Infinity, progress from Arasaka

The impact of the end of the war is that Night City broke away from New America and the Free State, becoming an independent city that can freely communicate with the international community. Therefore, Arasaka, who was originally banned from entering other countries, took advantage of this to return to Night City and develop international business again.

2074:

The 16-year-old David Martinez enrolled in Arasaka Academy with the support of his mother.

2075:

17-year-old David Martinez studied at Arasaka Academy, but dropped out due to his mother's death and being ostracized by his classmates. After meeting the mysterious woman Lucy (21 years old when she appeared), he became a cyberpunk.

2076:

David Martinez, 18 years old, a Cyberpunk who quickly became a legend in one year, the youngest legend, was killed by Adam Hammer in Arasaka Tower Plaza in Night City.

2077:

The main story of "Cyberpunk 2077" takes place.

Company V, Frankfurt incident.

Well, let me just give you a brief summary (it's free anyway), and don't relate it to reality. If there are any errors or additions, please point them out. (I emphasize this again! This is not written by me, it's the original! The original! The original!)

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Volume One

Chapter 001: In Arasaka, I am a company dog ​​(Please collect)

Noisy and bustling.

This is a city full of charm and vitality. At least it used to be...

Buzz…buzz…

The sun is shining brightly, in broad daylight, fire and smoke rise up in every corner of the bizarre city along with the sound of martial law alarms.

The air was very hot and dry, filled with the indescribable stench of smoked and roasted protein meat without blood or viscera removed, and the pungent smell of burning electronic components.

The once bustling overpasses and rail trains have long been shut down, replaced by a concentrated display of the violent side of humans and their creations.

Sirens wailed and crowds of people gathered.

The surging crowd, like a tide, rushed towards the cordon lines set up by the police in various streets. Next to the live warning line generator that exploded with electric sparks, a row of public security police and humanoid security robots stood with weapons, using the police cars that had undergone certain armored modifications as cover.

"【Warning, warning. Citizens of the city, your actions have violated the city's public security management regulations.】"

The police security robot used a loudspeaker to continue giving formulaic recorded advice to the uncontrolled crowd, which had already turned from a demonstration into an organized riot.

"【This is your last warning. Please stop the illegal behavior immediately. According to the safety guidelines, this machine has been authorized by the Public Security Ordinance...】"

"Fuck you stupid robots! Get out of our city!"

Along with the shouting and cursing, a firebomb was thrown out from the crowd, bang. A fireball exploded in front of the police car, and the flames rose. The city sheriffs reflexively avoided and crouched, "Enemy attack!"

Unlike the human patrolmen who might still hesitate, the security robot's formulaic advice ended immediately. According to the procedure, it pulled the trigger almost as soon as the crowd crossed the cordon, and knocked the mob who crossed the cordon to the ground.

At the same time, several security robots holding automatic machine guns turned their heads, and the red light of the scanner covered the crowd. The hooded man who was obviously trying to hide after making a throwing motion, and the men and women who were about to draw their guns and explosives were reflected in the sensors. The muzzles of the guns were raised, locked, and the large-caliber heavy bullets were fired. For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire.

Da da da da da——

After just a few seconds, the interwoven fire network covered the crowd ahead on the road from multiple directions.

Whether innocent people were harmed or whether the sentence was too heavy is no longer important at this moment.

The bullets shot straight through the crowd, hit the abandoned vehicles on the road, penetrated the prosthesis, and tore the flesh apart. Suddenly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, sparks flew everywhere, and a white liquid that was not sure whether it was engine oil, coolant, or nutrient solution mixed with the damaged prosthesis remnants and pieces of flesh was splashing.

The screams of demonstrators, the curses of rioters, and the howls of those who were lucky enough to survive echoed in the field.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that on the city's main traffic arteries, sparks of explosions, fires, and short circuits caused by electrical equipment damage all burst out at the same time as if they had agreed to do so.

The city was crying... No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the city, which had long since shed dry tears, was naturally burning again.

...

Civic Center.

Arasaka Building.

It is icy quiet, with dark metallic tones throughout. In this cold and towering world, elegant Japanese classical music is echoing.

It's like being in another world.

Everything here is still in good order. The company employees are either busy with their respective tasks or taking a rest in the bar tea room between the office partitions, chatting and laughing in low voices about the fun happening in the city.

It was as if the riots downtown a block away had never happened.

Mid-level tactical command center.

drip...

The subtle sound of fingers tapping on the silent keyboard could be heard from time to time, and the split screen emitted light, illuminating the cold faces of people with traces of cyber plug-ins.

