Infinity, progress from Arasaka

boom--! ! !

There was a loud bang, and as the black shadow flashed past, the people and the car behind it also turned into a sky full of flames, and the wreckage rolled out with fireworks.

bang bang bang...

A series of rockets were fired from the Arasaka armored hovercraft's intelligent turret, adding fuel to the fire in the smoke-filled vortex factory.

Dozens of militants who rushed out of the factory aggressively were blown into pieces by this wave before they could even finish their words.

In the corner, the man struggled to get up.

He also saw:

"Go to hell!"

He was a big guy who was considered an extremely transformed lunatic in the Uzumaki Gang. He was roaring, and the sound brought by his strong synthetic lungs was like thunder, heading towards the woman in black who was throwing the head in her hand to the Arasaka heavy armored soldier.

boom!

The big guy stomped the ground with his powerful leg and rushed out ten meters at an astonishing speed in an instant.

The skin on the inside of both arms was torn apart from the inside in a flash, revealing the heat sink. Two sickle-shaped limbs, still covered with maintenance fluid, shot out like springs and stabbed straight at the woman like a hunting mantis.

But, disappeared.

Like a phantom, the woman disappeared in an instant and the big guy's attack missed.

That's all the man in the corner could see clearly.

There was no time to think about it, because the figure of the woman in black reappeared in the field of vision.

Still as elegant as ever, neither hurried nor slow, holding a thermal samurai sword behind her back, and in the other hand, a huge shotgun was raised by the woman and held against the back of the big guy, which seemed to be some kind of Kantao style.

boom!

The terrifying kinetic energy impact exploded on the big guy's body. Both metal and flesh were shattered at this moment, and the big guy was torn to pieces in the explosion.

Like a water bag filled with red, white and gray paint, it exploded into blood and flesh.

Da da da--

The killing continues.

Arasaka's heavily armed soldiers used machine guns and shotguns to weave a dense fire network, covering the entire narrow street block.

The woman also continued.

He continued gracefully, in a completely different fighting style from the street boys, with the posture of a dancer.

With the perfect swing of the knife and the rhythm of the slashing of the blade and the hitting of fists and feet, the thugs of the Vortex Gang were either torn apart, or rolled on the street vomiting blood, or slammed heavily into the obstacles and turned into a pool of rotten meat.

The evasive maneuvers, without moving even an inch more, were like a variation of a dance.

Compose a bloody dance of killing.

……

Finally, the man's vision was blocked by the checking Arasaka heavy-armored soldier. The black muzzle of the gun blocked his entire line of sight, the fire lit up, bang!

Colorful mosaic.

“Aa ...

In the small room, on an old sofa with worn leather, a young man let out a cry that was unclear whether it was from pain or pleasure. His body was stretched straight, his hands raised high, his legs leaning forward involuntarily, and he stood on tiptoes and stretched backward with tense force, his whole body moving like a dehydrated fish.

After a long time, perhaps because the aftereffects had worn off, the boy took off the old Mewtwo headband on his head, stood up with a look of surprise, and shouted with shining eyes, "Awesome!"

Unprecedented sensory impact and severe pain at the end of the life of the witnesses broke out at the same time. For many people in 2074, this was a peak sensory impact that was comparable to or even surpassed any drug or sex doll that could be brought about.

The boy combed his mohawk-style dark brown hair, and his brown eyes kept flashing orange-red light.

As the contents of the built-in virtual dialog box flipped, he uttered a sound of surprise.

"This feeling is so wonderful. Doctor, this is much better than watching any movie! Your Braindance is amazing."

Mewtwo, or "Alternative Reality Process," is a virtual reality technology that uses devices implanted in the human body to record experience fragments including images, sounds, sensations, spatial information, etc.

It is a popular form of entertainment, a form of misogyny programming used in crime, a military simulator, and can even be used as a psychotherapy tool. How it is used is entirely up to the user.

Jingle Bell.

Cyborg Doctor: "Of course, the cool thing is that JK edited this masterpiece. Mewtwo was created using the fresh memories extracted from the fresh brain matter of the Uzumaki Gang who just died two hours ago."

"It's a pity that this is not the complete version. The one you watched was just a scene where a Uzumaki gang sentry fled after discovering Arasaka's army, and ended up accidentally witnessing all this from a bystander's perspective."

"He's probably the longest-lived soldier. JK uses him as a promotional video for his experience."

"Last night, the industrial area in northern Watson was bustling with activity. The really cool ones were the crazy people who fought against Arasaka's war machines. It would be really cool if the memories in their heads were edited and made into Mewtwo. But the price is another matter."

"Arasaka..." Speaking of Arasaka, the boy's mood suddenly became low and melancholy.

"Are they really that strong? That good?"

He thought of the fully armed Arasaka heavy soldiers in Mewtwo, and the Arasaka female commander who regarded the transformed lunatics of the Uzumaki Gang as chickens and dogs.

Cyborg Doctor: "Pfft, who doesn't know how powerful Arasaka is? They are the number one super tycoon in Night City, and the 'emperor' above the heads of ordinary people like us. But as for whether they are good or not... hehe, it depends on what you think."

"I say, David, didn't Mrs. Martinez want to send you to the academy in Arasaka Tower? She even bought you a Mewtwo headband for study, but you used it to look at these extracurricular toys first."

"Correct."

Ignoring the prosthetic doctor's teasing, the Mohawk boy named David sat on the sofa, his eyes wandering towards the roof of his home.

"But I really don't like the way they look at me. When I signed up, they clearly looked down on me, so why did I still try to get ahead of them?"

Cyborg Doctor: "Ha, this is the road to becoming a corporate dog..."

Boom!

light is on.

"David!"

