Cyberpunk:Gained a body of steel

Jack moved toward the wooden floor near the window, searching for a hidden switch. After fumbling for a few seconds, he found it and pressed it. The safe freezer rose slowly, revealing its contents.

"Jack, use this chip to open the safe," Peter said, tossing him a small unlocking chip he had retrieved from Arasaka Raijin's bedside. In Peter's hand was a sleek pistol with intricate patterns, the signature weapon of Arasaka elites: the "King Kong."

The pistol felt extraordinary—its surface was cool and metallic, yet it had the soft texture of leather.

Jack quickly inserted the chip, and the freezer unlocked with a soft click. Inside was a temperature-controlled suitcase containing the relic chip.

"Baby, we finally found you," Jack muttered, gazing at the case.

Just then, a large formation of hovercrafts appeared outside the hotel. Among them was a sleek black vehicle surrounded by heavy escorts.

"Peter! We've got a problem. Arasaka Raijin and Adam Smasher are heading to the top-floor suite!" T-Bug's voice crackled through the comms, laced with panic.

"Are you kidding me? Why is that bastard coming back now?" Jack exclaimed, panic evident in his voice.

"Peter, what do we do now?" David asked, his voice trembling.

Without hesitation, Peter opened the vent to a nearby maintenance shaft. "Get in! Quickly!"

The four of them squeezed into the narrow space, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder. Peter and V ended up standing side by side, with V leaning against Peter's chest. Meanwhile, Jack and David were crammed into the remaining space.

Moments later, the elevator doors opened, and Arasaka Raijin stormed into the room, his expression irritable and tense. Walking beside him was Adam Smasher, a towering figure with barely 4% of his original body remaining, the rest replaced by heavily armed cybernetic enhancements.

"Why the hell is that old man coming to Night City now?" Arasaka Raijin grumbled, pouring himself a drink. His agitation was evident in the way his leg bounced uncontrollably.

Standing silently by his side, Adam Smasher exuded menace. Unlike Jack's prosthetics, which were designed for functionality and aesthetics, Adam's cybernetics were purely militaristic. His body was a fortress of metal and weaponry, radiating pure intimidation.

"Shit! That's Adam Smasher—the living legend of Night City!" Jack whispered, sweat dripping down his face.

David, too overwhelmed to speak, nodded in agreement.

"Peter, what now?" V whispered, her voice calm despite the tension.

"Stay quiet. Let's see how long Arasaka Raijin stays," Peter replied, his voice steady.

Arasaka Raijin slumped onto the couch, downing his drink in one gulp. Moments later, two figures descended from the roof's upper level. One of them was an elderly man with a slightly hunched posture but an unmistakable aura of authority—Saburo Arasaka himself.

"Goddamn! That's Saburo Arasaka!" Jack hissed, barely suppressing his voice.

David's eyes widened in disbelief, and V tightened her grip on Peter's arm.

The father and son exchanged a tense glance. Arasaka Raijin's previously volatile demeanor softened slightly, though he still appeared uneasy.

Takemura Goro, Saburo's loyal bodyguard, stood beside his master, his cybernetic eyes scanning the room.

"Goro, this is my son. Do you really think it's necessary to scan him?" Saburo's voice was calm but carried a subtle warning.

Takemura immediately ceased his scan and bowed. "My apologies, Mr. Saburo. I was merely ensuring the area's security."

With that, he stepped aside, standing at attention.

Inside the shaft, Jack whispered, "I thought we were done for! This is insane."

David wiped his forehead, trying to stay calm.

V muttered under her breath, "Dex, you son of a bitch. How could you not warn us about Saburo Arasaka showing up?"

"Quiet," Peter snapped. "If Adam Smasher hears us, we're dead."

Saburo took a seat opposite his son, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Raijin's barely contained frustration.

"Why are you here?" Raijin asked, his voice laced with irritation. "Didn't we agree that I would handle Night City?"

"Heh," Saburo chuckled softly. "Handle it? You were about to sell off the company's last stronghold in America to those barbarians in the West. If I hadn't come, we'd have lost everything."

Saburo's words cut deep, and Raijin's face twisted with anger. "I don't need you interfering with my strategies!"

"You're my son, Raijin," Saburo replied, his tone sharp. "That's the only reason I entrusted you with Night City. But since taking over, you've handed away our projects

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