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The most mature results of this controlled solution catalysis are some green giants that are more than two meters tall and have no hair on their bodies.

This thing is called the "Hundred-Handed Giant" within the project. Of course, it got this name because this creature can differentiate dozens of tentacles from its body to attack the enemy.

This monster retains human intelligence and possesses high combat power. It can almost single-handedly defeat a squad of soldiers by waving its tentacles.

While success sounds good, it is not the reality.

The top executives of the biotechnology company were disappointed that Moritz had only come up with this kind of thing. Although this "hundred-armed giant" played a key role in suppressing street riots with its super high recovery ability and tentacle attack characteristics, it had too many flaws.

The first is that the cost is too high.

Although "Compound No. 4" is a degraded version of the green pulp, it is still highly corrosive to living things. If a person injects it rashly, the body will explode and die, turning into a pool of tentacles.

Therefore, Moritz had to dilute "Compound No. 4" again and obtained some extremely small amounts of green solution, which he injected into the experimental subjects at regular intervals, allowing them to gradually adapt to the green solution in preparation for the final baptism of Compound No. 4 and "evolution" into a hundred-armed giant.

But even that doesn’t work.

Humans, or rather, organisms, have a very poor acceptance of this mysterious solution. Hundreds of experimental subjects may only successfully produce a giant with a hundred hands.

The disparity between input and output made the top leaders disappointed with Moritz's biological weapons program.

At this time, Anders, who came to them for refuge, became their hope to save this failed plan.

They hope to use the neural network technology mastered by Anders to adjust the direction of their plans.

Chapter 189 Don’t try to guess what a girl is thinking…

Facing the solicitation of biotechnology.

This is the attitude of Anders Hermann, a former senior technical engineer at Arasaka.

I almost laughed out loud.

Yes, indeed.

He simply looked down upon the research and development program of this so-called "organic biological weapon".

In his opinion, researching corn alcohol fuel is more profitable than this thing.

After going through so much trouble, they only managed to develop some biochemical soldiers whose combat power is comparable to that of armored vehicles.

Then comes the problem.

Why not just develop armored vehicles? That would be more effective faster.

Therefore, Anders' contemptuous words almost made the hook-nosed old man Moritz have a heart attack.

So Anders picked up the bucket and ran away again, running to Kantao, who offered a higher price and respected his technology more.

"So, it's that simple?"

Mitsuhide heard everything.

I feel a bit complicated.

It turns out that the one that is targeting us is a sunset sector in the biotechnology industry.

"Yes, it's that simple."

Anders subconsciously wanted to push up his glasses, but then he realized that his hands were tied tightly.

"In fact, it turned out just as I expected. After I left Biotech, I heard that Dr. Moritz almost went crazy. He commissioned gangs to collect large quantities of experimental subjects on the streets, just to produce some results before Biotech abolished the project."

"But in my opinion, he won't be able to accomplish anything in the end."

"There is no way a living organism made of protein can gain an advantage over a metal machine."

Anders jumped to the conclusion.

You can't tell that he is still a supporter of machinery.

Mitsuhide listened and nodded in agreement.

Forget about the disgusting biological weapons.

Aren’t tall metal carrots delicious?

"Well said, but now please tell me the location of the biological weapons laboratory you know of."

"Uh, haha, although they asked me to go there with my eyes blindfolded, I also happened to use some other method to record the location of the laboratory."

"After all, having more things in your mind can either help you make money or save your life."

"Oh, you have a pretty good brain."

Looking at Anders, who had taken sophisticated egoism to the extreme, Mitsuhide couldn't help but laugh.

My goodness, they say curiosity kills the cat.

The more you know, the faster you die.

As a result, Anders did the opposite and filled his mind with secrets.

As a result, people from these big companies all wanted to get a hold of him.

When a person is more valuable alive than dead, killing him or her is obviously an uneconomical decision.

This is especially true for profit-driven companies.

"Smart ass."

Mitsuhide praised sincerely.

