High-end corporate warfare often only requires the most straightforward methods.
Watering the money tree, snatching legal seals, scratching the car's rear.
When the Host Brain's surveillance discovered that the opponent's 'Brain-Machine Zombie Army' was advancing towards the two Mechanical Cities, his first reaction wasn't, 'Holy crap, the zombie army is invading,' but 'Do these Vinos executives have holes in their heads?'
Oh, right, they indeed have holes in their heads, legitimate primitive Brain-Machine Holes, heretics!
Even Black Python, whose brain doesn't function too well, couldn't help but fall into contemplation upon seeing this, hesitantly saying after a long while:
"So many people gathered together, wouldn't setting up a dozen machine guns solve the problem?"
"Not just machine guns, rocket launchers, atomic bombs, drone formations, satellite positioning weapons, even a few dozen low-level Transformers guarding a street corner would solve the problem instantly."
