Even the missiles were smuggled and bought from military technology.

The commotion they are causing is meant to let people know that Cubans are not to be trifled with. Anyone who blocks their financial path, whether corporate executives or government officials, must die to reclaim their ground in Dog Town.

Arrogant, aren't they?

They have the capital for such arrogance.

Across the entirety of North and South America, besides a few big corporations and the New American government, the Cuba Drug Trafficking Group is the strongest in power, far surpassing even the likes of the Adcardo Wanderer tribes.

Back in the day, this group of gods dared to use a portable nuclear suitcase to blow up Manhattan, so using a missile to bomb a company in Night City is just too restrained.

After assembling the guided laser, Beckett leaned against the curtains, cautiously observing the surroundings of Horizon Corporation from the corner of his eye. The whole stretch of Republic East Road has seen house prices rise due to Horizon Corporation and the presence of players, making the streets quite lively.

Beckett: "Are you sure he's in his company's building today? I heard this guy is like a ghost; if he goes to Dog Town, it will be hard to find another chance."

"No mistake. According to intelligence, the guy will meet partners at Horizon Corporation today,"

Horizon Corporation employees can be seen evacuating nearby vendors and crowds, setting up a cordon around the company perimeter, halting operations at the ground-floor bar and surrounding factories. A red carpet stretches from the ground-floor entrance to the company doors, with many armed mercenaries standing on both sides, marking a grand occasion.

"Ha, who knows which unlucky fellow it is, but dying under a missile worth millions of Orokin at least gives them an honorable death."

They don't care who Horizon Corporation is meeting today. A true big shot would never come to such a three-story small building.

Such people would have you visit their headquarters. Those who come to this company that can't even get into the plaza wouldn't have much skill, would they?

Hundreds of kilometers outside Night City, at the border of California and Mexico, a missile truck has already been set up. The missile capsule hanging behind the massive truck head is now vertically erect, the launch cover manually opened, revealing the missile warhead resembling an oil barrel's diameter. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Even though the logo on the truck has been ground off, an expert could easily identify this as a specialized dwarf truck produced by military technology, carrying a Typhon hypersonic missile.

Although the New American Federation has been rotten for half a century, even though it is splintered and infiltrated by military technology, it's indeed more pragmatic than the United States because weaklings in this world don't get to choose.

Things they couldn't achieve there have been achieved here.

You can fake anything but weapon specifications.

Unlike the other side, where no one dares to start World War III, regardless of boasting or fooling around, it's fine as long as it doesn't lead to war. Here, countless battles have been fought, and three-digit numbers of nuclear bombs have been thrown. Messing around with weapons will just result in New America's demise.

And companies, well, they sell everything. Not just hypersonic missiles, but drug dealers have even procured nuclear bombs before.

The Cuba Drug Trafficking Group obtaining this high-grade stuff isn't surprising. Once bought, it has to be used, or it attracts attention.

So this hypersonic missile was recently acquired through certain channels.

Southern California, after all, isn't New America, and the border is hardly guarded, so no one really cares about the many armed drug traffickers around the missile truck.

"Beckett has sent a message back."

A technician sitting at the missile truck controls taps away on the keyboard.

"He has completed calibrating the guidance device, the target is within missile strike radius."

Though there's no military satellite, long-distance dialogue via civilian channels is still possible. However, the content is easily monitored, so they use their own coded language.

"Good, it's time to teach our friend who doesn't know the rules a proper lesson."

Far away in the penthouse of the Havana National Hotel in Cuba, a middle-aged man in shorts and sunglasses stands by the pool, gazing at the sea.

"It's also time those guys knew what should and shouldn't be done."

Cuba is backed by the European Community; as long as they don't offend their master, they rule this place like local emperors. Besides, Horizon Corporation has already antagonized the European Community, and with tacit backing from their masters, no one can say anything if they make a big move against Horizon.

As for guests who might accidentally die in the incident, who cares?

Even Night City news hasn't mentioned it, probably because it's no big shot.

Blame them for their poor choice in picking Lin Miao; they deserve to die.

"Permission to launch, I was waiting to see a big fireworks show."

The technician receiving the command immediately presses the launch button.

"Fire!"

Whoosh!

With the ignition of the launch fuel, a massive white smoke billows out of the launch shaft, and under powerful propulsion, a medium-range missile over six meters long and 80cm thick shoots out, its rear engine roaring as white smoke rolls out.

It ascends several dozen meters almost instantaneously, its head immediately emitting flame streams to correct its trajectory. The originally vertically launched missile appears to drift into an upward slant, disappearing in the sky within moments, leaving a faint white trail against the blue sky.

The armed drug traffickers watching this scene were terrified, as the missile engine's roar deafened their ears. This is humanity's second longest spear since its inception, and so far, there's no shield capable of countering it.