The best weapons often had impressive track records. You could even say that the most famous weapons weren't necessarily the most powerful.
And someone with a desire to create, who tried to make the best weapons, had no reason to miss a competition like this, no matter how you looked at it-
especially when the competition might be related to its other missions.
Car manufacturers took part in races, cyberware manufacturers entered unrestricted sporting events, and firearms manufacturers competed in shooting contests.
An extreme, brutal race that showcased every aspect of the vehicles and weapons, with lives on the line and speed as the prize. A competition like no other.
Right in Night City.
Starting in the Badlands, competitors could choose any starting point. They would enter the city by way of a dozen or so highways, pass through Coronado Farm in Santo Domingo, with its low-rise buildings, merge onto the city expressway leading to Vista del Rey, pass through the northern part of Pacific State, go around Corporate Plaza from Heywood, pass through Westbrook, cross the bridge into Kabuki District, and finally reach Watson District.
The finish line would be on the riverbank outside the Afterlife Nightclub, with a clear view of Corporate Plaza.
The route covered every major district and every gang's main territory and headquarters, ensuring that everyone in Night City could see it.
"Extreme Metal. Are you insane?!"
Jefferson's face changed drastically as soon as he opened the shard!
This wasn't a race. It was urban warfare!
The routes were designed to be free-flowing yet brutal. No specific route was required within each district, but everyone would inevitably be crammed onto a crowded boulevard on the way to the next one-
There were no restrictions on weapons, which meant heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, full-body cyberware,