Four seconds later, he advanced into the room. Teammates also entered from other entrances, such as kicking the door, chiseling the wall, and jumping out the window.

The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the entire space.

David stepped over the bleeding bodies at his feet - some of them were broken.

boom!

The next shot was from Suneo, his rifle smoking and blood gushing out from the neck of an intact corpse at his feet.

After nodding, David continued to clean the first floor of the motel. When he was near the bathroom, he paused for a moment and fired a round through the door. With a muffled groan, blood spurted out. At the moment when David emptied his magazine, Xiaofu cooperated tacitly and kicked the bathroom door open. It was a black man with a gun and blood holes all over his body. David changed the magazine and shot him in the head.

"Empty."

When David and Suneo cleared the first floor, another group of Arasaka soldiers also cleared the second floor and were coming down.

"Shengnan, it's done." said David.

"receive."

On a hill not far from the abandoned motel, Katsuo Tanaka, wearing a full set of polycarbonate bulletproof aramid combat uniform, used the sniper rifle scope to observe the surroundings to make sure that nothing was missed, then turned over and removed the sniper rifle.

Next to him, the deputy who was in charge of close-range security, holding an authentic rifle, immediately stood up.

hum…

The sound of car engines was heard, and two Emperor 620 Ragnars, which had received the signal that the mission was completed, drove over from farther away. The two men got in the car and drove towards the motel.

Soon, David, Xiaofu and other assaulters who were responsible for the attack, who came out of the hotel, also got on the car one by one.

Click.

Close the car door. "It's so easy." Xiaofu first removed the gun from the triggered state and said with a smile.

"The Luan Dao Society is nothing more than a group of stray dogs driven out of their homes by the Wanderer Tribe. It would be strange if we could defeat them." Sheng Nan, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened them and said, "This is the most basic internal duty mission. It ensures the smooth progress of the construction of the new district."

"Uh... Shengnan, what is the specific relationship between Rantokai, Nightwalker, and Wanderer Don?" David, a newbie who couldn't join in the conversation, raised his hand and asked.

Shengnan glanced at David, whose eyes still had a bit of the clarity of a student.

"You..." He couldn't help but shake his head, "You are really a native of Night City."

In a nutshell, the Luan Dao Hui is a group of wandering ghosts who were driven out of the wanderer tribe, and the Night Wandering Ghosts are the Luan Dao Hui gang composed of the scum among these scum.

"My father and I have talked about them. You just need to know that the wanderers can be trusted appropriately, but the Random Swords Society, the Night Walkers, and those rubbish are simply not to be trusted. They attack small villages, small groups of wanderers, and even smaller company transport teams. They often break agreements and detain the client's goods or personnel in exchange for ransom. The reason, there is no reason, just for fun, fun as if they were looking for death."

After listening to Shengnan's words, David nodded thoughtfully.

"No wonder the company specifically hired homeless people and asked us to clean up the knife gang."

After the collapse of the old United States, these migrating, wandering, strong men became very important laborers in the construction of cities and factories. The company gave them money and resources, and they provided labor, and they would voluntarily move away after the work was done. They were excellent tools.

As for the non-recyclable garbage of the night ghosts, no one will let them do construction, they will only cause destruction.

"Okay, let's not talk about these trash. David, how far has the prosthetics doctor progressed with the prosthetics modification he customized for you?" Shengnan changed the subject.

"The basic prosthesis required for tactical functionality has been implanted." David said with a serious expression, "According to the doctor's plan, it will be implanted in batches. After fine-tuning the DNA, subcutaneous armor, artificial muscles, bionic joints, debridement and coagulation, and blood pumps will be implanted within this week."

The company is not like those makeshift mercenary teams. Prosthetic implantation surgery has strict multiple standards. For David, an academic-educated in-house person, the implantation surgery is performed in accordance with the standards of maximizing adaptability and reducing the risk of cyberpsychosis caused by prosthetics eroding nerves, so as to maximize the service period of employees.

Unless you request it yourself or you are the company's experimental subject, the surgical method of stuffing the brain with combat prostheses all at once, which is almost equivalent to creating a cyber-psychosis, is rarely used on potential formal employees.

Shengnan nodded.

"Just in time. By around April, you should be able to complete the implantation and adaptation of the required combat prostheses. By then, the internship period will be over, and our team will have completed its running-in period. Then you can apply to perform field security service tasks." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and slid the rear LCD screen.

"You'd better get ready, David and Suneo." Shengnan pointed at the news footage being projected.

This time it was not WNS News, but the pro-military technology News 54.

[Warning, war may come again! ]

Exaggerated title, heavy voice of the hostess.

"The Austin multilateral dialogue meeting has ended. Arasaka and Military Technology, the Western Free State Local Party and Washington, the two sides have had fierce confrontations and conflicts in various fields over the demands for the revision of the Alvin Peace Agreement. According to people familiar with the matter, this dialogue did not achieve any effective communication, and a new cold war or even a hot war may occur."

David woke up feeling lonely.