Chapter 187 - 171 Bait

Night Wandering Ghost Camp.

Bang!

A dark grey bionic arm punched a solid steel punching bag so hard it deformed and flew into the air.

The chunk of iron flew up then fell back down; the man dodged sideways before throwing another punch, as if he were in a boxing match.

One punch, two punches, three punches—

Boom!

The accumulated kinetic energy snapped the iron chain, sending the bag flying high and smashing into a cement plant’s steel pillar, the sound echoing throughout the facility.

"Too bad, those Wanderers are quite formidable. We can’t play the long game anymore."

Bowen, nearly two meters tall with a blue Mohawk.

Both of his arms had been modified, customized with top-notch bionic fibers, and integrated with micro fuel engines and bioelectric motor systems, evenly and sensibly distributed throughout his arms.

Truly, when these arms got serious, punching through bulletproof steel plates wasn’t out of the question—

But the arms were only locally modified, the rest of his body couldn’t actually withstand such stress.

Bowen relaxed his body, turned to a subordinate nearby, and asked, "When did that guy called Justice Jotaro from the city say the next delivery was due?"

"He said everything’s ready, just waiting for the cops and Military Science to give the green light."

"That’s good—" Bowen licked his lips, "Motherfucker, these days finding a couple of fresh young kids isn’t easy."

This time he really made a killing: Military Technology had provided them with a lot of supplies to kill with.

As it turned out, he barely had to use any of the supplies, yet Military Technology still had to get their own hands dirty—

He won twice over!

Now, all he needed to do was to get rid of the surplus military supplies on the black market and make a fortune, then buy some fun stuff...

Motherfucker, this is the life!

Right as this sick fuck was pondering how to enjoy Military Science’s supplies, an anxious voice from one of the lackeys came from outside the plant:

"Boss! Boss!! A convoy’s coming!"

Bowen’s brow furrowed—The shouting lackey appeared at the warehouse door with a bang, moving too fast and slamming into the door.

"What the fuck? You sure?"

"I’m sure! Saw it clear as day with the Military Technology drones... looks like it’s Adkaduo!"

"Adkaduo? You fucking kidding me, Military Technology has them pinned down at Stone Ridge Mountain, and you’re telling me there’s an Adkaduo convoy coming here?

You high on something, seeing ghosts—oh wait, we are the ghosts!"

"Hahahaha—"

"For real! I’m going—"

Zap!

The drone display screen on the lackey’s head suddenly exploded open!

Bowen couldn’t make fun of the situation any longer!

His face went through rapid changes, and he immediately dialed the Military Technology contact’s number!

...

In the Military Technology office, Mercedes had already stopped thinking—

She found herself in the exact same predicament as her former colleagues in the city center:

If you accused them of being careless, the truth was they’d already leveraged the maximum extent of their resources to achieve a goal.

But it was precisely in the process of achieving this goal, they would find that the enemy could respond with a much harder approach.

It’s as if they had never considered that it was the city center, never considered it was a gathering place for Super Corporations, never considered what the consequences of such an attack on the company would be.

The critical point was, they actually won every time!

Now what?

She had no troops left at her disposal, the nearest were the Military Technology border troops stationed at the border—

Those troops couldn’t be moved, nor would they listen to her...

Even if they did listen to her, where would she find those Wanderers?!

[New message from: Night Wandering Ghost]

Bowen: Fuck’s sake, does Military Technology just sit on their asses! You let them get away?!

Mercedes stared at the message box that popped up as if it were a lifeline—

This was her last chance! An idea flashed through her mind:

If Bowen used Nash as bait, she could use Bowen as bait too, no matter what, she must eliminate them!

Mercedes: They’ve already gone?

Bowen: Yeah, they’ve come over! Motherfucker, send some backup quick, I lost dozens of brothers today!

Mercedes: You’re quite bold, but I’d say please when your ass is on fire.

Bowen: My ass on fire? You’re the one with your ass on fire! If I die, which dumb fuck in Evil Land would still want to work with Military Technology?

Bowen: If I’m dead, all of Evil Land will know you’re useless. I don’t know what will happen to Military Technology, but you’ll definitely end up buried in toxic water!

Mercedes’ blood pressure soared, but she still tried to stay calm.

