The drones belonged to Militech. They could see them clearly.
Road racing, vehicle-mounted machine guns, rocket launchers-they'd just watched all that. The spectacle had been a little explosive, but it was nothing unusual in Night City.
But what the hell was that vehicle that looked like a Mackinaw and even had Mackinaw badges?
When they saw that super-armored pickup racing across the Badlands and actually being driven with that autocannon, they'd only sat up a little straighter.
But when the Anvil-2 hit it without leaving a scratch, the contestants weren't the only ones scared shitless. They jumped straight out of their seats:
This was a real, military-grade heavy anti-tank weapon they'd been using for years. The missile was over 1.5 meters long, and the explosives it carried, combined with the kinetic energy generated at launch, could easily penetrate 1,000 millimeters of homogeneous steel armor-
In other words, that pickup painted with a Burger King logo was, in essence, a new-concept supertank!
It could take a beating and dish one out, had plenty of power, and raced across the Badlands like it was running on foot. Was that fucker really a Mackinaw?
Stout was sweating profusely. She had sponsored the Tie Chui-30 autocannon on the Legend Mackinaw.
But the body armor, suspension, chassis, and tires-she had no idea what was going on with any of that!
A high-octane race like this wasn't enough to affect the world situation, but it still had a significant impact on Night City. For the upper classes, it was also good entertainment.
She just hadn't expected-
The current president of New America and former CEO of Militech International Armaments, Rosalind Myers, was watching too. She had even called her.
[President Myers: Do you have the technical data for this vehicle's defense system?]
Her voice was calm,