Chapter 792

Clearing the secret base didn’t take long. Calling it “instantaneous” would be unfair to the loyalists inside who still clung to Hanako Arasaka’s name—but saying it required effort would be an exaggeration.

Thanks to the internal access codes Karl had acquired from Hanako’s faction, the facility’s security—designed to repel any typical Badlands clan or even corporate spec-ops unit—never even had a chance to engage.

The blast doors slid open like obedient pets, the automated turrets lowered their barrels into standby, and even the laser tripwires in the corridors dimmed their crimson eyes. All those defenses that could make a Militech strike team sweat were now as docile as toys in a Japantown showroom.