Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Hot war. The metal war from 6 years ago?

If he remembered correctly, Director Vera Adelheid's parents died in that war.

Will corporate wars break out again?

David, who had completed the history course of Arasaka Academy, naturally knew about the Fourth Corporate War that Arasaka fought against Militech half a century ago. The company square was hit by a nuclear bomb, Arasaka Tower collapsed, CEO Kei Arasaka was assassinated, and hundreds of thousands of people died overnight.

And now, he and his mother had just moved to Heywood and settled down, and they had only lived a few days of peace and quiet. If the company war broke out again...

Involuntarily, David looked through the car window towards Night City, his home.

Through the dusty yellow haze, one seems to be able to glimpse the city's neon-lit skyscrapers and holographic billboards.

David stared at it, not knowing what he was thinking. He seemed a little sad, a little determined, and a little heavy.

Until, ding dong!

beep beep-

【notice!】

Inside the car, everyone's expressions were shocked.

It is the reminder tone of the company's high-authority notification emails across departments.

[Arasaka Night City Headquarters, Information Department]: "We hereby inform all employees of Night City and the North American region of Los Angeles, Seattle, San Francisco, San Diego... Arasaka Corporation to enter the first level combat readiness state."

“2076年3月30日，夜之城时间19点56分29秒。刚刚结束奥斯汀外事对话会议的薇拉·阿德尔海德·罗素理事所乘专车于美墨边境华雷斯市附近遇袭。”

In an instant, the smiles on David and Shengnan's faces disappeared.

The director was assassinated?!

...

Ten minutes ago.

Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.

A secret field branch of the New American Federal Intelligence Agency.

"Yes, I will control my subordinates."

Click. Next to the lamp, a bald, brown-skinned giant hung up the phone in a deep voice.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Bang! He stood up in an instant.

He revealed his muscular body and overturned the tables and chairs, causing the items on the tables to jump and scatter to the ground.

"Shit! The bigger picture, just know her bitch's bigger picture! Miles is a coward! Those bastards sitting in offices in Washington!"

He clenched his hands into fists, exposing the chitinous shells on his skin and the epidermal armor covering the bulging artificial muscles to outsiders. With a curse, he slammed the table on the other side, making a dull and heavy cracking sound. The stacked computers and monitors fell to the ground, glass splattered, and electric arcs exploded.

"The concessions we made six years ago weren't enough, do you still want to make concessions now?!"

Cursing angrily, his eyes began to flicker abnormally and violently at some point, sometimes in data stream, sometimes in normal state, and sometimes in combat mode. He raised his hands and scratched his forehead, and before he knew it, the artificial leather was torn off and blood flowed out.

"Boss?" Seeing this scene, the agents who were clamoring to go into battle just a moment ago all showed shock on their faces and subconsciously took a step back.

"not good!"

Some agents realized that this was the beginning of an outbreak!

"Mendoza! Calm down."

The bearded man in a cowboy hat hurriedly grabbed a few pneumatic injectables with the Arasaka clover logo from the drawer, which looked out of place in the environment, and ran over. He stabbed the prosthetic neck of the giant who was already shaking his head and had an increasingly creepy smile on his face!

"Huh...Thanks, Micah." With a heavy breath, the giant named Mendoza opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the remaining suppressors in Micah's hand without any question.

"Wait, Mendoza, you're not going to..."

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

After three consecutive shots, the brown-skinned giant who had the suppressor inserted into his arm showed a mouthful of steel teeth and smiled ferociously.

"It's okay, Micah. I was going to die anyway. And thank you for your help. If it weren't for Arasaka's little gadget, I might have gone crazy a long time ago. Since it has kept me sane until now, is it God's will that I should take revenge on Arasaka, and on that little bitch Russell?"

"Micah, you're going to have my back, right?"

Mendoza's grin widened and he turned to look at Micah.

"Wait. Agent Mendoza, you are not in a good condition to attack, and the order from Washington is to continue--"

boom!

A bloody flower burst out from the talkative agent's forehead as the gunshot went off, and he fell to the ground with only his jawbone still moving.

"War. This is war, my friend. The officials in Washington know nothing. The opportunity is fleeting..."

Mendoza put down the pistol with smoking muzzle in his hand and said, "Wouldn't it be nice to kill a high-ranking official of Arasaka to cheer everyone up? Are you all afraid of her?" He tilted his head and asked.

Looking at the Arasaka floating fleet that was about to pass through Juarez on the radar screen, he smiled, a very bright smile.

At this moment, he seemed to see his master, the ace agent Solomon Lee, who recruited him into the CIA and trained him for a period of time, waving at him.

He died because of Arasaka's pursuit and because of Miles' weakness.

The next moment, he seemed to see again the younger generations who had inherited Li De's teachings and were taught by the elders.

They died too.

Because he went north to participate in the covert operation against Arasaka, he encountered Vera Adelheid, who had not yet come to power.

"Hahaha...here I come."

Arms outstretched, Mendoza smiled.

He has gone crazy and even inhibitors can't control him.

Micah thought silently and pressed down the cowboy hat on his head. Under the brim of the hat were a pair of dark eyes.

"What a strange errand. Well, it has nothing to do with me."

...

At the same time, the Arasaka hovercraft fleet returned to Night City in Northern California from Austin, Texas via Mexico.