"Okay, I have asked almost all the questions. Please get some more sleep from now on."

"What? Wait..."

Anders, who had just passed the coordinates of the biotechnology laboratory to Mitsuhide, looked up in surprise when he heard this.

But this look up was just right.

There was only a sound of "bang".

Mitsuhide punched Anders in the face with a spirit-infusing punch, injecting the honeycomb spirit into him while simultaneously sending him into a sweet sleep.

Wraygood.

Unbiased and very accurate.

Retracting his fist, Mitsuhide grabbed the rope on Anders, lifted him up and carried him on his shoulder, then walked out of the abandoned iron shed.

"Interrogation completed?"

"Yeah, it's all done."

When Mitsuhide came out carrying the unconscious Anders, Panam, who was leaning against the car body outside, asked casually.

"The Gestapo time is over."

"So what should we do next? Kill him?"

Panam leaned against the car with his hands folded, frowned and looked at Mitsuhide who stuffed Anders into the car and asked.

"Kill him? Please don't say such horrible things."

Mitsuhide clapped his hands and closed the car door, but when he heard Panam say that, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"We are talking about fraternity and Demaxi here. How could we do something so horrible as taking someone's life?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Listening to Kwang-soo's exaggerated tone, Panam knew that this guy was teasing her again.

"Forehead......"

Seeing that Panam had learned his lesson and had fallen into his trap, Mitsuhide could only awkwardly brush off the sand on his thighs and lean against the car like Panam.

"Just wait a little longer, my companions will be here soon, and then we will send this guy to a place where no one can find him."

"It seems that our cooperation has come to an end."

Looking at the tin hut in front of him and listening to the iron plates creaking in the wind, Mitsuhide felt a little relieved.

Things are changing.

At least for now, I have obtained a lot of information.

Intelligence that could change the situation.

The most important thing, of course, is the coordinates of the biotechnology laboratories that develop biological and chemical weapons.

She had been sure that she would take revenge.

This is no joke.

What about the company? Can't we fight?

If she loses the fight, the worst that can happen is that she runs away to a bad place and fights guerrilla warfare.

Johnny said it.

If you are a man, you have to fight.

Mitsuhide was feeling very proud of himself, but Panam beside him was not in such a good mood.

Yes, the cooperation is over.

She got her car and goods back.

But what next?

The wanderer Panam couldn't help but have doubts.

What path should I take in the future?

Should I continue to work under Rogge in transportation, or return to the tribe.

This is really a dilemma.

After being away for such a long time, to be honest, her anger towards the tribe had subsided a little.

After all, she didn't really hate her own tribe, she just had some complaints about some of the actions of their leader Thor.

So, now she is in a dilemma, struggling over whether to stay in Night City or return to the tribe.

Look at Mitsuhide who is leaning against the flow.

Somehow, Panam wanted to ask this guy for his opinion.

The other person's carefree and optimistic attitude seemed to infect her.

Let her try to find some advice from him.

"that......"

As soon as Panam opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the roar of an engine.

Looking up, I saw a van approaching from the end of the sand.

Panam was about to grab the gun but was stopped by Guangxiu.

"Don't worry, this is one of ours."

Looking at the truck that stopped in front of him, Mitsuhide shook his head in relief.

Oh boy, it’s finally here.

The car door opened, black leather boots fell to the ground, and a girl in a red and black motorcycle suit walked out.

"Forehead......"

Looking at the woman with long straight black hair and an East Asian face who got out of the car, Panam didn't know what to say.

"Um... Mitsuhide, this is..."

"Ah, this is Kikyo, my um... close comrade."

Seeing the car coming, Mitsuhide, who was somewhat excited to pack up Anders and send him back to Night City, patted the cold-faced Kikyo on the shoulder and introduced her enthusiastically to Panam.

"Um....."

Looking at the East Asian faces of Kikyo and Mitsuhide, Panam opened her mouth, a little overwhelmed, until Kikyo greeted her.