Inside the room, a group of tall figures stood quietly.

They were wearing thick, black and white insulated combat uniforms, two-stage heavy armor like warriors, fully armed, and wearing tactical helmets with stand-up ornaments. Because of the light from the computer screen, the black and white clover logo on the shoulder armor and neck armor reflected a faint fluorescence.

A combat soldier of the Arasaka Security Department.

Surrounded by Arasaka soldiers and sitting next to the central console of the tactical command center was a young-looking blonde woman who was leaning against the back of a chair.

Judging from her appearance, the woman was probably in her early twenties, tall and well-proportioned, and it was hard to tell how much prosthetic transformation she had undergone.

She has shoulder-length hair in a color ranging from golden to silver, tied into a ponytail and falling behind her head. She has delicate features and a pretty face even without makeup. This is enough to be the spokesperson for a cosmetics company and the image spokesperson for the company's public relations department. She is wearing a dark, slim-fitting uniform that is full of technological style.

rustle…

The blonde woman stroked the tabletop with her fingers, staring at the surveillance footage transmitted back from the monitoring centers in the neighborhood: the city police units were engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with crazed gang members, mercenaries looking to make a quick buck, people who bought things for free, ambitious people trying to fish in troubled waters, and a very small number of idealists with justice in their hearts.

Funded by the company, heavy armored transport vehicles filled with armed police officers and security robots from the city police department arrived at the front line of the riot one after another.

At present, the police only need to block the road to the city center and do not need the support of the company’s armed forces.

"Is this all?"

With a sigh, the blonde woman moved her slender and flexible fingers slightly, then turned her chair, turned her back to her subordinates, walked to the kitchen cabinet by the wall, and gently turned the antique horn-style phonograph on the cabinet, playing the tune of the classical music from the uplifting to the end, with a little sadness.

"Super monopoly capitalism..." He murmured silently.

The waxed counter reflected the blonde woman's slightly complicated eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

"Captain Vera, the 'fish' has been caught. The necessary evidence is in hand, the personnel list has been confirmed, and our people are in place. Shall we start the operation?"

Just as the blonde woman silently lit up a high-end cigarette, letting the curling smoke slowly dissipate before her eyes, one of the Arasaka soldiers stepped forward.

"Huh... After so many days of petty quarrels, it's finally erupting after all our fanning the flames. Well, it's time to close the internet."

Vera exhaled lightly, holding a high-end cigarette between her fingers, and stepped back to the big screen. She looked at the bird's-eye view that changed in response to the sound on the screen:

In the tactical command center, under the real-time monitoring and data locking of Arasaka hackers equipped with high-end access cabins, one gang leader after another, cyberpunk mercenaries, agitators, and corporate opponents were identified and marked from the crowd, and even from their hiding homes and safe houses.

Vera knew very well that after her order was issued, at least a thousand people would be dealt with within an hour.

There will definitely be accidental injuries. Even an Arasaka hacker with all the top-notch equipment is not omnipotent, and there will definitely be errors in the identified targets.

However, the company never cares about this small error.

They would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go, no matter which company it is.

The company requires Vera to be efficient, so she must be efficient in order to make progress...

She has become accustomed to it and numb to it.

Ever since she came into this world and decided to climb up, she has alienated her former conscience.

Her only conscience was to kill these people quickly and cleanly.

In front of the company, especially the world giant like Arasaka Group, when the company decides to leave, the failure of these people on the screen is doomed. Letting you taste a little sweetness first is just to maximize the benefits.

"First, they ignited topics on the streets to stir up heat and intensify social conflicts. Then, they secretly guided the demonstration procession and launched an attack when the crowd approached the wealthy areas and the city center. They used ordinary citizens as a shield to launch riots against the middle and upper classes of the city. Tsk, it's a good method, but what do they want..."

With the summary work of Arasaka field staff and intelligence analysts, it was easy to uncover the causes and consequences of those guys who suddenly launched the attack.

The cause of the incident is both complex and simple.

It is nothing more than that the Brazilian authorities exploited too much, the people below could not survive, conflicts intensified, and some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos and fanned the flames. Then, the fire was started. It is hard to say whether there was any profit or how much profit, but under the influence of many other external factors, the "fire" got out of control and became like this.

If there were no people from other large companies interfering and confusing the public, the report summarized by Vera should be basically in line with reality.

"Let these unruly people die. They dared to resist and kill my horse. They are no longer ordinary unruly people. We must deal a heavy blow to them." This is probably the psychological state of the Brazilian authorities at this time.