In a private car.

High-frequency data streams flashed in her indigo eyes. Vera crossed her legs, propped her chin up, and tapped the armrest of the seat with her right hand.

She focused her sight on the car's holographic screen that was glowing red with an alarm:

呲——

A missile suddenly rose into the air in the vast wilderness, dragging a series of curved tracks and biting towards the hovercraft formation.

"Are you coming?"

Vera's mouth widened, her irises contracted, her smile full of danger and cunning.

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Chapter 110: The Self-Torture Scheme

At night, the border between Chihuahua and New Mexico in Mexico takes on a bleak dark color.

Apart from the occasional blowing sandstorm, there is no other life.

Suddenly, in all directions in the distance, clusters of bright flames emerged from the dark horizon, the flames raged, and there were crackling sounds.

Roaring, vibrating...

The afterflames of the explosion appeared on the barren Gobi Desert, with small EMPs (electromagnetic pulses), shrapnel, chain explosions, crashed heavy armored drones the size of trucks, and drones falling like flying birds. Amid the continuous muffled sounds, when the wind blew, even the air seemed to become extremely hot.

The chaotic, elongated orange lines look like the brush of a postmodern abstract painter.

It was a track formed by a mixture of light attack drones, heavy octants, rockets, missiles, infrared decoy bombs, and hovercraft.

puff-

Next to the burning wreckage of the Bratsk U4020 that had overturned on its side in the sand, a man with a Latino face lowered his head, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. White foamy blood spurted onto the yellow sand from the deep cut on his neck that almost severed his jawbone, cervical vertebrae and brain stem.

The two limp prosthetic arms still ejected the charged mantis blades. The folding structure of one blade was broken, making a strange sound of leakage.

Several small arcs of electricity exploded.

The shattered bodies of the other seventeen or eighteen cybernetic attackers were lying not far away. Some had their chests torn open by thorns, some were sawed in half from head to toe, and some were simply beheaded...

The air smelled of burnt metal and burnt grease.

This brutal scene of Khorne made the administrative staff of Arasaka's External Affairs Department who were participating in the "Austin Multivariate Dialogue Conference" frown and subconsciously look away.

"Director...Director, are you okay?"

The explorer made an emergency landing in a commercial armored hovercraft.

As the deputy representative of the Arasaka delegation at this meeting and Vera's deputy, the well-dressed foreign affairs officer Masao Mizuno picked up the black gold box that his superior had dropped not long ago, and looked at the blood-stained figure captured by the surveillance camera with horror.

"No problem, they are just a bunch of fools who are desperate."

Bathed in blood and minced meat, holding a bloody black and red long-bladed spear, and wearing a bloodstained dark Arasaka office uniform, Vera let go of the disemboweled attacker in her hands.

The shock caused by the EMP (electromagnetic pulse) missile explosion just now made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although high-end prosthetics and military vehicles are all designed with anti-EMP, and Vera has a special anti-EMP plug-in and her own high resistance, military technology is not just for show.

After being hit several times at such a close distance, the hovercraft's central control system was disconnected and short-circuited, not to mention the motion sickness and the pricking sensation in her brain, which made her movements more violent.

Vera kept moving while speaking, and when she saw a certain unusually shiny and stealthy figure in her vision, she flashed in a flash.

The gun blade cut through, and she felt resistance on the gun blade. There was a scream, and a wound appeared in midair, and blood sprayed on the flashing "picture" and Vera's clothes.

Optical camouflage.

Vera expressionlessly pulled the trigger of the TKI-20 Shingen intelligent submachine gun, fired six shots in a row, and accurately tracked the bullets, locking them twice in the eyes, twice in the heart, and twice in the neck, and blood spurted out.

"Activate the Cyborg Tyrant. Has it rebooted?"

Wiping off the blood stains on her face, she gave the order with data streams flashing in her red eyes.

[AI: Restarted. Activating 60% →]

"Build defenses, power up and activate all security robots, release drones, soldier."

Vera said this to the Arasaka heavy armored guard force that was accompanying her.

She grabbed the soldier she had just rescued from the highly prosthetic attacker and dragged him behind the Gobi rock behind her.

"Yes...yes! Director!" the soldier said excitedly with some stammering.

"Ah."

Vera nodded slightly and glanced around to observe the situation at the scene.

The scene was filled with gunfire and bullets, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters where the fleet of hovercraft had temporarily landed to build a defensive position.

The field of vision was filled with broken pieces of weapon parts and burning light armored vehicles, mixed with a dozen damaged armed robots.

In the distance, there was an Arasaka Octant heavy drone that was shot down while protecting Vera's special car from bullets. It was shattered into pieces, exploded, and burned. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the scene red.

From the moment the vehicle-mounted radar detected the attack, several EMP missiles mixed in with the anti-aircraft missiles that were deflected by the infrared decoy flares temporarily paralyzed the entire program of the Arasaka hovercraft formation.

It can fly hard, but if it flies slowly, with its weapon system half-paralyzed in mid-air, it will undoubtedly be a target.

So Vera immediately asked the entire fleet to make an emergency landing. The attack signal had been sent out, and a defense circle was set up on the spot. The accompanying network hackers were asked to restart the system...

This is a lie.

This is a half-written play.

Vera is acting hard.