The person taking action wasn’t Lucy.
Although she had just gotten new equipment and improved her abilities, the Trauma Team also prepared a squad of hackers for this mission, who were quite capable and had effortlessly crushed Pandora in the recent assault, sending her back to lounging at the Springs.
Even if she could gain the upper hand temporarily, the opposition would quickly become alert and then send people to physically eliminate Lucy.
Lin Miao looked at the power granted by the system in his hand and couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Even he himself found it somewhat bewildering. He just thought about it and then tried to channel some power, and the opponent’s firewall was instantly breached, burning both their body and prosthetics together.
If translated into hacker attack power, he felt like he should be ten Pandoras stronger than Lucy... maybe even twenty?
Of course, this thing seems like it can only be used to smack people; don’t think about anything else.
Lin Miao still couldn’t dive deep into the network, let alone write his own programs using those little hacker tricks.
"Watch out for hackers! Our firewall has been breached!"
"Disconnect from the network, guard individually, be cautious of a second attack!"
And with members fallen from attack, the Trauma Team, which had initially relaxed, heightened their alert once more, escorting Caster back onto the floating car and immediately disconnecting the Trauma Team from the city network.
This situation left them incredulous. The company used individual subnets, where only the outer network has partial links with Night City’s local network, meant for the public to check website information or whatnot, but the inside and outside are tightly isolated, and the stacked firewalls are not to be underestimated. How could it be that they were smashed through just like that, without even a reaction, with no chance to counteract?
Are you Bartmos or Outkanning?
Following the source of the voice upwards, on News Channel 54’s camera, a black metallic humanoid had unknowingly appeared by a street-side building, overlooking the entire battlefield.
In the office, Military Science’s operations director Metris saw the exoskeleton and his pupils suddenly shrank
"Zoom in the shot, focus on that guy, let the AI compare with the database, see which company he’s from."
This style should belong to lightweight power armor, with the shell also composed of multi-layer high-strength metal composite, and the surface coating mostly for resistance against ablation, yet beneath the armor is somewhat different from current prosthetic-style power armors, looking like a black bodysuit.
Metris instinctively believed that beneath it was a living person, rather than disassembled human parts fitted with gear.
To her, this should have evolved from those cheap mercenary-owned gears below, an upgraded version.
But this non-prosthetic, not directly linked bi-directionally with the neural system power armor, could have what kind of role in such times?
Moreover, Metris was actually more interested in that hacker than the power armor.
"Are the comparison results out?"
"Out, but the similarity isn’t high; currently only the tsunami defense custom lunar protective gear for biotechnology three years ago has a similar appearance, but that gear has been deemed of low value, not mass-produced."
"So that means this thing was made by this company itself."
Where did these people come from?
Not just Metris; probably everyone present was confused.
There wasn’t anyone trying to trace the origins of this group, but first, Night City annually smuggles over ten thousand people; not to mention all kinds of smugglers, Wanderers coming and going, and in the vast Evil Land wilderness God knows how many people live. Without a national unified system and powerful grassroots, it simply couldn’t be figured out.
Could only be attributed to some Wanderer tribe.
This isn’t rare; similarly, one of the Wanderer tribes, the Meta Group, even has its own artificial islands and cities.
"Let’s see the actual combat effect, dare to jump out at this moment, the Trauma Team people would be busy."
Just a bit strange, why did this guy only come out after everyone was dead, seems guy is even colder and more ruthless than their company.
It was Lin Miao’s second time wearing this power armor, just as comfortable.
The outermost titanium-based nanofiber woven layer felt almost like his second skin, breathable and comfortable, even bringing him a sense of exposure, a shameful feeling as if he wasn’t wearing anything.
What about the Emperor’s New Clothes?
If it weren’t for the hologram through which he could look down and see his fully armed body, he wouldn’t dare to stand here.
"Are you from Horizon Corporation?" Seeing the black hole-shaped logo on the opponent’s shoulder armor, Caster’s face darkened.
This guy is the one who opens a bar for mercenaries, sells cheap exoskeletons?
You are the one who gathers these lunatics together?
The voice came out from under the mask, quickly locking onto Horizon Office’s company official Lin Miao through AI comparison.
Caster’s expression turned a bit subtle, the puppet master had just jumped out like that, catching him somewhat off guard.
He reached out to stop the machine gunner who was about to fire at the opponent, signaling to the floating car to rise to the same height as the opponent; of course, the two were far apart.
"I’ve never heard of a bar owner standing up for mercenaries."
Lin Miao chuckled, "The life and death of mercenaries doesn’t matter to me at all. I’m here to save a client."
Caster didn’t quite understand what the opponent meant.
He said he didn’t care about the mercenaries’ life or death.
He said he was here to save a client.