Chapter 492 - 463: Anvil—2 Heavy Anti-Tank Missile

Fast, so damn fast, it made one sick.

This was the only feeling the participants of the Evil Soil Track had.

A car going a hundred yards wasn’t surprising, but this car wasn’t even speeding on a road; it was on hills!

The "Legend" charged at full speed onto the road, the massive impact causing a dent on the road edge as it hit the shoulder!

More outrageous was that after getting on the road, the car hardly lost control or jolted; the speed didn’t decrease, instead, it accelerated again!

"Drop the mines! Drop the damn mines!!!"

In front of the "Legend," another Colby Mule, with someone on it yelling at the top of their lungs, face red: That beast was about to crush them to pieces!

Bang.

"Are you brain-dead! The mines are in the cargo compartment!"

The driver was scared shitless, turned around and slapped the screaming companion, the extendable arm crossing the seat and hitting his face hard.

The slap didn’t control the force, the cheap prosthetics, and the excited emotions causing the companion to get dizzy with a bang.

The companion, unable to stand, fell on a prepared mechanism:

Actually, it was just a sawed-off board. The knee hit one end, causing the other end to knock up and hit his head again.

But this also completely opened the fully mechanical mine deployment device, a few small mines directly falling from the bottom of the Mule, sparking on the ground!

If the car behind couldn’t brake, it would get blown up!

Such a big armored vehicle couldn’t possibly brake or make a sharp turn... right?

Screech—

The "Legend" Mackinaw’s four wheels suddenly adjusted at subtle angles, rotating drastically, the body and direction slightly tilting, causing it to slide spookily on the road!

The driver’s head hadn’t even turned, scared shitless by the sight. The "Legend" Mackinaw suddenly accelerated, swiftly pulling up to his side...

Bang!

The large vehicle flipped the small car, the Colby Mule completely losing control and speed, spinning onto the mines it just deployed.

"We’re fucked." The driver thought as he was airborne.

Boom!

The wreck, smoking and flaming, fell off the road.

The surviving David swallowed hard—his car had been hit twice, now stopped by the roadside, with the hood slightly smoking.

But his gaze remained locked on the "Legend" Mackinaw.

He saw the other advancing participants converge and attack the "Legend" Mackinaw, rockets, grenades, and heavy machine-gun bullets seemingly squeezed together...

Boom!

The "Legend" Mackinaw charged out of the flames and smoke, unscathed, continuing their chase off the road.

A single car, practically tailing every participant.

He initially wondered why it was called an "unrestricted" race and still emphasized "speed."

Now he somewhat understood.

Lucy grabbed the car’s handle, sweating profusely: Hackers had limited use in such an environment.

"I say..."

"Finish this run!"

...

[Reaver: Military tech stolen mines, and disc anti-vehicle guns.]

[Reaver: Couldn’t see which gang, the analysis bureau is still cross-checking the data, but it doesn’t matter now.]

NCPD cross-checking the deceased’s identities in real time, constantly providing Lille with information.

After all, this was still an AI capture operation, the more information the better.

Unrestricted meant hitting hard, killing all competitors, that’s what many participants thought.

Unfortunately, not everyone had technical accumulation, buying everything with money, and most were poor, unable to become well-rounded strong competitors without disadvantages.

Since choosing to invest everything in weapons, the vehicle naturally would be lacking.

But now, that little lacking was deadly: The "Legend" Mackinaw was fast and furious, now also tough and agile, it barely slowed down even in the desolate Evil Land!

"Mano! You said a hundred yards was the limit..."

Bang!

Jack’s head hit the roof, the subdermal armor making a crisp sound.

"That was the safety limit! Combat limit isn’t safe! And it’s still adapting!"

The speedometer reached 110 yards, even the "Legend" Mackinaw’s electromagnetic suspension seemed strained.

But it was getting more stable!

The "Legend" needed more motion data to exploit the hardware potential to the fullest!

[Legend: Gun barrel cooling complete, ready to fire!]

Jack immediately reconnected the heavy machine gun control.

More like a scaled-down armor-piercing cannon, the high explosive armor-piercing rounds auto-loaded through the vehicle’s internal feed system, with an advanced temperature management system, balanced and unlikely to overheat from excessive firing.

On the highway, those who didn’t care about their vehicles were immediately left behind, in "death" racing, you didn’t need to go too fast, but the slowest ones were doomed!

Several cars, visibly nervous, watched the "Legend" Mackinaw surge through the Evil Land, kicking up massive dust clouds, fingers on the triggers.

But the more bullets were fired, the more desperate they felt.

Heavy machine guns could hit the cars, but only affected light vehicles, not even leaving a mark, same with grenades.

As for rocket launchers, they mostly missed.

[Jack: Mano, mark for me!]

Lille delayed marking targets on Jack’s HUD, though it was just a few seconds, the kid was growing impatient.

Lille scanned the cars, cross-checking with NCPD, military tech, and even Arasaka’s database.

Mackinaw, Colby Mule, Columbus Freight...

RPG, no threat; rifles, pistols, heavy machine guns, no threat; grenade pistols, no threat; Achilles recharge rifle, raccoon dog sniper rifle... low threat, possible cannon hits...

[Medium threat: Anvil-2 heavy anti-tank guided missile]

[Value: 10,000 Euros per set, laser-guided]

[Military tech report: Stolen 7 days ago, 7 sets.]

[NCPD database: Suspected gang "Midnight Death" theft, latest data update, 2049.]

Good grief, three punks in a Columbus Freight truck, wearing jackets printed with "Death" holding a launcher shoulder to shoulder.

The launcher almost as long as them, the laser-guided part seemed smeared with something.

Jack instantly locked on target—

Whoosh!

Three missiles meant for attacking large floating armored vehicles like the Mo Xi launched, Jack already pulled the neural trigger, but what happened next felt like a hallucination:

The missiles shot out of the cargo compartment, the exhaust burning the three brothers’ faces black even before the high explosive armor-piercing rounds blew their heads off!

The three missiles soared skyward, then zoomed straight toward the "Legend" Mackinaw—

Sizzle—

Three active defense bombs launched forward, smoke instantly enveloping the "Legend" Mackinaw!

But Lille frowned, as high-altitude drones monitoring the battlefield followed, providing him with a view:

The missiles didn’t veer, straight into the smoke, adjusting their trajectories.

Whoosh!

The "Legend" Mackinaw burst out of the smoke, the three missiles targeting three points, two missing, one hitting the front of the "Legend" Mackinaw!

Boom!

People forgot to keep shooting, even the racing cars looked over.

The missile’s shockwave clearly visible in the desert dust, a fireball rising...

Boom—

The Mackinaw surged out of the thick smoke, its armor only slightly blackened!

The contestants on the highway unconsciously floored their accelerators...

This time to the floor.

It was beyond imagination.