Chapter 1018 - 61: The Sun (Part 3)

The intense fire in Houston was the first signal of this turmoil, as the Night City army racing through the Evil Land of Southern California instantly shed all disguises—

Swarms of drones, transport planes, and floating cars filled the sky, the steel flood in Hansen’s memory surged over the desert like a tide:

A torrent of metal formed by thousands of drones, chariots, and robots rushed forward.

Steel-forged monsters observed the world through sensors, their heavy bodies equipped with the proud armor, missiles, machine guns, radar, and interferers of military technology.

Every warrior, every piece of equipment, every piece of artillery was precisely guided under the central battlefield scheduling system, this was the metal warfare mode that helped Miles conquer the Free State...

And also, the military prowess that Hansen used to be proud of and marveled at...

If ordinary people saw it, they would probably lose their combat capability instantly, psychologically prostrating; it was this kind of propaganda that made people fear companies like military technology, fear tyrannies like New America.

Even the original gangs in Night City, they hijacked convoys, kidnapped company staff, and ambushed factories, but they could never harbor thoughts of confronting big corporations head-on. You could even say their petty thefts were a way of testing the boundaries while working...

But Hansen knew that was a thing of the past: the wars they experienced in the virtual world were far more brutal than this—

At this thought, Hansen glanced at the "morale" data on the HUD, and sure enough, it hardly wavered, his state could even be described as being in a "frenzied battle" state.

Compared to the Ultron robotic army that could cover the sky and corrode the earth, the "metal torrent" of military technology seemed somewhat childish.

With this thought, Hansen looked at the "pathetic" metal forces across from him and laughed.

[Hansen: Activate the Black Wall Bomb.]

The activation command was input, and Lark’s exclusive communication icon and progress bar appeared on the HUD—

Reaching 100% was just a matter of seconds.

The black and red garbled codes and lines flooded the entire military technology network. For a moment, the soldiers thought time had stopped:

Everything around them and themselves had stopped, the sky painted with shattered phantoms, the ground beneath their feet losing color, with black patches occupying the earth...

It was as if a computer with poor configuration froze for a moment, then slowly recovered frame by frame—

One second, the drones in the sky lost their flight control systems and fell one after another, totaling six frames.

At two seconds, many tanks and armed armored vehicles lost their direction, crushing their comrades, colliding with their allies, totaling twenty-two frames.

At three seconds, someone finally noticed that the Night City army had already broken through the safety line...

Four seconds, five seconds... the world in their eyes was burning, burning to ashes.

Crack!

Before realizing it, the soldier had fallen to the ground, Night City’s gigantic armored pickup trucks effortlessly crushed his body, and the last thing he sensed before leaving this world was the sound of gunfire mixed with electric noise in his ears.

To the rear Commander’s eye, this scene was as terrifying as an epidemic: those frontline soldiers and machines were mowed down like wheat by an invisible force, utterly powerless!

In Cyberspace, the crimson and black data streams continuously breached the defensive lines of the military technology hierarchical command network, one defense zone after another was disconnected, servers for deploying the avant-garde units’ ICE and Black Wall exploded into flames, with thick black smoke pouring out of the buildings...

Boom!

The Los Angeles Military Base erupted into a massive fireball, with black smoke instantly drifting into the nearby urban areas!

The commander rushed out of the smoke-filled command room, yelling at the top of his lungs even before opening his eyes:

"Rally the troops...!"

Buzz——

The furious engine roar of Mackinaw Floating Shadow swept across the sky, and before the commander could open his eyes, he was shot dead.

The prepped Ironsides and those with consciousness housed in robots jumped out of the floating car, as if rain fell from the sky—

Civilians looked up at the sky, their mouths agape:

It was as if divine soldiers were descending.

...

Iowa City, the external walls of the government building looked like farmland tilled by some agricultural machinery: in the eyes of the farmers, those scarred outer walls appeared just like that.

Just a moment ago, they witnessed the strongest single soldier robot of the century crashing through all barriers blocking the government building and climbing punch after punch to the top of the exterior wall!

The city center was in utter chaos, the streets jam-packed with cars, many of which had malfunctioned and were spewing black smoke, while behind the blockade, lay the debris of military technology soldiers and robots. Many people were still screaming, as robots repeatedly broadcast detecting intruders...

Those left behind were Wanderers who had followed Jack here, most of them clutching weapons, their expressions a mix of tension and excitement, their hands stained with blood and oil, waiting for the "big man" to fulfill their wishes—

A black figure shot out from the top hole, falling to the ground under gravity!

"Ah———"

Bang.

The body shattered to pieces upon impact.

Someone immediately recognized the deceased’s identity: "Oh my... it’s the CEO of Iowa’s Agricultural Company..."

Bang!

Another body hit the ground before the words were out.

"Bastard Mayor..."

One political figure and corporate executive after another was thrown off the roof, with an increasingly fanatical sentiment filling the hearts of the rebels...

Turns out, these bigwigs could die too.

Bam——

The last security door was blasted open by Barley, and Jack, with a grin, walked through the hole to find the regional manager of military technology huddled in a corner, trembling.

"Your colleagues are waiting for you downstairs."

...

Las Vegas, the glittering Gambling City’s lights suddenly plunged into darkness, with all entertainment activities and revelry seemingly hitting the pause button.

In Cyberspace, hackers only saw some terrifying giant tentacles reaching for them, their minds ceasing to think.

Sss——

V withdrew the Mantis Blade from the control console, a series of lightning-like events causing power to bleed, as electricity controlling everything through the lines vanished the moment it "bled" into the air.

A small octopus appeared on V’s shoulder, and V patted its head before heading towards the door, traversing through the blood-splattered, dismembered limb-strewn passage, straight into the elevator.

The elevator she took was also extremely luxurious, through its giant curved glass, one could see the whole of Las Vegas from the highest and most symbolic elevator in the whole state:

Including those outskirts covered by desert-enshrouded abandoned cities.

At this moment, the once brilliant Gambling City was in fear within darkness, while the abandoned cities relit their lamps, the forsaken and deceived people emerged from the shadows, once again enjoying electricity...

This time, they swore in secret to never give up what was in their grasp again.

New America was burning.

V looked at the half-dead figure in the elevator, whose throat seemed to tremble.

"You... crazy... cough cough..." said a voice like a man’s woman, "Impossible... to win..."

"Save your breath, never thought New America would have such loyal dogs like you."

V raised her head to look at the sky, and with the help of the small octopus, her eyes seemed to pierce through the heights to see the three trails streaking through the sky.

Nothing is impossible.