Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1202 - 390: Smart Poor People Become Hakurei Reimu_3

Henry was curious and intrigued by the distant army for the first time.What exactly were these guys, three-headed and six-armed, or with nine lives?

Those on top dare to think, and those below dare to act.

They dared to confront the European Community head-on, even messing up the Lancaster family’s grandson, with life or death unknown.

Especially knowing these feats were real, recalling the announcement at departure, it had a rather tragic heroism.

If not for the crew’s extraordinary abilities, this bunch would probably not survive, yet even so, they not only completed the mission perfectly but spontaneously cooperated in an ambush.

Their initiative was the strongest Henry had ever seen, unmatched by any armed company.

What kind of thing drove these people to risk their lives?

It’s unlikely they just wanted to risk their lives for the sake of it, right?

The funniest scene was in the aerospace hunting Mewtwo, where the Black Forest Mercenaries from the Cuban side tried to replicate, only to hit a dead end, getting their tanks disassembled in mid-air.

Someone even tagged a second-generation employee from the Dassault Company in the channel to verify the situation.

The guy who got tagged was whining and complaining, everyone else immediately understood, bursting into laughter.

This wasn’t about a company oppressing an individual or hiding a scandal, it was open sparring between companies, impossible to hide.

Henry also took a jab at Dassault Company’s pilots and planes being weak in the channel, only to be retorted with

"If you’re so awesome, why not go to Cuba?"

Henry, infuriated by the retort, responded

"Fine, I’ll go, but I’m not heading to Havana, I want to go over to Horizon Corporation and interview those guys on how they stole your planes!"

"You damn!"

Upon hearing Henry was heading to Horizon Corporation, everyone in the channel got intrigued.

This company had frequently appeared in the news since last year, causing trouble for big enterprises like Huang Ban, Soviet Petrochemical. It’s impossible to say they weren’t interested.

So they all agreed with Henry to go together when the time came.

The circle was full of privileged second-generation kids, overflowing with resources, so indulgent in revelry that little excited them anymore.

Once their interest is piqued, however, they’d dive in headfirst, not stopping until they achieved their goal.

Neither Cuban fights nor gangs mattered to them, born into European noble families.

Behind the revelry of these heirs, though, several global enterprises, including Military Technology, frantically shorted Dassault military and Black Forest.

The world was subtly pushed towards a new bipolar confrontation.

Enterprises like Kangtao, Military Science, Huang Ban, from Asia and America, showed astonishing coordination in delivering a heavy blow to the European Community.

Europe’s setbacks in Cuba were broadcast everywhere, known worldwide.

As the world’s largest economic bloc, the European Community took 70% of global profits—superficially.

Other enterprises had long held grudges, now hoping for the European Community to get furious and personally intervene in Cuba.

After all, everyone knows imperialism never reasons with you. It uses force over negotiation, credit over purchase.

Strategic restraint?

Nonexistent.

If they’re reasoning even a bit, it’s because they’re weaker, forced with no options.

As for Lancaster, mocked as the target, he’d suffered greatly.

After being ambushed that day, he fled under the cover of the guard squad, even the hovercar had its engine blown to pieces—a painstaking escape.

Yet, he didn’t hate the treacherous enemies; loss is mere routine, falling behind just means weaker skills.

Betrayed by his own incompetent teammates, Lancaster couldn’t understand how these Cubans could move such a large hovercar squadron right to the command post.

If only the European forces had rotated sooner, perhaps this ridiculous event wouldn’t have occurred.

After his failed combat and narrow escape, he was quickly recalled to Europe by his family, replaced by a proper officer, but nobody cared much—who doesn’t face setbacks in growth?

As for the dead Cuban soldiers and civilians, nobody cared.

This experience in Cuba taught Lancaster a significant lesson.

No matter how advanced the weapons, effectiveness depended on the user’s quality to unleash maximum potential.

Back when Germany relied on systemized training to produce high-quality soldiers, punching through half of Europe.

Whereas the Cuban soldiers’ quality was abysmally low, uneducated, unable to comprehend even commands properly, sluggish and lazy.

Compared to the enemies, it was like night and day.

Comparison was infuriating.

Back in Europe, reflecting deeply, he decided to investigate his own company’s soldiers’ educational levels and quality.

Only to find shocking results upon checking.

Though systematic training occurred after enlistment, most company soldiers only attended community colleges, also filled with all sorts of vices.

No choice.

Good men don’t become soldiers.

Anyone with capability wouldn’t risk their lives in the army as mere pawns.

Moreover, corruption was appalling, bullying in the army leading to monthly casualties.

Determined not to wait any longer, Lancaster ambitiously took his plan to his father in the study, busy with financial reports.

A detailed plan emphasizing the importance and process of nurturing quality soldiers, at least elevating basic soldiers to high school-level literacy.

Unexpectedly, his father barely glanced before tossing it into the pile.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because smart poor people can become radicals, you should start interning at the company tomorrow, stop overthinking."

Radicals?

It was the first time Lancaster heard the term, his father’s expression seemed deeply earnest, unwilling to discuss further.

What could drive his reverent father to avoid contact with this idea?