"Woooooooo!" David quickly hung up the call with the prosthetic doctor and looked towards the door with evasive eyes. The red-haired woman in yellow clothes who pushed open the door was glaring at him. "Mom." David lowered his head and called out.

"I didn't buy you the Mewtwo Headband for you to use for entertainment."

David Martinez's mother, Gloria Martinez, walked into the house with tired but excited steps. Looking at her son who was not wearing the Arasaka Tower Academy uniform, she sighed and couldn't help but preach.

"Hey, I know. Sorry, Mom..."

"No need to promise, just do it and show me. Today is the freshman entrance ceremony for Arasaka Tower Academy. After working all night, the medical center gave me a rare day off... because I was attending the Arasaka ceremony. So, you must become that kind of person."

Putting the handbag on the coffee table, Gloria walked forward and carefully took care of David's appearance while chattering. She unpacked the Arasaka Tower Academy uniform and gestured to David to put it on with expectation.

"My...Mom..."

David took the uniform from his mother with mixed emotions.

"Go ahead and dress up nicely. We can't be late for the freshman orientation ceremony."

Gloria said gently, and after David took the clothes, she turned on the home projection TV and prepared to watch the news reporting on the freshman ceremony of Arasaka Tower Academy.

"Good morning, Night City!"

Night City radio host Stanley's passionate and iconic voice suddenly sounded.

Old friends who couldn’t be more familiar.

Just as Gloria was about to change the channel.

"Hey, hey, hey, guess how many were in yesterday's dead man's lottery? Was it thirty? Fifty? Or a hundred? None of them!

Thanks to the Uzumaki Gang's transformation lunatics, who were too ambitious and incompetent, they could have robbed Arasaka's goods. Hundreds of people died in the Watson Old Industrial Zone alone last night! This is still a complete corpse.

As we all know, there is an old saying, right, a new official starts with three big moves. Didn't Arasaka's security department have a new executive recently? The Uzumaki Gang chose to touch Arasaka's goods at this time, isn't this a slap in their face?

At this time, who cares if the cost of your action is not proportional to the gain. The Uzumaki Gang was used as a chicken to scare the monkeys by our newly appointed Arasaka big shot. Snap, it was slaughtered. How sad! "

……

Gloria didn't listen carefully to Stanley's loudspeaker words, but she noticed one sentence: "Hundreds of people died in the old industrial area of ​​Watson alone."

David needs a lot of money to go to school, and that's a level she can barely support by working eighteen hours a day. If... she could scavenge for scraps in the Uzumaki Gang's territory after Watson and Arasaka's raid, where so many people died in the big melee, even if she just dug out garbage from the garbage dump, she should be able to make some money.

"mom."

"mom?"

"mom!"

"Ah! David..."

Awakened by her son's call, Gloria looked at David who was wearing a school uniform. It must be said that clothes make the man. No matter what Arasaka is like, Arasaka's aesthetic is still online. David in uniform is indeed a handsome man.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? So serious..."

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how to reward my son after the ceremony." Gloria didn't want to talk more about this topic. She patted David's shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the academy."

......

2074/6/1，7/50

414 Russell Homes Apartments, Westbrook, NE, USA

"Ha~"

After having a good release of energy and a good night's sleep last night, Vera walked out of the house, stretched, yawned lazily, twisted her neck, and walked slowly towards the helipad of her own hovercraft.

"Destination, Arasaka Tower Academy."

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PS: This chapter cannot be divided into two chapters, so I combined it into one.

Chapter 016 Aftermath

"Destination, Arasaka Tower Academy."

'Holy Sword' luxury business-type hovercraft onboard AI: [Received, route planned, heading to Night City Arasaka Tower Academy. ]

hum…

The landing gear was retracted, the hatch closed, the blue tail flames under the four vector engines lit up, and the hovercraft slowly rose into the air. The intelligent system inside the car played today's morning news in a timely manner according to the habits set by Vera.

"This is Night City News. We are now reporting an important report. Last night, a major firefight occurred in the old industrial area in the northern Watson District of Night City..."

After taking a look at the journalist's meticulous report on the holographic projection screen, Vera changed into a comfortable sitting position and lazily buried herself in the soft sofa backrest. While adjusting her state, she contacted her subordinates and checked the files on the built-in perspective virtual grid.

"Have the bodyguards stand by at Arasaka Tower Academy. Yes."

"Information Department, my name is Vera Adelheid. Yes, I have registered in advance. I will be attending the freshman entrance ceremony of Arasaka Tower Academy this morning."

Vera's life habits are that unless it is high priority, high urgency, or important matters, or information emails from necessary contacts, which can wake her up anytime and anywhere, other routine daily administrative documents and life consultations will be intercepted by the intelligent program of the operating system set up by Vera.

We are executives, not soldiers.

There is no need to treat the company as your home and be on call at all times.

It's not like we're on a field mission or in a company war, so we should leave work and deal with it when we get to work. We work all year round, from 8 am to 12 pm, so that little bit of personal rest time is not too much.

"Hey, this is it?"

As she flipped through the documents, Vera's search thought signals swept through the daily routine report documents until they came to the description of a message in the inbox. She was stunned for a moment.

【News: Dead Man’s Lottery】

[Congratulations, you have guessed the winning number of today's Dead Man's Lotto! The lucky prize is 77777 Euros and a Chevrolet Kaiser 620 RAGNAR! Please take good care of it when driving it! ]

--picture--

Vera's eyes moved, and she switched to a program hosted by Night City's famous talk show host Stanley: "...As for the Uzumaki Gang, I heard that a gang leader has passed away. I think the Uzumaki Gang must have suffered a lot of losses, but they have to swallow this humiliation. After all, that's Arasaka."