Corporate Warriors
Every super-enterprise has its own security department. Tianping Technology's security department is called the "Throne Department," a name that sounds incredibly cheesy.
At this moment, Han Tong, one of the captains of the Throne Department, received orders from his superiors to pick up a new colleague.
"A new colleague, a newbie in mechanical engineering, joining our department?"
Han Tong's thick eyebrows bulged, and he threw the list directly at the person opposite him, sneering:
"A relative of someone, isn't that right?"
Zhang Yu's secretary, suppressing his anger, said, "This is a normal company transfer; it has the signatures of all the responsible persons on it—"
"Don't try to fool me with these lakes!"
Han Tongmeng stood up abruptly. His three-meter-tall frame was bulging with muscles. Even more terrifying was that he had four arms. As he stood up, tangible creatures formed terrifying patterns on his skin, making him look like the mythical war demon Asura.
Han Tong, a member of the Throne Bureau headquarters, a biological cell modifier, a battle maniac, level... 60.
This is a company that rivals the leaders of its parent city.
In fact, every corporate division has such a super transformer in charge.
While the Cyber Proving Grounds are capable of handling 90% of enemies, if a special intelligence team from a rival corporation is equipped with equipment specifically designed to counter the Proving Grounds, then someone will need to intervene to eliminate them.
This person is Han Tong.
As a super combatant at the headquarters of Tianping Technology, Han Tong could completely disregard Zhang Yu's feelings—even though the two belonged to the same large faction, the "Armed Faction."
The secretary knew this muscular freak was unruly, but he didn't expect him to disregard even the branch manager's dignity. After thinking for a moment, he decided to try a different approach.
"Captain Han, the super samurai we've developed in collaboration with Marubeni is nearing completion. Would it be better to add you to the development team?"
Han Tong narrowed his eyes, stared at the other person for a long time, and then suddenly grinned. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Of course I would give face to the supervisor."
Just as the secretary breathed a sigh of relief, Han Tong coldly said:
"But let me make this clear beforehand: my men aren't exactly known for their good tempers, and they especially dislike mechanical slackers. You can send them people, but make sure they behave themselves. Otherwise, if any conflict arises, it will be a loss of face for both sides."
Half an hour later, a car pulled up in front of the information desk. The door opened, and the secretary poked her head out and waved to the senior engineer.
As expected, the senior engineer got into the car with a blank expression—it was indeed difficult for him to make an expression with his current skeletal face.
"This is your information. Download it. From now on, this will be your identity within the company," the secretary said, handing over an identification chip.
The senior engineer took the chip and inserted it into the interface.
In an instant, a large amount of fabricated data appeared, from birth to modification, and then to 100% mechanization, becoming a mechanical life form, every step of which was traceable.
"Highly efficient," a hoarse electronic voice rang out from the senior engineer's throat.
The secretary was still a little worried and instructed, "The Throne Department is different from other departments. It is a super department directly under the headquarters. Keep a low profile for a while. Manager Sun said that after some time, we will transfer you to our department."
"Learn."
The senior engineer's empty right eye socket stared at the secretary, making the secretary feel uneasy. She thought to herself, "Why is this guy wearing a prosthetic eye? Is he playing the role of a pirate?"
They drove in silence until the car entered the heavily fortified Tianping branch.
"A massive energy defense network, bio-radar, electronic tracking cannons, and... well, some peculiar aura. This branch feels like a fortress. It truly lives up to its reputation as a behemoth-level defense system. Compared to it, the Virtual Alliance is utterly inadequate."
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In Liangzhou City, Tianping Technology has become a country within a country. A super fortress built with 4D technology is in sight. The tall mechanical city walls rise from the ground, and behind the city walls, hundreds of high-rise buildings are connected to form a steel jungle. Countless people in suits or work clothes pass by in a hurry.
Looking out the window, the senior engineer saw a series of signal towers, evenly distributed behind the walls, outnumbering the buildings. A large number of biological signals flowed through them, and the sheer volume of signals even created various illusions, such as giant neural networks and dense forests of bones. However, the people here seemed to have become accustomed to it.
The senior engineer sensed a familiar presence within these biosignals.
That was my own scent.
What he needs to do now is to restart the 'biocomputer' that has been integrated into the test site.
Once the system is powered on, he will, to some extent, be able to control the power of this cyber test site.
"We've arrived. Be careful."
The secretary gave a warning and then hurriedly left, showing that he didn't want to stay there any longer.
The nearby Throne Division training base resembled a prison for serious criminals, with thick metal walls layered upon each other. The biosignals in this place were extremely strong, even excessively so.
It gave the senior engineer the feeling of being a giant living organism.
No one came to greet me.
The senior engineer didn't seem to care, hung the prepared work badge around his neck, and walked directly into the Throne Department.
My first impression upon entering was that it felt like stepping into a high-tech slaughterhouse.
There weren't many people here, only about ten. Regardless of gender, they were all muscular men. Some of them were leaning against the wall, some were lifting dumbbells weighing several tons high, and others were studying new weapons.
On the walls, various hands, feet, and heads were hung, with countless needle-like adjusters modifying the specific parameters of these organs.
A burly man with tattooed arms stared wide-eyed at the senior engineer. With a sudden rip from his large, basket-like hand, he tore off the engineer's arm, grabbed a new one, and shoved it onto the engineer. Countless granulation tissues connected and pieced together. After a few movements, the engineer slammed his fist into the ground, creating a huge crater.
"A bio-prosthetic prosthesis produced on an assembly line; this is a product of synthetic biology."
The industrialization of species and the assembly line production of bio-prosthetic bodies are powerful tools for biological civilization to counter carbon-based civilization. Their role is even more evident on the battlefield. No matter which part of the body is damaged, it can be restored immediately as long as it is reinstalled.
"I want to get this technology for my own team too!"
"Mechanical slag!"
"Industrial waste!"
"Waste!"
The senior engineer didn't care about the insults around him; he even found them amusing. He never imagined that one day he would be discriminated against, just because he didn't have a penis.
However, Tianping Technology's biotechnology is undeniable. What can be seen with the naked eye are all second-order bio-prosthetics. Although these corporate warriors are few in number, each one is at least an elite of level 40 or above. Although they cannot compare to the collider made entirely of memory metal, they are only one level weaker.
If you equip them with some top-tier Tier 2 equipment, they might even be able to carry out a tactical decapitation strike against the mechanical mainframe.