Boom-boom-boom!
The roar of engines seemed ready to shatter Night City!
Some of the noise came from cars on the streets, while some was simply advertising voice-overs.
Whatever the source, it all came down to vibrations. They gathered together and pounded against people's eardrums!
"Night City, Night City! Welcome back! It's your Stanley here. Are you ready to take on the wildest, most exciting, most brutal, bloodiest—and most fantastical Racing Competition in history?"
With every word he emphasized, the variety of ads changed along with it.
It wasn't that the whole city was cooperating with Stanley. It was just that ad placements were unusually dense at this time of day.
Gorilla Arms smashing through concrete, the nimble movements of the Double-Jump Operating System, Mantis Blades tearing people to pieces-
The ads came in all sorts of varieties, carefully edited, but they all shared one thing:
They were all recordings!
During the few days Extreme Metal had spent preparing, new solo operators and gangs had sprung up like mushrooms after the rain in corners no one noticed, striking factories, corporate facilities, gang hideouts, and production sites again and again.
Everyone was proving that they were the best candidates for getting this Cyberware installed and using these weapons!
The best investment prospects!
"I don't know if you're ready, but plenty of people can't wait!"
"Yesterday, I was planning to go out and buy something to eat. Before I even stepped outside, I saw a Militech warehouse across the street get smashed open by a burning van. A bunch of psychos cleaned the place out. I wonder which brave soul will pull out a complete 'Militech Barbecue Set' during the race-"
"Of course, I'm not a Militech hater. Arasaka got hit too! A thief slipped in without making a sound, then, when they