Chapter 834 - 113 The Good Brothers of the Citizens

European Tunnel Company, Foxstone Headquarters.

Avin Ross was striding quickly towards the helipad, his expression stern, his steps urgent.

[Communicator: Elinor Velt]

[Position on the other end: Public Relations Specialist at Foxstone]

[Elinor: Cyber Psychosis has turned Factory No. 2 into a meat grinder. European Union officials are highly concerned about the situation’s progress. It’s the end of the month, and they have safety production targets too.]

[Elinor: This is very bad for the company’s image!]

[Avin: But this month’s production targets are still...]

[Elinor: Idiot! The company is facing public opinion risk, so we have to spend more money to appease the European Union officials. If the future orders are affected, it’s far more important than your production department’s targets, understood?!]

[Elinor: Immediately halt the factory production process. The unmet targets will be replenished once this issue is resolved by putting more people in!]

The floating car’s door slowly opened, and Avin’s headache intensified.

Production this month had already been impacted by recent typhoons and tsunamis, natural disasters had exacerbated equipment damage, simply put, demand had risen while production had declined.

But the power of the public relations department is far more important than production department targets, especially when the company is facing public opinion risk.

The European Tunnel Company relies on government orders, and government orders depend on the wishes of European Union officials. They obviously can’t kick out the European Tunnel Company just because of some deaths and bad public perception...

But here, public opinion risk is like the company bleeding, and those guys will start demanding compensation like sharks...

The law and they say so for European Union citizens to demand compensation.

[Beep—]

[Factory No. 2 is beginning to cut manual control, this command is not recorded in the memo]

[Baseline judgment logic: Rapid decline in factory capacity, initiate manual adjustment plan.]

[Factory sensors show numerous anomalies, please check for incompatible sensor systems.]

[Factory is ceasing operations.]

A company network notification suddenly appeared in front of Avin, he paused for a moment, then immediately replied to the public relations specialist:

[Avin: Factory No. 2 has started to halt production...]

[Elinor: What do you mean?]

[Avin: Someone has utilized operation logic in conjunction with onsite conditions to stop the factory’s operations...]

[Elinor: ...]

[Elinor: You’re really lucky, go fix it.]

Communication ended, the car door closed, the floating car engine roared, the navigation system began positioning.

Avin sat in the seat, expressionless—even if what Elinor said was somewhat sensible, it truly was his good luck, unexpected to have such an... opportunity.

However, having the opportunity meant that a brave worker was going to face misfortune.

Thinking of this, he started contacting other colleagues.

[Internal company communication: Human Resources Department (Intelligence and Reconnaissance)]

[Avin: This is Avin Ross, help me retrieve the information of all workers currently on duty at Factory No. 2, work document filing: Public Opinion Handling 20771101—A]

[HR liaison: Request received, verifying information...]

[HR liaison: The work information you requested will begin transmission immediately.]

Huh—

The engine roared, the floating car skimmed over the sky.

A group of off-duty workers tiredly peered through apartment windows, snapped pictures of the floating car in the sky, and posted online:

[Diligent European 1187: Haha, the European Tunnel Company must be in a panic, look at their car starting up first thing!]

[Image]

[Gathered 1000 to speculate: This is no small matter, cyber psychosis has been getting more frequent lately, pressure is increasing, those in the know, know.]

[Sewer Rat: Haha, brutally shark, should have sharked hard long ago.]

[sdSDFO: Latest news, the Tunnel Company and the European Union government liaison group have already started releasing documents indicating they will control labor hours...]

Diligent European 1187 beamed with joy, couldn’t help but hum lightly:

"Hmm hmm, this is all fought with blood... good brother..."

Underneath, people discussed fervently, feeling this incident was indeed no small matter.

But inside the floating car, Avin leisurely grabbed a drink from the fridge:

This incident is quite significant, thankfully there’s the worker brothers.

...

Bang!

The high-speed rotating mechanical arm suddenly unlatched, the wall already battered by numerous flying steel strikes was fragile, instantly punched with a hole large enough for passage!

The edge of the opening was extremely sharp, still emitting orange-red glow, evidently, the temperature of this breach wasn’t low...

Elliot took a deep breath, with eyes shut, charged through this big hole!

"I’m not dead!"

[Lille: You’re not dead! Deal with that psychosis!]

"How do I handle it!"

Amidst the chaos, Elliot couldn’t hear the simultaneous sighs from three individuals in his head—

The cyber psychosis frantically shouting at the console, smoke pouring from its entire body, the prosthetics and skin-like materials melted together, voice increasingly hoarse, could barely be recognized as human, those unaware might think it was an unlubricated machine screeching.

Clearly, this was indeed cyber psychosis, but unlike those in Night City that caused massive casualties, this cyber psychosis inherently lacked high-intensity combat prosthetics.

His weapon was the factory production line he worked on for years, if not over a decade.

As for himself, it’s evident that such unauthorized operation would also lead him to endure extremely high voltage flowing through the processor in his head...

Could be deemed the king of electricity resistance.

But just because he withstands electricity doesn’t mean he has strong combat power, Elliot just needs to pick up a hammer or stick from the ground and smash the cyber psychosis’s hands and nerve links to settle it.

Does this need teaching?

[Johnny: No way, buddy, you can pick up a hammer from the ground, grab scissors, even go up and punch him without anything, and you still ask how?!]

[Johnny: Go punch him! Does that need to be taught?!]

"How do I get up there!!! He’s on the platform!!!"

[Johnny: Useless waste...]

Johnny lost his passion when he said this.

He couldn’t fathom how there could be such useless... people? in the world.

[Johnny: Are you human?]

Elliot’s livid face turned even redder, fiercely slapped himself a few times, picked up the fuel canister beside him and hurled it!

Bang.

The fuel canister flew just one or two meters before crashing, a very pitiful throwing distance.

Steel bars still crazily attacked the partition behind him, Elliot was grief-stricken and humiliated, fear penetrated his heart, and directly hid behind cover...

In his head was Johnny’s "inspiring" encouragement, yet Elliot still clung to his head—

"I can’t throw! I don’t dare go over! I don’t want to die!!!"

But Elliot paused, without the fuel canister, the fuel canister continued to roll slowly towards the cyber psychosis’s platform, rolling slowly...

Until a small piece of burning metal landed on it, punctured the canister.

"Those not understanding industrial production are in trouble!" The cyber psychosis muttered incomprehensible words, "Everyone go die!"

Boom!