Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 796.6. Terrorist Mobile Unit Personnel

The Terrorist Mobile Unit—a fearsome armed force in Night City—comprises ten elite squads, with a total membership consistently between sixty and seventy.

For a megacity whose population has recently swelled from seven million to nearly eight million, this special forces unit responsible for suppressing riots and eradicating cyberpsychosis is minuscule in size. However, it is precisely this deliberately maintained "scarcity" that becomes part of its terrifying deterrent.

Because the Terrorist Mobile Squad itself is composed of "tamed beasts"—almost all members are top-level dangerous individuals who were captured and modified during cyberpsychosis episodes.

In this steel jungle, only killing machines with hands soaked in blood and nerves driven mad by cybernetic implants deserve the title of "cyber psychopath." And only cyber psychopaths who have undergone cortical suppression surgery and drug treatment can become members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

Maintaining the size of this team is nothing short of a miracle.

Considering the high rate of relapses of nervous breakdowns during missions, the near-mutual destruction ratio when hunting their own kind, and the harsh reality that each member's average service period is no more than two years, the Terrorist Mobile Unit is constantly on the verge of personnel depletion.

The Terrorist Mobile Unit is always understaffed, yet it has never truly faced the predicament of having no one available.

This statement sounds like a paradox, but if you understand the nature of this team, you will understand the cruel logic behind it—in this Night City, madness is as common as breathing.

Every day, new cyberpsychotics are born on the streets, and every day there are out-of-control mercenaries, overloaded cyborg soldiers, and citizens consumed by despair. They continuously fill the gaps in the terrorist mobile unit.

The question is never "whether there are madmen", but "how long can madmen live".

Most newly recruited team members don't last more than three months—either they are torn apart by more ferocious prey during missions, or they completely break down on a night of duty and eventually become targets for elimination by their own teammates.

Those who survived were monsters among monsters, madmen among madmen. They teetered on the brink of collapse, yet miraculously maintained a last shred of sanity—enough to keep them killing, enough to make them the sharpest execution tools in Night City.

Therefore, the Terrorist Mobile Unit is always short of people, yet it is never short of people, because in this city, madness is the only renewable resource.

Now, due to the negligence of the previous manager, this tamed beast has completely broken free of its reins.

The terrorist mobile unit has spiraled out of control—they refuse to perform their daily duties, ignore command and control, and have even begun to act recklessly according to their own insane logic. This blatant rebellion is an intolerable betrayal for any authority.

The reason why the city council and major corporations have long tolerated the special law enforcement powers held by this group of cyberpsychotics and condoned their indiscriminate killings and forced 'recruitment' during the crackdown is that they are indeed able to effectively maintain a distorted order.

This special operations force, established in the 2000s, has been practicing a simple rule for nearly a century: use madness to contain madness. But if they can't even realize this last bit of value, then this crazy team that walks the edge of the law may have to come to an end.

Although the security situation in Night City is improving—the NCPD has largely controlled the regular crime rate by massively expanding the recruitment of ordinary officers and forming several new special operations teams.

However, the Terrorist Mobile Unit still retains its last strategic value in the face of the unique threat of cyberpsychosis: their clearing efficiency far exceeds that of regular NCPD personnel, and more importantly, these madmen, who are themselves expendable resources, are much more 'economical' in terms of budget than well-trained special operations teams.

As long as they continue hunting their own kind, and as long as their bullets hit the 'correct' targets, the city's rulers will continue to tolerate the existence of this mad team. After all, in Night City, pragmatism always trumps moral principles. Therefore, to definitively determine whether this long-established squad could still be of any use, the city council members chose Andy, the NCPD Special Operations Team leader, to take charge of this increasingly out-of-control mad legion.

Andy's special operations team has proven itself in the past with its actual combat record, demonstrating its ability to partially replace the functions of the Terrorist Mobile Unit. He is familiar with street fighting methods and maintains sound rationality—which is precisely what the current Terrorist Mobile Unit lacks most.

When the lawmakers made their decision, they discussed 'waste utilization'.

In their eyes, this was just a risk-controlled experiment: if the young captain could really get those lunatics to obey again, then Night City would once again have a handy weapon; even if it failed, it would just be another insignificant riot, since the NCPD's special operations team had already proven they could clean up the mess.

No one cared whether Andy himself was willing to take on this hot potato. Those suit-wearing big shots only cared about the final outcome—whether this long-established violent machine could be given a second spring or should be completely sent to the incinerator of history.

"I've always had a kind of 'shadow' feeling towards the Terrorist Mobile Unit."

Upon arriving outside the 'Municipal Criminal Justice Complex,' the base established by the Terrorist SWAT team in 2020, Oliver said to Andy, "This is probably a shadow that every Santo Domingo resident has. It's like the feeling of a terrifying demon from a story, used to scare children. If you don't behave, the Terrorist SWAT team will come and arrest you."

"This isn't just something the people of Santo Domingo have; the people of Haywood have it too."

Jack chuckled and said from the side, "It seems like every kid who lived in Night City heard this when they were little."

"When I was very young, my sister and I heard about the Terrorist Mobile Unit, which was used to scare people when Mr. Johnson was telling stories. Now I have to face and take over it myself. I wonder if I would have been shocked if I knew about this situation when I was a child."

When Andy said this, even when he mentioned his sister, his expression didn't change much. As time went by, some things became more and more unforgettable, yet he could express them more and more calmly.

"Whether or not we're shocked, this is something we have to face."

As Carl spoke, he glanced around at the people who had accompanied Andy.

He, Andy, V, Jack, Oliver, Johnny, and the other special operations team members who came with them were on the perimeter preparing to eliminate the terrorist squad in order to prevent it from going berserk and affecting the civilians.

Six people were facing the entire building, which was roughly equivalent to a terrorist mobile unit of about seventy people.
"Johnny, can your modified body really withstand it?"

Carl's only concern was Johnny.

"Don't underestimate me, Karl. Just wait and see."

"I'm afraid this is something you said back then, Arasaka Tower."

(End of this chapter)