Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1157 - 377: After Two Centuries, We End Up Back Where We Started—What a Long Detour_2

The players were not worried about there being an inner mole or Terror Ivan.Because everyone who enters has to go through a round of X-ray scanning and can only use Horizon Corporation’s exoskeletons. Any hidden software or hardware would be dismantled and unloaded, and the ubiquitous surveillance and control ensure that you can’t take even a screw out.

Even for things like taking a dump or showering, there’s surveillance. Apart from the players, everyone else has no privacy whatsoever.

Even if Li De came here, he would obediently continue screwing until quitting time.

"A bunch of hairdryers."

After Big Ass muttered to himself, he waved, and a vehicle resembling a park tour bus came to him. Then, he turned to Kongge and the other villagers and said,

"Everyone, come with me first. Your folks are probably still waiting."

The citizens of Night City have a much higher average skill level compared to the villagers of Cuba. Many of them have construction experience, making training much simpler, especially since these Cubans are all illiterate, unable to read or write. You could even say they’ve never installed an exoskeleton before.

They don’t even have the most basic cybernetic eyes or neural connectors, likely having only seen these devices on Cuban soldiers, making training significantly more difficult.

But Horizon Corporation is not the same as it once was. The experience gained through multiple rounds of training, coupled with the current intelligence level of Sea God, allows for one-on-one guidance for four-digit numbers of workers, timely error correction, and with some auxiliary plugins, they can become skilled workers within a week.

Lin Miao’s goal is not just to make them workers but to let this generation become the final generation of manual laborers.

Soon, under Big Ass’s leadership, Kongge and the others met Warren’s sister, who still had traces of tears on her face.

After meeting, they first gave each other a hug, then Kongge anxiously asked,

"Warren, who... exactly are they?"

"They... I don’t know either..."

Warren hesitated a bit.

"They say they are friends of the guerrillas. They came to help after receiving a distress call from Jose just before he died... Some of them claim to be from some brigade or other, but I didn’t quite understand. Yet they are all good people.

They are different from those new arrivals in Havana. They came to help us, liberate us. They will help us rebuild Cuba and drive those Europeans out."

Actually, if you say more, Warren doesn’t quite understand either. Their village was rescued by players only a week before Kongge’s.

But she knows one thing.

"Our village... our village was bombed by those bastards, killing many people. My husband... my son is only three years old. I want revenge, I want those scumbags to die!"

Even if it’s just building houses for these strangers or helping them manufacture bullets, as long as a bullet can strike those beasts’ heads, it’s worth it.

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"Suspected high-end brainwashing or behavior chip technology? Highly modified exoskeleton soldiers?"

In his private large motorhome, Lancaster contacted his family via radar.

Faced with the middle-aged man on the other side of the screen, Lancaster displayed none of the arrogance and disdain that he showed towards Ron and Hardlin, instead sitting upright, expression meticulous, muscles tense, behaving like a model student.

"Yes, their soldiers are unflinchingly brave, their fighting spirit even more terrifying than taking the largest dose of stimulants. They can withstand direct machine gun fire and concentrated grenade bombing and still retaliate, maintaining a considerable degree of rationality in executing tactics.

And these are the bodies we’ve captured from the battlefield. See, almost their entire bodies have been fully exoskeletonized, with only a small portion of brain tissue preserved, exhibiting astounding individual combat strength.

I have ample reason to suspect that Horizon Corporation possesses unknown human modification technology to quickly brainwash and exoskeletonize the villagers they capture, turning them into similar soldiers.

But these soldiers also have some side effects. From my observations, they seem to collectively fall into deep comas intermittently and have difficulty waking before time, causing their attacks to exhibit intermittent, stepwise patterns. I speculate that it might be due to different batches of brainwashing causing different times for side effects to occur."

With such a high degree of exoskeleton modification, an average person would already be suffering from cyber-psychosis, but these soldiers maintain their sanity unless they are all Adam’s Hammer; otherwise, there’s an issue with this company.

It’s a case of judging others by oneself.

"Your speculation is very accurate. It seems this setback has helped you grow considerably."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"According to the DGSE (French Foreign Security Directorate), the attack on the Zeta Technology Building in Night City three months ago was likely carried out by Horizon Corporation. They stole Zeta Technology’s Human Brain Array technology. The tech department suspects that Horizon Corporation aims to create some cooperative synergy between this technology and their own neural moderators to produce highly intelligent soldier behavior chips."

"Human Brain Array?"

This unfamiliar term caused Lancaster to frown.

"Yes, Human Brain Array, a new development by Zeta Technology."

As if recalling something pleasant, the previously solemn middle-aged man’s lips curled into a strange smile.

"Horizon Corporation’s actions are wise. My technical advisor tells me that this technology could allow our family’s industries to completely break free from reliance on labor, drastically reducing production costs without needing to worry about AI issues.