Players Invade Cyberpunk

He picked up the battery next to him again

"Besides the superconductor, there's also this, the PP-7 super battery, manufactured by Sweden's Plume Energy Company. Do you need me to continue?"

"Fuck, damn the European Community, why do they feel even more disgusting than those bastards in Night City?"

Faced with the company's monopoly, the PR department could only rage impotently.

"This is just what you see."

Arthur sighed helplessly

"Nearly half of the world's technology patents are in the hands of the European Community, forcing even companies like Huang Ban, Military Technology, and Kangtao under its thumb."

You might not like it, but that's the way it is. Don't be fooled by how Military Technology and Huang Ban seem to shake things up on Earth like they're something special.

Military Technology and New America's navy are practically zero; Huang Ban is slightly better with a Kujira. And the European Community?

The European Community's near-earth orbit fleet just quietly laughs from above; they've even established an outpost on Mars.

Can you guess why?

Because the vast majority of anti-gravity engine patents and supply chains are in the hands of Europeans.

Absolute military dominance

Absolute technical dominance

Absolute financial dominance

Besides Africa, which benefited from its past as a European colony and hitched a ride by forming the Pan-African Union, other regions have been left far behind, subjected to financial and industrial exploitation, standing around sucking the world's blood.

In response, the PR department can only say

The ultimate European fantasy realized in the game.

Why are you all so weak in reality?

One squeeze, and they hand over hundreds of billions.

The politicians act no better than a bunch of idiots.

The glory of Rome really needs us from Super Earth to revive it; in the future, we'll teach these pseudo-Roman inheritors of the European Community a harsh lesson, let them taste the iron fist of the eastern mules and horses!

Despite the numerous setbacks, the PR department hasn't given up.

Kidding? When the players can't take the straight path, there are plenty of crooked ones.

"You... just mentioned a big project, right?"

"How big? Night City... does it have one?"

The PR department blinked, just short of writing [I'm going to rob] on their face.

With Arthur having been around players for so long, how could he not know what they wanted?

"I remember Hansen shot down a floating ship in Dog Town, which should have a lot of related materials and anti-gravity engines...."

"That bastard had long dismantled and sold it; by the time we got there, there was nothing left but a shell."

Arthur: "Then there's no solution unless you can get inside information from the companies, then figure out a way yourselves."

Company inside information?

Don't they have to find a corporate dog for that?

How could the players have contact with any corporate dogs?

The PR department's gaze slowly focused on Arthur Clarke, who used to be an engineer with Military Technology, right?

"Hey brother, got any leads? We'll split the benefits 30/70."

Seeing the PR department pushing their luck, Arthur chose to keep silent, but how easily would the players give up?

If such materials are leaking out from the black market in Dog Town, it shows that the Clark monitoring system can't entirely prevent theft; there's definitely a way.

The players need better gear.

"We're Night City's five-star model citizens, you know. How about helping Super Earth, fighting evil crimes, and everyone's responsible for Night City safety."

"Heard of robbing the rich to help the poor? Military Technology is tyrannical, plundering the people's fat and blood; they are illegally possessing citizens' properties. We're just taking from the companies and using it for the citizens of Super Earth, restoring the earth to its rightful order...."

Maybe he couldn't withstand the PR department's persistence, or perhaps there was some desire to get back at Military Technology, but Arthur Clarke, fiddling with his gun, couldn't help letting his thoughts run wild.

Mainly because of the increasing commotion the players have been making over the last six months, sparking more rebellious sentiments in others.

The world has long suffered from companies, and even if it's just yanking a hair from Huang Ban Sanlang's crotch, causing him pain, some people are willing to do it.

Plus, with the martial spirit and numbers of Super Earth players, Arthur ended up with most of his orders from them, establishing quite a cordial relationship.

"Sigh...."

Arthur sighed, while the PR department sensed a glimmer of hope, rejoicing immediately.

"That's more like it. You need to embrace the spirit of the Ocean Ranger, vowing to fight against the evil bubble."

I doubt anyone in the world could be more evil than you lot.

Arthur thought so internally but still shared a potential lead.

"In North America, there are only a few military-industrial companies capable of producing tech weapons—Dalar, Rostovich, Military Technology.... Besides smuggling, Night City is one of the few large airports on the west coast after the Los Angeles earthquake; all floating ships coming from the European Community dock at Orbital Aviation before heading across the United States."

"In Night City, it's impossible for you to take action unless, like Hansen, you're willing to use anti-aircraft missiles to take down a floating ship. Otherwise, you'll only get a chance when they're 200 km out in the desert beyond Night City, and you'll need to be quick and clean. Once a trace is found, those companies won't let you go."

"As for which floating ship and its route, you'll either have to hack into Orbital Aviation's command console to search or bribe company employees to get the inside scoop."

"I've been away from Military Technology for too long; whether any of my old colleagues are still around, or if they'd even do me the favor, is uncertain. But I can point you to a way to get in contact with someone inside; what to do next will be up to you."