The Militech soldiers reacted in unison, raising their guns and firing. Countless bullets spewed from several muzzles, but they impossibly hovered in front of Maine.
The scene was bizarre. An invisible force pulled the soldiers' rifles away, suspending them in mid-air. They tried to hold on to their weapons, but the force was too strong. The guns converged in front of Maine, their muzzles aimed at each Militech soldier.
An unseen hand seemed to pull the triggers, sweeping continuously until the magazines were empty. The soldiers were still in a daze from the extremely strange situation and didn't even think to take cover or dodge. They were shot into pieces of flesh, a bloody mess.
Jackie couldn't understand, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Is this f***ing magic?"
Heather had already run to the dirt mound, and she put a hand on Jackie's shoulder. "This is a magnetic generator; it can create a gravitational magnetic field and alter magnetic poles. Bullets and firearms are like toys in front of a Cyberpunk."
David finally closed his mouth, which had been hanging open. "So, his massive body's high-speed movement is also due to magnetism?"
"No," Heather replied. "The Cyberpunk has a compressed hovercar thruster installed on each of its shoulders. I just saw these things on the control panel; it's an Arasaka experimental unit.
Unfortunately, Maine and Militech are being used as free test subjects. Only life-or-death combat can collect the most accurate combat data. Militech deployed a large number of armed forces and vehicles. Damn Arasaka, they're playing a good game, saving a lot of money while also trying to…"
Dog Brother interrupted her. "No, they can forget about it. All of this has been messed up by you, Heather. You're really amazing; I'm almost falling in love with you."
Heather snorted without replying. Maine, wanting to save his companions, decided to go all out and also activated his Sandevistan.
To Heather, the massive Cyberpunk moved like a phantom. He was so fast that his figure was indistinguishable, and armored SUVs were sent flying into the air one after another.
Heather looked at the flat touch screen she had just detached and brought out. The light blue dot on it was Maine, who had the Cyberpunk installed. His movement trajectory completely disregarded inertia, with countless sudden stops and turns.
Militech's forces were red dots on the tablet, and any red dot his blue dot covered turned into a red cross. The high-speed movement turned the blue dot into a blue line, like an excited little boy wielding a paintbrush, wildly waving it on a canvas.
Jackie and David gasped continuously, like monkeys, completely losing their ability to speak. It was no wonder. A few seconds ago, they were despairing and waiting for death, but in an instant, there was a huge reversal.
"This is f***ing outrageous!" Dog Brother shouted. "Arasaka is truly outrageous, actually researching this kind of abnormal weapon."
Maine's blue dot stopped, which confused Heather. She stopped looking at the tablet and raised her head, seeing two Militech trucks collide with Maine. The fronts of the two trucks squeezed him between them, their tires spinning uselessly on the sandy ground.
The three of them held their breath, but there was also a strange sense of confidence, because Maine, equipped with the Cyberpunk, had just performed so incredibly well. They felt he wouldn't just be silent now.
Maine seemed to know and responded to everyone's expectations with his actions. He inexplicably detached himself from the two truck fronts squeezing him face-to-face, hovering directly above them, and reactivated the magnetic field gravity, increasing his weight by several orders of magnitude.
Pressing down rapidly, his two large iron fists simultaneously flattened the two truck fronts, and the blood of the two drivers splattered. Seeing this scene, Heather, Jackie, and David showed joy again. They could survive now.
The last few Militech rocket vehicles launched a dense barrage of rockets, blowing up both trucks along with them. It was unclear if Maine was hit, but the blue dot on the tablet did not disappear.
Indeed, Maine leaped up, flying out of the dust cloud on the ground. A Basilisk charged towards him, its main cannon firing rhythmically. Maine's two hovercar compressed thrusters sprayed a blue light, placing him directly on top of the Basilisk's head.
Just like with the trucks earlier, Maine, with the magnetic field gravity activated, began to press down from the top, causing it to dent. Apparently, the crew inside were also flattened.
Any combat vehicle or tank focuses on frontal protection. Armor thickness is almost entirely concentrated on the front; the top is thin, a common weakness for tanks worldwide. With the Basilisk destroyed, the remaining two rocket vehicles had even less protective capability and were easily dealt with by Maine.
The three people's smiles suddenly froze. Maine, clad in the Cyberpunk, moved almost like a teleportation, instantly returning to the dirt mound. He was in a compound eye state, near the critical point of cyberpsychosis.
Before he launched his attack, Heather had tied several inhibitors to him. Once his personality traits lost more than 90%, they would automatically inject into his body.
What the three saw now was Maine on the verge of frenzy. Two inhibitors automatically injected him near his neck, and green, fluorescent liquid was brutally squeezed into his body. His eyes returned to normal, and he spat out a large mouthful of old blood.
He even grinned foolishly at the three, speaking incoherently. "Puhaha, ho-how was it? I… I… was awesome… wasn't I?" After speaking, he fainted.
Heather quickly went up to help him dismount, and Jackie and David also reacted, lending a hand.
"David, you don't need to help here," Heather said. "Quickly drive Falco and Rebecca's car over. Although Militech has been wiped out, there's no guarantee there won't be reinforcements, or even Arasaka might come. They must be furious that they didn't get the Cyberpunk's combat data. We need to evacuate quickly."
David acknowledged and ran out, driving the two distant cars over one by one.
At that moment, in a high-rise building in Night City, Faraday and several of his subordinates were hurriedly packing up equipment. He was somewhat out of control, completely different from his usual demeanor, speaking in a rough tone.
"Damn, hurry up! That too! Why are you so clumsy? Hold it steady! Hey, who's that? You, come here! I need the hovercar myself, you go downstairs and get my Thracian 388, and send this woman to Arasaka! Quick!"
Five minutes later, Faraday boarded his hovercar, cursing wildly in his heart. He truly hadn't expected this. He, who had always been in control, manipulating others, would have his big plan ruined by a little girl.
That bitch named Heather, she destroyed the collection of Cyberpunk combat data. It was precisely because Arasaka's competitiveness in Night City was constantly rising that he didn't hesitate to betray Militech, his patron.
To cling to Arasaka's thigh, he had to offer a borrowed flower. Since Militech had already been offered by him as a flower, if he couldn't get the Cyberpunk, Faraday himself would surely be used as a scapegoat for the failed operation by Militech's person in charge. He had originally expected that if things succeeded, Arasaka would protect him.
But the data collection failed. How did that bitch manage to block the area's information? It was truly inexplicable. He could only send Lucy, whom Arasaka wanted, first.
Faraday was shrewd in his calculations. He couldn't immediately know the outcome of the Cyberpunk and Militech's confrontation in the desert outside Night City, and he wasn't sure how Militech and Arasaka would treat him.
So, he would first leave Night City to avoid the limelight and decide his next step after clarifying the situation. There would always be a chance to return to Night City and make another fortune.