Mercedes: Listen up, I’ve uploaded a batch of new driver upgrades for that military technology gear you received, as well as methods for firmware upgrades.

Mercedes: Don’t get wiped out in an instant, we’re almost there.

Bowen: That’s more like it—damn it, you’ve got to hurry up. How the hell did you let them get away?

Mercedes cut off the communication directly; she had no desire to chat further with Night Wandering Ghost’s slick talker.

On the other hand: How could the video of the military technology being ambushed get out?

She wasn’t a fool.

But she forgot—how could Bowen prepare for a firefight without knowing the firepower of Adkaduo’s Team?

Mercedes was an agent by training—when it came to commanding battles, she definitely had a scholarly approach.

The kind that had barely used relevant knowledge since leaving the academy.

Moreover, the most pressing issue now was that both Night Wandering Ghost and Adkaduo had to die!

Night Wandering Ghost had gotten hold of the company’s internal control drivers, while Adkaduo had caused huge damage to the company’s image; it was her duty to deal with it!

With no one at her disposal, she tricked the people from the border checkpoint—

How to trick the colleagues at the border checkpoint?

She confirmed the status of the fugitive and passed it off as official intelligence to the border checkpoint’s commander.

She had no evidence—she had to rely on deceit.

Fake evidence was circulated internally in the company, and the task of capturing the fugitive was assigned to the border checkpoint commander.

Identifying the target was a merit in itself.

As long as they could catch the person and confirm that it was the recent Class-A fugitive, even if something was discovered later on, it would not lead to being thrown into the sea... probably.

"Damn it... they must be the fugitives."

Mercedes took a deep drag of her cigarette, then smashed it on the ground—this time, she was going in herself.

[Military Technology Internal Notice]

[Class-A Fugitive: Hamburger King Trafficking Big Shots]

[Sighting Information: Evil Land]

[Current Status: Fleeing to the border, possibly aware of undocumented smuggling channels]

[Requesting support.]

[Military Technology Internal Affairs System Outcome:]

[Border armored units join in the manhunt.]

...

"Quick, quick, quick, equip this batch of goods—two people over here, two people, the new prosthetics and drivers from Military Technology, to install them is to strike it rich!"

The entire Night Wandering Ghost camp was mobilized—at a time when the boss was still alive and had not crumbled, their efficiency was quite high.

Bowen was holding a Saratoga submachine gun, shouting at the top of his lungs and flailing his arms—

When a shorty passed by him, he immediately dragged him back:

"You, head over to the retrofitting room, get you fitted with something nice."

The little brother chuckled nervously, about to speak...

Smack!

Bowen slapped him, still with a smile on his face, making it seem like a kind big brother was earnestly advising a junior.

"Listen up, Military Technology firmware, once it’s installed, you can use the badass Centaur Mecha."

The little brother no longer dared to speak, nodding frantically, cowering in Bowen’s arms like a startled little animal.

"That’s it, off you go—next one, Centaur Mechas worth hundreds of thousands a set, the fully unlocked version from Military Technology, try them all!"

With that, Bowen grabbed another person, and the three of them went into the prosthetics retrofit room.

"Just the two of you left. Once this ordeal is over, you’ll be the second-in-command. Ever seen a Centaur Mecha?"

Bowen pointed at the two large crates that had just been unloaded next to him, then pushed the two towards the operating table.

"In a bit, you’ll be inside that thing, wreaking havoc—this is genuine stuff from Military Technology, pinching people like pinching baby chicks. Alright, let’s start the retrofit."

The two swallowed hard, their eyes filled half with excitement and half with fear—

They half reluctantly lay down on the operating tables, and Bowen gave a secret signal to their prosthetics doctor.

The latter injected a large dose of anesthetic into both—

Soon, the two unlucky fellows fell into an infantile sleep.

"Crank the power to the max, use all neural links."

"Boss, this could be risky..."

"I know, so keep the anesthesia coming. If I wake them up, you wake them up again.

By the way, dismantle the cyber receiver—since the cyber lunatics don’t need it, lest it gets hacked by hackers."

The stuff was indeed badass.

But he didn’t want to become a lunatic, because becoming one meant getting his dick chopped off, and how would he have kids then?

So, it was better to let his subordinates become the lunatics.

With this in mind, Bowen called out a few times in the channel and rushed to the basement.