#1018 - Sun (VII)
“Burger's up.”
Night City seemed to be paused, everyone holding their breath to watch today's news.
This city hasn't become gentler in its development. It's the first time everyone has been so united and quiet to watch the news, and there's only one reason:
The entire city is buzzing with the news that Burger King is back. There are even reports from Europe that the terrorist responsible for the so-called 'attack' is none other than our Night City native, Burger King.
There are a hundred versions of the relationship between Burger King and the Municipal Group online, but today's news almost confirms their connection!
Several New American states were attacked, entire air formations turned to ashes in the sky, and President Myers' vaunted aerial fortress was dragged down from its pedestal.
Night City Hall isn't on Burger King's list of targets for settling scores!
“Night City is a free city, and New America clearly doesn't like that. Recently, the City Guard has observed multiple military movements indicating that New America is mobilizing troops to Southern California, which seriously threatens the security of our city.”
“Tonight, the City Guard's elite forces have already stormed Los Angeles, the capital of Southern California. Here's firsthand footage from the battlefield.”
“. . . Fierce gun battles erupted at the State Capitol Building in the Nevada state capital. The legendary Night City mercenary 'Big Shot' drove . . . suspected to be driving a giant combat robot, and broke through the State Capitol, throwing a total of 25 state-affiliated corporate and state government executives out the window.”
“Las Vegas, the abandoned ghost district, lit up with lights as citizens rioted. A large number of executives were found dead in the power wells, suspected to be the work of the legendary Night City mercenary 'King'.”
“Holy crap . . . Next up is breaking news: Arkansas, Minnesota, and Illinois have experienced nuclear explosions. I believe everyone saw the missiles that just flew out of the Pacific States. Those are our own damn nuclear bombs!”
“Texas is under attack, and the Petrochem headquarters has been completely destroyed—Petrochem has just reached an all-time low.”
“The biggest news of all, citizens, my dear brothers and sisters—the New American aerial fortress was just shot down over Texas. That is . . . that is—”
Who is it?
The news anchor was so anxious that he seemed to be out of breath, but he didn't even need to say the answer. Everyone knew who it was.
This world is like a stagnant swamp, and most people feel like they're sinking deeper every day. But here, in Night City, in these past two years, they've felt something different:
This time is the same. Night City has changed a lot recently. The conflicts between the city's districts and between the city's residents and the nomads have been almost instantly alleviated, even disappearing!
Some pessimists previously stated on the Wild Forum that Night City's isolationist policies were causing a large number of companies to leave and would eventually lead to its demise due to debt. As a result, things have gotten better in the past two months, and life is better.
The pessimists had to shift the topic to New America and Southern California, believing that Night City's corporate severance policy would eventually upset New America and provoke a war. They needed more companies to balance interests and prevent New America from taking action, just like before.
As a result, New America has directly fallen apart!
President Myers' awesome aerial fortress has become aerial scrap metal, and nuclear missiles directly threaten half of New America!
“Haha, eat shit, New America!”
“That's the spirit!”
On the edge of the city, members of the Sixth Street Gang and the Aldecaldos squatted by the bonfire, watching the big TV. Hearing this news, they looked at each other and finished their beers.
In addition to the original gang members, there were also many ordinary, honest people sitting nearby. Now, gangs aren't so scary anymore, especially since the Sixth Street Gang and the Aldecaldos here are wearing NCPD outsourced uniforms.
This is just a microcosm of the city: facts have proven that gangs can coexist, gangs and the Night City government can coexist, and ordinary people can also survive here.
On the street, a heavy pickup truck sped past, rushing towards the Pacific States—
People's ears perked up instantly. That unique sound wasn't a normal Mackinaw!
“Awesome!”
The sound came from outside the car.
The car drove on Night City's avenue, V comfortably lying in the passenger seat, watching the citizens on the roadside giving them thumbs up.
“As simple and comfortable as going for a walk after dinner.”
Jackie sat in the back row's exclusive seat, nodding in agreement, stroking the car while looking at his arm:
This job was ridiculously simple, like going out for a stroll.
These past two years of overload operations had made him forget how useful the cyberware that Ripperdoc had tuned was. Although almost all of the original parts of his body had been replaced, the lag was completely unnoticeable. The sensitivity was almost the same as the original body, and the strength was more stable and greater.
Coupled with Dumpling's terrifying combat abilities, everything made him feel like it was a piece of cake.
With that, she reached out and patted the outside of the car door, the palm not big, but the car body banged loudly.
Ripperdoc sat in the cargo box, counting the ammunition: a total of 14 short-range nuclear bombs. Obviously, the nuclear missile technology in this world isn't very mature, or rather, hasn't been developed much.
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These nuclear bombs themselves have propulsion parts, but the propulsion accuracy and range are very poor. Even so, it is considered advanced in this world—
Because other organizations don't research this at all. Military technology's sense of smell in war technology development is indeed the best, but it's just that they've gotten involved with America and New America.
As for the nuclear fission technology part . . . Ripperdoc could only describe their design as garbage. No wonder hydrogen bombs are rare here, because the fission trigger required to create a nuclear fusion reaction is very large, and the design of the fusion part won't be small either. As a result, the volume of the fusion bomb must be ridiculously large.
As the bomb's volume increases, the propulsion part has to be enlarged. However, this world's aircraft propulsion technology is inclined towards miniaturization. Rocket thrusters do exist, but companies certainly aren't willing to use expensive rocket engines as the propulsion part of disposable bombs.
The more Ripperdoc thought about it, the more he felt sorry for the companies, and he couldn't help but shake his head—
At the same time, he also heard V's knocking on the door.
After Ripperdoc finished counting all the bombs, he replied: “New America certainly won't let this go, but what we need to pay attention to is definitely not New America.”
V asked curiously: “Who is it then? Are we going to leave New America alone and go help your European buddies fight? I haven't been to Europe yet. How did you turn a perfectly good global economic powerhouse into what it is now?
Is Europe really that beautiful? The news says that Berlin has super-huge artificial waterfalls and aerial gardens . . . ”
“Well, if everything is really good, our European buddies wouldn't have rebelled. Remember Atlanta? It's roughly the same idea.”
“Oh, so after all this, home is still the best.”
“Indeed, home is the best. Hansen is already back. Let's see what he brought us.”
