Players Invade Cyberpunk

"No, I can't come up with these ideas, it's one of my employees who did. Of course, he didn't invent it himself—it's just experience from predecessors. I just thought his idea was good, so I adopted it."

After saying this, Lin Miao turned back, gesturing for Sol to look at that Wildman among the eight exoskeleton soldiers.

Although Wildman is called Wildman One Punch, playing Starship Paratroopers 2, he likes to forgo intelligence and charge aggressively with all machine gunners.

But that doesn't mean he's actually dumb; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to slaughter the giant and potato goalkeepers in the game like chicken feed.

Dumb people can't reach his level.

"He'll definitely be a great commander one day."

Sol was a bit envious; he felt like Lin Miao's group was full of mysterious talents, each with their own skills.

At least they're all fearless warriors.

Of course, having skills isn't enough; the people above must be willing to let you showcase and grow.

Knowing how to use others well is a skill too. Especially Lin Miao, who not only adopted his subordinates' excellent plans but also openly admitted to lacking such skills himself, is quite rare.

"If he wants to."

Anyway, Lin Miao wouldn't intentionally interfere with a player's development interests. At most, he might use some enticements. You can choose whatever profession you want, as long as you don't regret it yourself. If you show talent, Lin Miao will invest.

"So, what do you want to do now, should we take them on?"

Panam and Mitch looked a bit tempted, but Sol spoke first.

"I want to know what you would do if Adcardo didn't agree to carry out this battle plan."

Lin Miao replied, "I'd fight anyway, just with a different tactic."

From encircling the point to ambushing reinforcements to small team guerrilla tactics.

Send out players in groups of four to harass and remove the Night Wanderer's strongholds everywhere.

With rocket launchers, exoskeletons, and explosives, players won't lack assault capability—taking out Night Wanderer's bases in the Evil Land bit by bit over two to three days of constant life exchange.

As for the office?

Cover the surrounding roads with mines, reinforce defensive walls, dig trenches, and lay barbed wire. If you've got the guts, come and hit hard.

"What about after that?"

Sol still hadn't agreed.

"How do you plan to face Chaotic Blade Association's counterattack, considering our current strength may not be able to hold them off?"

"My next batch of reinforcements is on its way, and more will follow. If Chaotic Blade Association dares to come, I'll fight them. I plan to completely drive this group out of Night City."

If Lin Miao gets pushed to the limit, he'll directly use the Celestial Demon Dissolving Skill.

Full power on fifteen bio-modification pods, cancel the death penalty, initiate infinite melee mode, and crazily issue reserved accounts. He can guarantee turning Stone Ridge Mountain Office's defense battle into a Verdun-level battle.

Comparing numbers?

Lin Miao isn't necessarily afraid of that; the battlefield is full of recyclable biomass, my horde is endless, while you face casualties every minute.

Even comparing quality, he's not scared either. New players might not have cybernetic bodies, but that doesn't mean they lack combat strength.

For so many years, people have doubted many things, but rarely questioned that group's combat capability.

With multiple iron arms, are you really invulnerable to knives and guns or something?

With those words, Lin Miao looked at the three people in front of him.

"So, are you in or not?"

......

Sixth Street Gang's management model inherits the United States' separation of powers.

Investigation department 'investigation'

Operations department 'impact'

Management department 'internal'

Each has the power of veto.

Even if you're the boss of Sixth Street Gang, if you can't persuade two-thirds of the departments, you can't execute a decision.

And now, the Sixth Street Gang's equipment investigation team in Evil Land is composed of three members from the investigation department and three from the operations department.

They're closer to a militia organization than a pure gang.

Sometimes, their identities can switch seamlessly.

They consider themselves to have the blood of the true Star-Spangled Banner in their veins, true American sons, genuine rednecks.

MAGA!

Hey, talk about authentic～～

A total of ten sets of produced exoskeletons, aside from the eight sets on the players, there are two specifically for their exhibition.

When the old captain had people unload the items from the car, all six of them were pleasantly surprised.

No need to mention, this thing certainly fits Sixth Street Gang's aesthetic.

You ask why?

Step one in product marketing: grasp the pain points of your target customers.

The only difference between the two exoskeletons and the one worn by players is the paint job.

Blue, white, and red intertwined, with a white star on the helmet, making them look like a moving United States flag from afar.

The shield on that heavy-duty exoskeleton is also emblazoned with Six Street Gang's iconic blue, white, and red skull emblem.

What's the meaning of this?

I am the American shield!

Have a look at the first page of the instruction booklet.

[Make America Great Again]

This certainly speaks to their hearts; this is definitely a soulmate!

Never mind the product quality for now; with just this appearance, it's already catching Sixth Street Gang's eyes tightly.

In Lin Miao's plan, he's prepared different aesthetic designs for different gangs: Japanese samurai style for the Hakimi Gang, American style for Sixth Street Gang, and death Christ style for the Valentino.

Scavenger?

They're not worthy.

Vortex Gang?

They're not the target customers; they might not be into your style.

When Reyes took possession of these two exhibition exoskeletons, he almost spat in Lin Miao's face.

Ugh! How disgusting!

Williams, the head of the investigation team, approached to examine the details of the exoskeleton worn by Reyes' subordinates.

The wide, rough exoskeleton was adorned with strings of ammo belts, with the right arm tightly gripping a light machine gun, conveying a Vietnam war macho vibe.

This involuntarily reminded Williams of his favorite 20th-century movie "First Blood," featuring Rambo.

He nodded incessantly. Initially, he came along just to give Reyes face and see what's supposedly good in Evil Land, but unexpectedly, they seemed to be genuinely good, very much to his liking.

Even if the business deal doesn't work out, he intends to buy one for himself as a collectible.

Retracting his gaze, he looked at Reyes on the side.

"What's the name of this exoskeleton... What's the model?"

"It's called... called..."

Reyes took a deep breath; the name Lin Miao assigned made him feel a bit embarrassed.

He could only cover his face with both hands, giving a few wipes, before gathering the courage to say, turning his head.

"The boss of the company named it... called... Captain America."

At this moment, Reyes just wanted to find a hole and bury himself in it.