CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 99: HEHE, I DEFINITELY WON’T LET YOU DOWN, DARLING!

Looking at the floating vehicles above that covered the sky, the players had only one question in their heads.

Most of their team was dead, the main force was almost entirely wiped out, how was the battle still not over?

And it seemed like the situation was escalating. They were nearly out of rockets.

Like they were out of medicine, when the main T and main C fell, the surrounded boss only barely entered the second phase.

The Trauma Team wasn’t very well-equipped for ground vehicle units, otherwise, at least a few dozen armored vehicles would have come to send the players off one by one.

This is the power of a big company, able to easily mobilize a cutting-edge force of hundreds in almost no time to suppress everything back into the grave.

This was just a semi-large North American local medical corporation like the Trauma Team. If it were real multinationals like Military Science or Huang Ban, they could play even harder.

Rumor has it that fifty years ago, Huang Ban liked to prepare a nuclear bomb below each Huang Ban Tower for historical reasons. Who knows if there’s one now under Night City?

Back then, Military Science even said that it was Huang Ban’s own nuclear bomb that self-detonated and blew up the Huang Ban Tower. Huang Ban didn’t even refute this because Huang Ban Sanlang also thought it was their own bomb that blew up, remaining silent until a few years ago when the Wanderer Adcardo leader Santiago, who was Silverhand’s companion in raiding Huang Ban, had his son uncover the truth of what happened back then.

The bomb that blew up the Huang Ban Tower was actually dropped by Military Science. As for Huang Ban’s bomb, it was secretly excavated from the rubble and transported out of the city by Military Science to obscure the truth.

When the truth was exposed, it almost tarnished New America’s reputation, only stabilizing when President Miles went to great lengths to conduct charity work.

Back to the main subject.

Caster had already gathered all the elite troops the Trauma Team could dispatch in Santo Domingo in a short period, determined to annihilate these mercenaries.

Because the players’ rocket launchers had shown their might, this subsequent batch of floating vehicles was afraid of being struck, not daring to descend into the building area, instead hovering over the battlefield.

But this didn’t stop them from deploying troops.

As several of the largest floating vehicles came onto the scene and flew over the center of the battlefield, the atmosphere grew incredibly tense. Many players gathered their few remaining rocket launchers, prepared to strike them hard if they dared to descend.

Yet, this batch of floating vehicles showed no intention of descending, their cargo doors even opening mid-air, and what flew out first were not ropes for soldiers to descend.

Instead, it was four massive blue-and-white figures.

No gliding.

No parachutes.

Not even a hint of cushioning.

They plummeted straight to the ground like four large iron blocks under the force of gravity.

Upon landing, they kicked up a massive cloud of dust, sending shock waves and rubble flying everywhere, smoke and dust making it hard to see clearly.

Until the dust settled.

The players finally saw what had fallen.

Four exoskeleton power armor suits painted primarily in blue, about 2.3 to 2.4 meters tall.

The meticulously crafted composite armor looked extremely lightweight, with carbon nanotechnology-made joints visible beneath the armor plates, giving off a sense of explosive power even from afar. Despite being metal constructs, they appeared surprisingly agile.

They moved their joints unabashedly, with scanners on their heads sweeping the area within fifty meters for all living things and threats, marking them one by one on the electro-optic display.

As if they didn’t care about the threats constantly closing in.

Flexible, lightweight, and seemingly of high-tech content, Zeta Technology’s product remains as reliable as ever.

However, due to the prohibition against using banned weapons within Night City, this batch of light power armor was not equipped with the mini-missiles and anti-material railguns Zeta Technology had prepared for them, instead, a power armor military knife hung at their waists.

Yes.

Eighty percent of players’ mouths were watering, and their office exoskeletons, which they had saved money for days to buy, suddenly seemed unappealing. They wished they could jump up and strip these people’s equipment off and wear it themselves.

But unlike what players imagined, where they donned exoskeleton armor, "connect" might be a more accurate term than "wear".

By 2075, exoskeletons were no longer the outdated versions of fifty years ago. Now, every power armor pilot had become highly cyberneticized, allowing better control over the power armor. Every time they equipped the power armor, they had to remove their limbs, with the help of others and equipment, connecting their body stumps into the power armor, becoming a component.

But drooling over it is one thing, if you want the gold coins, you have to blow them up yourself.

Sword Saint and Mongolian Toplaner, who couldn’t hold back any longer, were the first to pull the trigger, launching a probing attack.

Two rockets, trailing white smoke, quickly broke the 300m/S speed mark, flying almost instantaneously to the two exoskeletons at the forefront. Even a thin layer of composite armor wouldn’t be enough to withstand a direct hit, not to mention if a tank came along.

Boom—

A rocket that was originally flying in a straight line had its trajectory altered by a lateral force, colliding with a building’s outer wall and exploding.