Lin Yan stopped the motorcycle and glanced at the full moon overhead. Its cold light fell across his shoulders, the distant buildings, and the wheat fields, casting an eerie atmosphere over everything.
A trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.
It was a hunter's gaze.
Steadfast and sharp.
The helipad lay beneath the night sky.
The helicopter landed.
Akane Tsunemori, Ginoza, Sei Riku, and Tomomi Masaoka boarded the helicopter. Four staff members and a Dominator came with them. Inside the cabin, Akane picked up the radio.
"Let's go."
The Dominator in the cockpit received Akane's order and would carry it out without fail. The helicopter left the airport. Every member had prepared their equipment. What awaited them was a hard battle, and its outcome remained unknown.
The same was true of life and death.
"...Speaking of viruses used in biological attacks, can they really be made that easily?"
"The process itself is almost entirely automated. As long as the machines still work, High-Energy Oats' defensive virus isn't anything particularly special..."
"What was supposed to be an ironclad safeguard for food self-sufficiency is actually a double-edged sword. Even medicine can become deadly poison." Ginoza felt this especially deeply.
A blessing in disguise—or the reverse.
The opposite could be true as well.
Akane's expression was grave as she looked through a small window. Her eyes seemed unfocused, yet also as though they were staring intently at something. On the other side of the window were two figures—two men seen from behind, reflected in Akane's pupils.
"Dick's books... I haven't read any. Which one should I start with?" Jackson had once said that, and it had left a deep impression on Shogo Makishima. Now, before Shogo's eyes was Jackson's prosthetic eye—the one that had recorded everything.
In this world, machines replacing flesh