Arasaka Tower stood in the busiest, most central part of Night City. City Hall was not far away, while skyscrapers surrounded it on all sides like rings of towering walls.
The plan was simple: storm in through the front entrance of Arasaka Tower, plant the nuke on one of the middle floors, then head to the top floor. After looting something valuable from that old bastard Saburo Arasaka's office, they would take the aircar Rogue had arranged and leave from the rooftop.
But leaving was only a smokescreen. Next, they would make a Feigned Retreat, disguise themselves as firefighters, infiltrate the ruins of Arasaka Tower after the explosion, and then make their way deep underground to where Mikoshi was located.
Generally speaking, the simpler a plan was, the better. The people carrying it out varied in skill, and making things too complicated only made mistakes more likely.
If they were being practical, blowing up Arasaka Tower was completely unnecessary. Deathstroke could infiltrate underground alone, and no one would ever discover him.
But people were not machines. They could not consider everything solely in terms of input-output ratios. Su Ming wanted to blow up Arasaka Tower to make up for a regret from the game in his previous life. Even if it was just for fun, the good mood it brought him mattered more than so-called efficiency.
He had always been fighting, using his wits and courage against all kinds of enemies. Was gaining power so he could better carry out missions or serve society?
Of course not. He did it so he could survive, live happily, and let the friends and family around him live well too.
Helping Rogue regain her youth had only been a small effort. Su Ming even wanted to watch the grand Harem Intrigue drama of