Players Invade Cyberpunk

But a gang is still a gang, and a smuggling team is still a smuggling team.

In the end, they are not a regular army, have not undergone formal training, and when fighting, they have no coordination, no order, and know nothing about tactics. They act solely out of a bloodthirsty courage and greed, using rocket launchers to suppress opponents without calculating the opponents' trump cards.

In fights involving two to three people, they might not be much worse than the players.

But the more people involved, the bigger the gap becomes. Players are not just unafraid of death.

The most important thing is that this group has died twenty times on average in the hands of the Tiger Claw helpers at the Phoenix Club these past few days.

The life-and-death combat, combined with the efficient learning and practical application of the Huang Ban training chip modified by the system, has allowed them to gradually grow up.

How to aim, how to shoot, how to find cover, crawl and shoot, dodge bullets, cooperate with each other... They've died so many times that even a pig should have some experience by now.

The firepower web of 20 people forcibly suppressed more than fifty Night Wanderers, and after spreading out, they were even forming an encirclement.

"Six on the left! They're surrounding us!"

"Ahead, those four guys are coming again, quickly stop them!"

"Someone's throwing explosives at us from behind!"

All around were endless sounds of explosions and bullets hitting iron plates.

Finally, after a stalemate for a while, the Night Wanderers realized that this bone was harder than they thought, and immediately felt a sense of fear.

The group gathered for profit will eventually disperse due to the wavering of interests, even less would they have the determination to fight to the death.

How can you make money if you go all out?

Lin Miao, overlooking the battlefield from the second floor, also noticed that the Night Wanderers were starting to retreat after their offensive was frustrated, indicating that this group was planning to flee.

You come when you want, and leave when you want. Do you think this is a public toilet?

He immediately issued an order for the players to counterattack and pursue.

Natural Curl took another swing, slicing from the neck down to the waist of a Night Wanderer with the power of the exoskeleton, cutting the person in two, blood gushing like a spring.

He was also seriously injured, at least he didn't know how many times he had been shot, his left hand was completely numb, full of bullet holes, and bleeding nonstop.

But amazingly, this exoskeleton linked to his neural interface could still move like a prosthetic following his nerve reactions, only the movements and sensitivity were significantly slower.

Normally, this is impossible, because intense pain and endocrine stimulation could cause neural confusion, leading to disordered thoughts, such as being unable to command limbs due to intense fear, or having trembling hands.

But players don't feel pain, nor do they fear.

He pulled out the knife stuck in the bone, blood flinging from the blade, and looked at the surrounding Night Wanderers, who were stunned and forgot to shoot, with a friendly smile.

"Time to drop some loot, bastards!"

The players had suffered significant casualties on their side, but no matter how many died, it didn't stop them from charging with high morale.

"For Azeroth!"

"For Sakurajima Mai!"

"White Emperor's Holy Sword! Sword Control follow me!"

"Gaia!!!"

The inexplicable shouts coming from all directions further terrified the Night Wanderers, their morale crumbling in an instant.

Tariq got anxious immediately, seeing that even now the Night Wanderers still had a significant numerical advantage, but the collapse of morale is not determined by numbers, but by the quality of the soldiers themselves and the organization of the troops.

And you can't expect a group of smugglers to have high organizational capability and member quality.

This breach cannot be opened now. If even one vehicle withdraws from the battlefield, the line will truly collapse.

He jumped out of the vehicle, stopped the Night Wanderers trying to get in, punched one to the ground, and cursed angrily.

"Everyone fucking stop now, I'll kill whoever tries to run!"

Saying this, he pulled out his gun and fired into the air.

The deterrence from the supervisory team temporarily quelled the Night Wanderers' thoughts of fleeing, redirecting their efforts back to the battlefield.

Tariq knew even more, those four company dogs in exoskeletons must be taken down, otherwise, it's only a matter of time before the whole operation collapses.

So he decided to personally step onto the field.

Tariq was a deserter from the Netherworld Dog, having hacked quite a bit, he had to flee to the Evil Land to join the Night Wanderers to survive, relying on his military-grade prosthetics to establish himself within this smuggling group as a small-to-mid-level leader.

His face was grim.

He activated Sianweistan.

Buzz——

The entire world's motion slowed in his eyes, the sheath-driven artificial muscles in his legs, along with the Chun Er steam drive, granted him nearly twice the normal human ability, and in a blink, he charged from the center of the Night Wanderer ranks to the front, standing before Natural Curl, the guy who slaughtered Night Wanderers viciously, inserting the shotgun into a gap in the bulletproof plate, and pulled the trigger.

The large and small lead pellets instantly shattered the brain of the already critically wounded Natural Curl, the exoskeleton finally halted with the badly wounded body collapsing to the ground.

Sensing his prosthetic heating up, he immediately shut it down without a second thought, as overusing it could be deadly.

Wildman saw Natural Curl being cleanly killed and immediately realized.

"Damn, it's the BOSS!"

He instantly turned his gun towards Tariq, the machine gun drawing a line of fire, sweeping the battlefield.

So far, Wildman hadn't seen anyone in other games capable of taking dozens of bullets and still moving as long as the health bar wasn't empty.

It's about realism; even a BOSS should die if hit in a vital area.

But what he didn't expect was that there really could be someone in this world who could dodge bullets.

Pushed to the limit, Tariq had no choice but to re-engage Sianweistan, feeling his nervous system heating up and overloading, blood boiling, almost instantaneously flashing to the front of Wildman, ending his life with a single shot.

He didn't quite understand why the Wildman, theoretically an elite company dog operative, didn't have Sianweistan, maybe because of that trash exoskeleton....

And his action of killing two exoskeleton warriors successfully reignited the morale of the Night Wanderers, maybe they could take down this company stronghold soon.

However, in the next second, sparks erupted from his head, causing Tariq's speeding body to suddenly halt.

Dammit... there's a hacker here....

He felt a pang of unease, but it was too late to react, as Lin Miao shot his head apart.