Chapter 1095: Chapter 848: Kill Honma Noriko
The battle felt instinctually exhilarating.
Pan Ruiyi clutched Nilu’s head, her fingers embedding into her face, inadvertently crushing her facial muscles, fingertips hooking the cheekbones and upper jaw, like gripping a porcelain ball with indentations.
She could’ve extracted so information. Pan Ruiyi tossed Nilu’s head to the ground, watching her body collapse with a crash, her head attached to about a quarter ter of spine.
Did she want to say sothing before she died?
Pan Ruiyi turned her head; due to the chaotic battlefield, rain started to fall, and she rushed to the rooftop to look down.
Truly wondrous, she thought.
I am standing at the top of the Khalifa Spire.
Xu Yang, Lady Farosa… I am standing at the highest point of this city. Did I succeed in my mission? Pan Ruiyi questioned herself.
No, not yet.
Honma Noriko has not been caught.
She squinted her eyes, observing every detail of Safalai City clearly.
So people, upon seeing the rebels enter the city, shrank back in fear, not daring to show themselves, while others peered with a mix of curiosity and terror, trying to take advantage of the chaos, and many others tried to flee, roads out of the city packed with vehicles.
But many have gathered to resist Xisheng’s dominion.
Pan Ruiyi, with formidable strength, was willing to charge into the fray, but ordinary people now also stood against the corporate army’s barrage with their flesh and blood.
About 200 people poured out of a building, looking quite disheveled, seemingly employees of so corporation, having exerted a lot of effort to defeat the guards within and escape, only to run into a squad of Xisheng Soldiers outside.
The weapons of both sides glead under the dim lighting, and the citizens joining the rebellion raised their fists, as if to demonstrate their resolve, before engaging in battle monts later. The screams and roars echoed; the squad comprised only 15 soldiers, yet their equipnt was far more advanced. Rifles fired high-temperature plasma that ford fiery waves, evaporating human bodies within seconds.
What are they angry about? she wondered. What exactly fuels their anger?
So things are not possessed at birth and are difficult to obtain in one’s lifeti.
Honma Noriko’s net worth was 500000000000; an ordinary person would need to work for a billion months, or 8.33 million years, to accumulate that amount of money.
In the face of this harsh reality, rebellion is the ultimate expression of freedom.
She recalled a very old scene, a lone wolf approaching a corporate military formation, with the phrase “Will you be a coward all your life, or a hero, even for just a few minutes?” A shout from deep within, ant to awaken only a few.
Everything before her was its ultimate reflection.
Pan Ruiyi leaned forward, feeling waves of discomfort; the electromagnetic environnt was terrible, communication was erratic, and the whole city seed engulfed in the fog of war.
Her hands trembled; her body was both exhilarated and weak, unable to fight, with the earlier combat feeling like a final burst of energy.
Pan Ruiyi found several guns inside a tearoom, leapt down, and fired upon the enemies.
The air was thick with smoke; tal and rubber burned, the noxious fus making her feel unwell.
She gazed down at the citizens involved in the conflict, most trapped by the barricades and laser walls set up by Xisheng, isolated in their respective residential areas, able only to resist with all their might.
Mutagens, implants, and AI at this ti granted citizens extra power. If guns amplified an individual’s firepower to the maximum, then these cyber technologies could enhance all other human qualities to their extre limits.
Even office workers, accustod to grafting chips to boost agility and upgrade intelligence, bought weapons for self-defense and now, in this crisis, fought with their augnted vision and focus, assaulting Xisheng forces with available arms and explosives.
Even disabling an armored vehicle or injuring a soldier with a stray bullet could slow Xisheng’s army, adding bricks to the resistance’s efforts.
The tens of thousands of troops Xisheng spent hugely to maintain found themselves trapped among the 4 million residents of Safalai City.
Their coordination faced innurable challenges.
Pan Ruiyi flew across many key locations: Safalai City Center, Fountain District, Palm Island, Safalai Port, Artificial River, Grand Opera House, Miracle Garden, Sail Hotel, Safalai Artificial Ski Resort… everywhere was afla with conflict.
Pan Ruiyi knew Aisha managed, at most, 20000 troops and over 400 armored vehicles, yet with such intense fighting, she thought Aisha commanded over a million n.
The sea of citizens overwheld Xisheng’s elite forces.
The sound of glass shattering, tal breaking, and ground explosions rang endlessly; even amidst such chaos, most believed victory would favor them.
Through radio stations, civilian communications, and remaining television dia, people exchanged precious information. Despite broken bits of conversation, even without witnessing the battle at Khalifa Spire, citizens realized certain truths: Xisheng’s central control had been destroyed.
Xisheng’s army, lacking support, would only dwindle further.
As the city suffered more damage, power and water supply networks gradually shut down; the neon signs and holographic advertisents adorning hotel and large mall rooftops grew dim, ultimately fading away.
The ostentatious decorations atop the tall buildings trembled under the gunfire from the ground.
Pan Ruiyi saw 102 had already carved a bloody path, shielding the convoy below as it advanced, so she swooped down to assist 102 in combat.
“So dangerous!” 102 opened fire on the ground-mounted turrets.
This was Xisheng’s main defensive area; every advance of a hundred ters t Xisheng’s elite troops, who seed to have calculated the rebels’ routes, pre-establishing sturdy defensive fortresses.
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