Osiris was well aware of the value of the technology he possessed, and fully understood the company's eagerness for it.
Although the technology he mastered far surpassed this era, if he intended to, he could certainly create weapons capable of destroying an entire city. However, the problem was that what he currently lacked most was time and resources, not destructive capability.
In fact, as long as he could stabilize and maintain the dimensional teleporter to the Warhammer World, he could fully dispatch that loyal Paladin Corps squad from the other end.
That army, equipped with true energy weapons and covered in ceramite armor, would be enough to crush any private military force that any company on this planet prided itself on.
However, opening and maintaining such a teleporter required immense energy consumption and specific rare materials, which was precisely what he currently lacked.
Rather than expending precious resources in endless wars of attrition, it was better to focus on solving this fundamental problem.
Once the teleporter was stably established, these threats from the companies would become trivial in his eyes.
An all-out war with the two companies, especially Militech, which was deeply intertwined with NUSA, was a situation he desperately wanted to avoid at this stage.
With his current abilities, even if Militech used its conventional forces deployed around Night City, which were restricted by ceasefire agreements, such as Minotaur mechs and Basilisk armored vehicles, it would merely provide him with more experimental samples and resources.
But he disliked trouble, especially the kind that was continuous, required long-term effort to deal with, and would severely occupy his valuable research time.
Biotechnica was manageable; it was primarily a giant specializing in biological research, and its own armed forces were more reflected in security departments and mercenaries, posing a relatively limited threat.
But Militech was entirely different.
Its predecessor was the arms giant of Old America, which once almost monopolized all weapon supplies for the U.S. military, from individual equipment to aircraft carrier fleets, and even possessed a strategic nuclear arsenal.
After being nationalized in some form by NUSA, the current Militech and the NUSA government are almost two sides of the same coin, difficult to distinguish.
NUSA's current president, Rosalind Myers, was the former CEO of Militech.
This meant that once the conflict escalated completely, Osiris might no longer face corporate security and special teams from Night City, but the entire national war machine of NUSA.
Osiris was not afraid of war itself.
If he could stabilize the dimensional rift and successfully teleport his well-equipped, battle-hardened Paladin Corps squad, or even more powerful war machines, from the Warhammer World, he had enough confidence to defeat any organized armed force on this planet.
The war technology of the Warhammer Universe, whether in the application of energy weapons, armor protection, or on a macroscopic strategic level, was far beyond what this world's technology could achieve.
But Osiris was essentially a researcher, an explorer.
His primary goal was to unravel the mysteries of dimensional teleportation, recover resources from the Warhammer World, improve his own technological level, and even explore the broader universe.
To spend a large amount of time, energy, and resources on an all-out war with local forces was, in his opinion, an extremely inefficient and unwise behavior.
Unless this war could bring huge benefits far exceeding the investment and unobtainable through other means, he would never be willing to go that far.
Therefore, at the current stage, adopting a strategy of fighting to promote peace, by demonstrating strength and precise deterrence, forcing the other party to sit down and negotiate, or at least making them temporarily dare not act rashly, was the optimal choice that aligned with his interests.
Osiris' mechanical tentacles gently tapped on the control panel, and the holographic projection immediately displayed three detailed personnel files, each marked with a prominent red warning sign.
"Your proposal has merit," Osiris' synthesized voice calmly echoed in the Workshop. "We need to send a clear message to Militech and Biotechnica: don't bother me."
"Simply hiding and defending will only make them push their luck," Osiris continued. "We must actively display power and make them understand the cost of continued entanglement. These three targets require special attention."
The mechanical tentacles pointed to each name in turn, emitting a subtle hum.
"Elliot Kwan, Biotechnica's Head of Security, is directly responsible for this pursuit. Karl Strange of Militech's Special Projects Department is coordinating the joint operation of the two companies. And Julia Winters, a member of Biotechnica's board, is one of the high-level executives pushing this matter."
Osiris' mechanical finger traced a red light across Strange's and Winters' files.
"Strange and Winters, eliminate. Strange is a man of action; eliminating him is equivalent to cutting off their claws. Winters represents the will of the company's high-level executives; her death will make them re-evaluate the risks."
His finger finally stopped on Elliot Kwan's file.
"Kwan must be kept alive, but he must be sufficiently frightened. Let him witness the fate of his companions firsthand, ensuring he can accurately convey our 'greetings' back. This survivor will be our most effective messenger."
Morris's gaze swept over the faces of the three targets, firmly imprinting their features in her memory. "Understood, Master. Strange and Winters executed, Kwan kept as a messenger. I will ensure the message is delivered clearly and explicitly."
"Remember," Osiris added, "Kwan must live, but he must feel the touch of death. Make him understand that his survival is not luck, but because we still need him to deliver the message."
"Furthermore," Osiris continued, "during the operation, make them understand that continuous hostility is not the only option. If they are willing to pay sufficient compensation for their previous offense and promise to stop the harassment, we can consider limited technological exchange, or at least a ceasefire."
He deliberately emphasized the word "compensation."
"The compensation I need is mainly special minerals and materials. Giants like Militech certainly control extraterrestrial resources. Obtaining them from them is much more efficient than us searching for them ourselves."
He listed a detailed material List, projected next to the target files.
"Go now," Osiris finally commanded. "Show your ability and make the companies understand what they are facing. Be careful; your primary task is to deliver the message, not fearless sacrifice. I need you to bring back the results, whether it's their fear or the price they are willing to pay."
Morris bowed deeply: "As you command, Master. Your will shall be done."
She stood up, her newly modified body light and full of power, like a leopard poised to strike. Turning and walking out of the Workshop, she quickly merged into the darkness outside, beginning her first mission as a Rust Stalker—to deliver greetings and choices from the Tech-Priest to the corporate giants.
Osiris then refocused his attention on the dimensional teleporter's control interface. Morris's actions were merely one means for him to deal with the current troubles; his core goal had never changed. He needed to quickly resolve these external interferences so that he could more dedicatedly devote himself to truly important research.