Every super corporation has its own security departnt, and Balance Technology's security departnt is called the 'Throne Departnt,' a na that sounds rather juvenile.
At this mont, one of the captains of the Throne Departnt, Han Tong, received orders from above to pick up a new colleague.
"A new colleague, and a newbie with chanical transformation, joining our departnt?"
Han Tong's thick brows twitched as he slamd the list onto the face of the person opposite, sneering:
"Is this a connected hire?"
Zhang Yu's secretary held back his anger and said, "This is a normal company transfer, with signatures from all the responsible parties—"
"Don't try to fool
with that!"
Han Tong suddenly stood up, his three-ter-tall body densely packed with muscles. Even more terrifyingly, he had four arms, and as he stood up, substantial biological energy condensed into frightening patterns on his skin, resembling the mythological War Ghost Asura.
Han Tong, a mber of the Throne Bureau Headquarters, a biological cell Transforr, a battle fanatic, level... 60.
He is a corporate strongman on par with the strong of the Mother City.
In fact, every corporate branch office has a super Transforr like this one stationed there.
Although the capabilities of the Cyber Test Field can handle ninety percent of enemies, if an opposing corporation sends in a specially equipped espionage team targeting the Field, soone has to take them down.
That person is Han Tong.
And as a super combatant of Balance Technology Headquarters, Han Tong can completely disregard Zhang Yu's authority—even if they both belong to the 'Ard Faction' grand faction.
The secretary knew this muscle-bound monster was unruly, but did not expect him to disregard even the face of a branch manager. After so thought, he decided to switch tactics.
"Captain Han, the Super Samurai developed jointly with Marubeni is nearly complete. Wouldn't it be better to include you in the developnt list?"
Han Tong narrowed his eyes, glaring at his opponent for a mont, then suddenly grinned, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Of course, I have to give the manager so face."
Just as the secretary breathed a sigh of relief, Han Tong added coldly:
"But let
make it clear, my subordinates don't have good temperants, especially towards chanical trash. You can insert people, but they better behave, otherwise, any conflict would be embarrassing for both sides."
…
Half an hour later, a car stopped in front of the information desk, the door opened, and the secretary poked his head out, gesturing to Gao Gong.
Gao Gong had anticipated this and expressionlessly got into the car—considering his current skull-faced appearance, making facial expressions was indeed difficult.
"This is your profile. Download it, and it will be your identity within the corporation," the secretary handed over an identification chip.
Gao Gong took the chip and inserted it into the port.
In an instant, a large amount of fabricated data flashed by, tracing each step from birth to transformation, then to 100% chanical transformation into chanical life, every step traceable.
"Efficient enough," a hoarse electronic voice emitted from Gao Gong's throat.
Still a bit uneasy, the secretary advised, "The Throne Departnt is different from other departnts; it's a super departnt directly under headquarters. Stay low-key for a while. Manager Sunx said they would transfer you to our departnt after so ti."
"Understood."
Gao Gong's hollow right eye socket turned towards the secretary, making him shiver. He wondered why this guy got a prosthetic eye—was he playing pirate?
The ride was silent, and soon, the car entered the heavily fortified Balance Branch.
'Large energy defense net, biological radar, electronic tracking cannons, oh, and so special presences. This branch feels like a fortress; I have to say, it's worthy of super corporation-level defense. Compared to this, Illusionary Union doesn't stand a chance.'
In Liangzhou City, Balance Technology had beco a nation within a nation; a super fortress built with 4D technology stood before his eyes, towering chanical city walls rose up, and behind the walls, over a hundred skyscrapers interconnected, forming a steel jungle, with countless people in suits or work clothes bustling by.
Through the window, Gao Gong saw nurous signal towers, evenly distributed behind the walls, even more than the buildings; a massive flow of biological signals circulated here, creating various illusions due to the excessive number of signals, such as gigantic neural networks and vast bone jungles. But the people here seed used to it.
Within these biological signals, Gao Gong sensed a familiar presence.
It was his own presence.
Now, his task was to reboot the 'biological computer' integrated into the test field.
Once rebooted, he would effectively control this part of the Cyber Test Field.
"Here we are, be careful."
The secretary warned briefly before hastily leaving, clearly not wanting to stay in this place any longer.
Nearby, the Throne Departnt's training base resembled a prison for holding felons, with thick tal walls layered upon each other, and the biological signals there were exceptionally dense, perhaps excessively so.
To Gao Gong, it felt like an enormous organism.
Nobody ca to greet him.
Gao Gong didn't mind, hanging the prepared work badge around his neck and walking straight into this branch of the Throne Departnt.
The first impression upon entering was like stepping into a high-tech slaughterhouse.
There weren't many people here, only about a dozen, male or female, all muscular. So leaned against the walls, others lifted several-ton dumbbells high, while still others studied new weaponry.
Hands, feet, and heads covered the walls, and countless needle-like tuners were modifying the specific paraters of these organs.
A muscular man with tattooed arms widened his large eyes at Gao Gong, tore his arm off with a massive hand, grabbed a new arm at will, and attached it. Nurous buds connected, piecing together, testing with several movents, and then slamd the ground, creating a massive pit.
'Assembly line biological exoskeletons, a product of synthetic biology.'
Industrialization of species and assembly line biological exoskeletons are weapons of Biological Civilization against Carbon-Based Civilization. On the battlefield, their effects are even more pronounced—regardless of which part of the body is damaged, it can be imdiately restored by being reattached.
'I must get my side a technology like this!'
"chanical trash!"
"Industrial waste!"
"Useless!"
Gao Gong paid no mind to the insults around him, even finding them amusing—who would have thought there'd co a day when he'd be discriminated against, just because he had no little guy now.
However, Balance Technology's biotechnology is undeniable; what ets the eye are Tier 2 biological exoskeletons, and though these corporate warriors are few in number, each is at least level 40, elite even if not fully made of mory tal or colliders, they are only one level inferior.
Equipped with so top-tier second-tier equipnt, they even have the capability to carry out a tactical beheading of the chanical main brain.
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