But when the players tried to pursue, two blinding spotlights and the sound of whirling propellers shot through the window.
It was an octant drone from Huang Ban.
Heavy Hammer leaped high from the balcony and landed on the drone, the torrential rain around him was blown away by the whirlwind created by the propellers, forming a tangible barrier.
Two large-caliber cannons beneath the drone wildly sprayed into the building, smoke billowing wherever the bullets went, breaking tables, chairs, and cabinets. The players had to temporarily give up the chase and look for cover.
When the shooting stopped, Heavy Hammer reclaimed his confidence, crossing his arms and shouting to the players hiding behind cover,
"Despicable insects, in recognition of your efforts to please me, I will generously let you live a few more minutes. Soon, I will personally take off your heads and stack them into a grave mound."
After saying that, he jumped to a nearby building and slid toward the ground, gripping the wall with one hand.
He was determined to go back, retrieve his gear, and give these guys a good fight!
The players fired a rocket launcher, blasting the drone, and then rushed to the edge of the balcony, but Heavy Hammer had already run far.
In the streets, the Vortex Gang and mercenaries were still fighting and chasing Huang Ban agents.
The players looked at one another.
Brother Ni: "What is this? A declaration for the BOSS to transition to phase two?"
Red Barrel: "What do we do now, wait here for him to finish his phase two transformation and fight again?"
Wildman: "Wait for what? Of course, it’s taking advantage of his weakness — kill him before he completes the transformation, quick chase!"
After saying that, he jumped off the balcony, imitating the same action.
Yet the exoskeleton wasn’t strong enough to jump unharmed from such a height, so he jumped down floor by floor.
Players behind followed suit, jumping down, some took the stairs, and others swung to another building using grappling hooks to continue the pursuit.
But two were careless, did not stand firm while landing, fell crashing to their deaths.
Meanwhile, sniping squadrons of players on other high floors acted as cameras, constantly updating chasing players on Heavy Hammer Adam’s location.
Even if they didn’t actually see, grabbing a Vortex Gang member or mercenary on the street to question would reveal Heavy Hammer Adam’s escape route. Read complete versıon only at novel⟡fire.net
Moreover, there were numerous TV studio cameramen filming from the sky.
Soon, the entire Night City witnessed a jaw-dropping scene — Heavy Hammer Adam seemingly being hunted down by a group of mercenaries.
This was a rare sight in Night City since Heavy Hammer Adam’s fame.
At this moment, these multinational corporations’ biggest weaknesses were exposed to everyone.
If it were a powerful government, then enough armed forces could be summoned to enforce martial law, ordering people to stay home obediently; armored cars, tanks, and helicopters entering the city would easily suppress the riot using troop quality and firepower.
But multinational corporations couldn’t accomplish this, at least not in multi-company governed Night City.
Heavy firepower was banned from entering the city, coupled with the circulation of large volumes of illegal firearms in Night City making corporate firepower inadequate for crushing the bottom layer. Despite having numerous drones, the city’s abundant network hackers were not to be underestimated.
Originally, hundreds of soldiers and agents in permanent garrison could handle most situations, but Huang Ban made a misstep inciting public anger, carelessly escalating step by step, leading them into a sea of hostile civilians, without support, facing enemies all around.
Moreover, not only Watson District, Huang Ban’s factory in Santo Domingo and even Huang Ban Tower suffered unexplained Molotov cocktail attacks, Huang Ban coastal needed people for fire control and guarding, not to mention a heap of other corporations in the city watching like hawks, without reaching any consensus of interest on the Watson District issue, the NCPD supposed to offer help was loafing around and anytime might add insult to injury.
Multiple factors left Huang Ban unable to concentrate superior forces to quickly suppress problems before they took shape and eliminate them.
If it were before, strategic bombers would have been sent to send Watson District’s group of troublemakers sky high.
But unfortunately, this was Night City, sending bombers needed approval from other corporations.
The sky was already lightening up.
As Huang Ban Meizhi, the one in charge, presently sat inside the special operations division office at Huang Ban Tower, beside her was the shivering Albertson, along with the marketing director who had previously with Mayor Laine planned future economic development projects for Watson District at Huang Ban seaside.
As for the agents of the Special Operations Division, this was not the place for them to stay, they had already fled to the front lines.
Watching the chaotic mess on the surveillance screens of Watson District, Meizhi did not appear the least bit flustered as she brewed coffee on the office desk.
Unlike Saburo, Hua Zi, and them who enjoyed making and drinking tea, growing up in the United States, she disliked drinking bitter tea water.
Her unhurried movements made the two’s bodies tremble, the mess caused this time was actually not particularly big, from a smaller perspective it was the death of a hundred and eighty front-line soldiers and agents, in a larger sense, it meant losing face for Huang Ban in Night City affecting their stock price.
But as a major entity in the physical industry, as long as the industry itself wasn’t impacted, slight fluctuations in stock price were not a significant problem.
As for losing face... it wouldn’t be worse than when Huang Ban was forced back by a military tech aircraft carrier, a more disgraceful retreat.
Yet like a certain cubed headman said,
A speck of dust of an era when falls on an individual’s head, it’s a mountain.