[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer":3,"chapter-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-624":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Cyberpunk: Cross-dimensional Science and Engineering",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1152465,1495,"Chapter 618 - 589 Siege and Counter-Siege","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-624",624,"\u003Cp>Even the Wild Man King couldn’t hold back, and even Jack and V were scratching their heads. However, they decided to stay calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack moved his neck around, preparing to pick up some scrap metal from the ground to use as a shield, knowing he would definitely be the one charging at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lille quickly said, \"Jack, grab the handle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of confusion was swallowed by Jack before he could express it, because in the next second, the wheelchair Lille was sitting in began to transform!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several pieces of familiar-looking thin synthetic material panels sprang out from all around the wheelchair, and under the control of mechanical components, they assembled around the wheelchair, and as these synthetic material panels closed up, a powerful electric current instantly passed through...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fused into a shield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more exaggerated was that behind the shield, the wheelchair popped out several very familiar missile bays—they looked like the active defense system missile bays on Da Mai’s original body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly, instantly grabbing the handle of the wheelchair—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the handle, it actually had a trigger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Put the gun on the mount, this thing is a universal mount that can connect to the visual system, and you can shoot while pushing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the wheelchair became a Chariot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wild Man King pointed at the wheelchair then at the black smoke, \"Fine, you’re awesome, but why crash into the wall?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because that wall has already collapsed! When I say charge, we charge, see what junk you have at hand, use it if you can—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lille finished speaking and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A charge was necessary, but it shouldn’t rely solely on the wheelchair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Fiona: We’ve arrived! My God, they used ground-penetrating bombs, the power equipment area is already...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lille: Now do as I direct, cut the red marked circuits, and connect those with matching numbers together.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground facility of Luxor Manor, like all critical infrastructure, had three sets of power systems. The ground-penetrating bomb destroyed one set, as well as part of the standby generators and burnt a large area of the circuitry, but there must still be workable parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary tech experts would have a hard time rerouting on a large scale quickly, but... Lille wasn’t one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, he suddenly thought of his graduation exam at Arasaka Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Truly, knowledge put to practical use...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, we hit them, their circuits should be completely paralyzed now. I reckon it’ll only take 10 minutes for downstairs to become a steamer, and even the toughest guy won’t last half an hour,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the building, several armored vehicles were parked in a dispersed fashion at the entrance of Luxor Academy, perfectly blocking the main entrance. Anyone appearing in their line of sight would be subjected to crossfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This plan is ruthless, first suffocate them underground, and when they can’t stand it and try to tunnel out like rats, we blow them up,\" the mercenary in charge of monitoring the battlefield clicked his tongue in admiration, \"It’s just quite costly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, compared to average mercenaries, they were professionals—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of professionalism wasn’t like that of urban mercenaries: middlemen taking care of relationships, preparing tools; hackers clearing network connections, assisting the mission quietly, providing remote support; enforcers doing the dirty work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their work was improvisational, seizing opportunities as they came, sometimes even failing the mission because they got distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these guys were different. Although they were called mercenaries, they should actually be referred to as War Mercenaries specialized in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blaster focusing on the ground-penetrating bomb after its deployment was fully attentive to the target information—temperature, air particulate concentration, vibrations... although occasionally blabbering, his full attention was indeed on the task at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, there was a dedicated field command vehicle, and signal operators made sure the communications were clear;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firepower positioning ensured mutual cover among teammates, while also avoiding conflicts during firing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The operation was precise, tactics clear, and discipline strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s talk about the equipment: ground-penetrating bombs, the machine guns they had, and the military technology automatic cannon that they had just acquired from their employer all required professionals to use them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Street kids couldn’t harness the full power of these weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their leader... was a sturdy woman with short golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight, and a heart-shaped mark below her left eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over her tactical jacket, she wore an enhanced Exoskeleton that connected directly to her torso and limbs, casually holding a massive-looking firearm in one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, like her weapon, was rugged in appearance, yet filled with a violent beauty of industrial style. She wasn’t exactly seductive, but she indeed had a certain peculiar charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The bomb’s power was a bit weak,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, did you forget that we still need to retrieve the data inside as evidence? And there are children in there too,\" someone responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman wasn’t at the front; she was on the side of the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal person’s first instinct would be to take the small path, but they knew the facility well enough to set traps on the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the ground-penetrating bomb was significant, but still not enough, whether for creating a diversion or for preserving the database. This made it difficult to kill everyone inside directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all depended on the action speed of the three fugitives inside. If they hurried to their deaths in the tunnels, they might be dealt with before the Netherworld Dogs arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they dawdled, the front might have to withstand the reconnaissance troops of the Netherworld Dogs or the reinforcements of the fugitives. In any case, by then, she would need to do something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, from her perspective, the biggest threat actually came from outside: the people inside could choose to go through the maintenance tunnel, which then would collapse from the blast, and she could enter through the tunnel to collect the spoils of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or they could choose to be suffocated inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or, with the smallest likelihood, the fugitives could choose to break out from the front amid all the chaos. But that would be suicidal because her battle team was at the front, along with an automatic cannon of Military Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s English seemed to carry an accent, \"You’re right; I just lose control a bit when I see things related to Biotechnology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once we take the data and get the kids out, we’ll burn this place down—burn this sinful stadium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone brace yourselves...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish speaking, the world in front of her eyes suddenly slowed down:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the main entrance, the Armored vehicle bound to the Cannon manned by her subordinates suddenly sparked violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicle sounded like a can being punctured by bullets, making a weird thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack came from a building opposite to the Luxor Manor: several robust idiots suddenly lifted the electromagnetic camouflage cloth, laughing crazily. The gunner, hit by the recoil of the launcher, faced bruises and a swollen nose, his face deformed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deformed face of the gunner coincided with the woman’s expression at that moment, and a national curse burst out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"blyat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Armored vehicle exploded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s an ambush!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shout rang out on the comm channel, accompanied by the warning of the machine gunner:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People at the front entrance!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosions nearby, the shadows rushing out of the billowing black smoke, the reflection of flames, the flying shrapnel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t them catching turtles in a jar, but the enemy using their own bodies as bait to surround them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They really chose to charge through the smoke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman hefted her rifle and jumped right out of the window, now devoid of glass, heading straight for the front battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was crazy, bold, calm, and cunning, but she was professional!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her team was professional!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary team holding the front instantly completed their task division; two exaggerated tongues of flame, back to back, spat forth in the sunlight...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A metal storm erupted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold the line!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1352,"2026-06-03T12:33:33.139Z","2026-06-03T12:33:39.373Z",1,"novelbin.me","355885ae716c4bf5475161f27d9f3c6c905037517c9e4ae42bf4dffc6d2f72e2","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-625","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-623",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cover.jpg"]