The situation was getting out of control, and the "person who started the fire" might burn himself to death or escape early, but the Brazilian authorities wanted to put out the fire, so after careful consideration, they chose to spend a large sum of money to order the security services of the Arasaka Group.

And that’s why Vera came to Rio de Janeiro.

She was transferred to the Arasaka South American Investigation Team, whose mission was to complete the security services ordered by the Brazilian authorities to the Arasaka Group - suppressing local forces, clearing up riots, and eliminating terrorist organizations in Rio de Janeiro.

As for the definition of a terrorist organization, haha… as long as it is for the employer, that’s fine.

Vera flicked off the ash silently and put out the cigarette she had taken a few puffs of into the ashtray. She didn't need to figure this out, nor did she want to delve into it.

In any case, the root of the problem must lie with the company in the end.

Everyone says so. The lost legends of the past also say so.

"Oh, right, let's analyze the surveillance footage we've collected these days and find out who danced the most happily. We'll compare and see who wasn't there when the show started. As long as they're still in Rio, we'll deal with the ones who got scared and shied away as well."

Thinking of something, Vera stopped pacing as she stared at the Arasaka soldiers on the screen who had already started to act. Her indigo pupils flashed a red grid on the built-in virtual screen, and she sent another order to the special assault force subordinates who had walked out of the tactical command center.

If you want to kill, kill them all. If you want to purge, purge them thoroughly!

Satisfy the Brazilian employers, let the reputation of the Arasaka Security Department's public security services take root in this land, and let Rio de Janeiro be stable for a few more years...

The employers who suffered losses in this riot must hate her deeply. It is not her responsibility to reduce the losses of urban residents. As an outsider security and stability maintenance service personnel, the more cruelly she kills, the higher the evaluation of employers will be, the better her performance will be, and the more bonuses she will get.

It’s all about progress.

Someone is going to die anyway, so let you suffer a little more and make the number even, which will benefit you and me.

After adjusting her mindset to be an excellent company dog, Vera returned to her command position and sat down. She signaled the technical staff of the tactical center to track the tasks of each field team in real time, called up the monitoring system, and watched it with relish.

These small fry are not enough to make her run to the streets to fight. After all, she is still a middle-level manager of the company. Well, a middle-to-lower-level cadre who has stepped into the threshold of leadership is also an official, right?

From the surveillance, it can be seen that the special assault team she brought to Rio de Janeiro has already started the operation. With the cooperation of the local Arasaka branch rangers in Brazil, they are arresting and executing the "terrorists" marked on the list one by one.

Among them was the execution of the leader of the largest street gang in Rio.

name……

unimportant.

Anyway, one thing is certain, this guy has stolen a lot of money from the Rio City Government in the past, so he is considered a rather rebellious guy.

As for Vera, of course she was venting her anger on behalf of her financial sponsor. It just so happened that this guy was well-informed and had taken over a lot of territory during the riot, so it wasn't unfair.

Instead, "the reconstruction of urban infrastructure..."

Looking at the streets ablaze and the buildings that were smashed, looted and burned on the big screen, Vera's lips curled up slightly and she whispered to herself: "...someone in the company should be interested." Before she finished speaking, her eyes flashed red with communication data.

"Night City Information Department, I'm Adelheid, Night City Security Department, Security Headquarters, Special Assault Force..."

"Yes, I am now on a security mission in Rio de Janeiro... Yes, there is good news. I have a freshly baked detailed map and real-time recording of the damage to Rio de Janeiro's urban infrastructure... I think these are enough, you know."

"Well, let's go the official route. Yes, contact friends in the company's engineering and construction department to see if they want to have a piece of the pie in the road of Rio de Janeiro's reconstruction... It's very fresh... Yes, there should be no one who has a better say than me who is on the scene to carry out the suppression. Let them prepare relevant plans for urban reconstruction in advance..."

...

The corporate dogs at the city center have begun to discuss the issue of post-riot reconstruction in the city, but in more parts of Rio de Janeiro, during this period of time when order has disappeared, riots have ruthlessly destroyed all the tranquility of the city.

Law-abiding people are in a state of panic amid the chaos of gang fights and zero-dollar shopping, and the security battle of Arasaka security personnel is also in full swing.

Just as Vera never worried about the failure of this mission, without the intervention of other forces or with limited intervention, the "terrorist organization" in Rio de Janeiro is just a mob.

It collapses at the first touch.

In a corner of the city, a particularly violent explosion shook the camp of Rio de Janeiro's largest gang, drowning out the howling of the surrounding minions who were still excitedly counting the spoils looted from the wealthy areas and commercial streets.