Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 795 - 257: A Cornered Dog Will Leap Over the Wall

The neatly arranged robots lay dormant in the warehouse, quiet like dogs resting in their own kennels.

Maybe it was a power outage

But the two who had witnessed the scene of their slaughter felt no sense of security at all, unwilling to get close, not knowing if these things might suddenly awaken.

With poor underground signal without direct links, Jack could only snap a few photos with his cybernetic eye.

"V..."

"Shh—"

V gestured for Jack to be quiet, as the engineering area was no longer as quiet as the outskirts, and from the depths came some mechanical rotating sounds, and upon listening closely, faint footsteps could be heard.

V sent Jack a text message

'Someone's inside.'

'Better be human, V; right now, there's likely nothing safer than a person.'

Looking at those robots that could wake up at any moment, Jack felt a chill in his heart.

The two continued to stealthily press forward

The engineering area was indeed large, an endless passage built with light gray metal composite panels, only illuminated by embedded lights.

Along the path were signs for the robot storage warehouse, as well as branching paths to the power room, repair room, arsenal, and more.

All the mechanical gates were shut; although V had learned a few hacking skills, without a network interface cabin, she dared not attempt to open the doors, to avoid alerting the enemy. Hence, the two could only crawl through the ventilation ducts, searching following the source of the sound.

However, the ensuing scene almost made the two worldly mercenaries call out in surprise. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Looking down from the ceiling, it was a rather spacious area, with over a dozen Netherworld Dog soldiers moving something back and forth, among them several people in white coats talking to a black sergeant.

But the walls here were covered with canvas, as if to hide something.

In front of them was a large container, a hemisphere of tissue soaked in light green liquid, its pink outer skin furrowed, distinctly divided by grooves vertically and horizontally.

It was a brain...most likely human.

A multitude of motor patches were inserted into the blood-brain barrier, just the sight of it made one's scalp tingle.

If Lin Miao were here, he'd easily recognize that black sergeant as Murphy, Hansen's aide.

No flaws, but no strengths either, embodying mediocrity and obedience.

Murphy was impatient with the researchers' description, unable to comprehend the company's twists and turns.

"Alright, I don't care about whatever things you're saying, I only care whether this thing is usable; if unsatisfactory, Colonel Hansen will consider switching companies for collaboration."

"The Colonel should trust our Zeta Technology, or he wouldn't have sought us out first for assistance. However, we just need a bit more time for debugging and training."

Zeta Technology...

When did Hansen get involved with Zeta Technology?

And what's with that brain?

V's mind was full of questions, until Jack pointed at the cables connected to the container on the floor.

The other end was connected to a Hellhound robot they had seen numerous times before.

The robot, moving with its four legs, staggered like a drunkard, ready to collapse to the ground at any moment, nowhere near the brutal image V witnessed.

The observation mirror on its head constantly sweeps around, even without features, Jack and V could detect a trace of... fear? in the robot's movements.

How could a robot have human emotions?

Unless...

He again looked at the brain and the researcher standing before the petri dish, the latter muttering as he held a report.

"Still no go...damn it, how did Ote create the Soul Killer cheat program, this is utterly impossible..."

Jack: 'They want to use human brains to control robots? Why? Are they mad?'

V: 'AI weaponization is no new topic, Jack, I know many companies are conducting similar experiments, but using living human brains for weapon experiments...this is my first time seeing, Jack...look over there...'

Below, apart from the researcher-controlled petri dish, there was plenty of equipment being transported by the Netherworld Dog Team, now looking closely it somewhat resembles...an assembly line.

How did he blatantly transport these things in?

Damn it...what exactly is Hansen trying to do in Dog Town?

Is he crazy?

In a lab where AI has gone rogue, handling such things?

V's heart was pounding, guessing some of the thoughts of the opponent; though it was a manufactured organ never really displaying imbalance during excitement, she still felt faint.

In those shadowy corners

In places invisible and untouched by light and sight

V felt like she was suffering from hysteria, as though something invisible were lurking there, whispering towards her back, scheming unspeakable secrets.

But when she looked, there was nothing.

What exactly do you...want me to do?

'Jack, retreat, we can't stay here.'

Under the pull of the motor, the two plus one weighing nearly three hundred kilograms were drawn from the cave opening.

Jack was breathing big gulps of the foul sea breeze, yet felt relaxed all over.

"Phew...dammit...still feels better breathing the air from above."

Clearly in February or March, emerging from underground, he and V were drenched in sweat.

On one hand, it was stifling below, on the other, they were frightened.