Players Invade Cyberpunk

As his stealth skill level increased, his senses became sharper.

Brother Ni heard the breathing behind the container, from both sides.

Water Moon Cave Heaven took out a simple flashbang made in a chemical lab from his lower back, containing aluminum-magnesium powder, perchlorate and aluminum nitrite, not that different from a grenade.

They tested this thing at the Phoenix Club, and the effect was outstanding.

It's just that the production cost is a bit high; Tutu's hands were burned, and the optical chip in his prosthetic eye was exploded.

When they carried him into the modification chamber, he was still shouting about how badass he was.

Pulling out the pin, Water Moon Cave Heaven threw it forcefully toward the wall ahead.

Rolling grenades just get picked up and thrown back by others.

Since it was pitch black, the ambushing Night Wanderers thought they had thrown the grenade too far, but the blinding flash and sonic boom in the narrow terrain almost blinded their prosthetic eyes.

The flashbang doesn't work by just closing your eyes or turning your head.

High-intensity flash can easily penetrate your eyelid protection and burn your eyes; closing them is useless. Even if you turn around and avoid the flash, there is still a noise of up to 180 decibels, vibrating through your eardrums and affecting your nervous system, making you lose mobility for a short time.

As for the players?

They not only shut off their pain receptors, but their hearing too, and turned away while covering their ears.

The Night Wanderers affected by the flashbang fell into chaos, briefly disoriented, and the Wildman squad charged out, firing at the disordered Night Wanderers.

On the other side, the action was almost simultaneous, and the cave was filled with gunshots for a moment.

"Quick, counterattack! Counterattack!"

"Cover me!"

"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"

Over two paths, the seven or eight Night Wanderers intending to ambush the Wildmen were riddled with bullets in less than ten seconds.

This number is even less than the Tiger Claw gang on the balcony in the Kabuki district.

However, just when the Wildmen thought they had cleared them out, a shadow rushed up to the front, delivering a heavy kick to the side of Wildman's shield.

The exaggerated force nearly buckled Wildman's external skeleton, making him stagger and almost losing his balance on the ground.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The attacker shot three bullets at Wildman's face one after another; if Wildman hadn't raised his right arm to block the bullets with his shoulder plates, he'd be dead.

Last time, he got instantly killed by the boss's speed, but this time he was more cautious.

"What the hell!"

Brother Ni behind him was startled, thinking it was another one of those high-speed boss killers.

But this time the speed was much slower, and the figure was large, allowing a glimpse of a bearded face.

He was the first to recover, shining a tactical flashlight and firing a shotgun, dozens of small steel pellets hitting the attacker's body.

But the scene that shocked Brother Ni happened.

Winston shielded his head with both arms; the steel pellets only left some blood spots on his skin, tearing off some skin and revealing the coal-black bionic muscles and subcutaneous armor.

Players had an initial understanding of prosthetics, but clearly didn't grasp their limits.

This was their first time seeing someone who could take a shotgun blast head-on and survive.

"It's the boss!"

The players, rather than being afraid of the high-difficulty monster, were ecstatic.

BOSS = High Rewards = They'd soon be able to buy their own exoskeletons or advanced equipment.

"Son of the Beach..."

Winston shook his head; he hadn't expected these guys to have flashbangs. If he hadn't been farther away, he might've died too.

He didn't expect this group to keep pursuing him, even firing rockets like they were free, quickly breaching the once strong defenses.

The wretched truth was, most of the Night Wanderers' bullets were bought with his own money!

These damned corporate lackeys!

But the players didn't care much, if they had a hundred bucks they'd spend it all on armaments, not leaving a single penny, let alone the pre-battle store purchases where everything but exoskeletons were half-price!

I'll buy them all!

They straight-up emptied the stock of rockets and explosives, using them like water, fearing they wouldn't kill the enemies ahead.

They were actually more lavish than corporate lackeys.

At least corporate lackeys would worry about food tomorrow and next month's mortgage.

Players didn't need to worry about anything.

Just do it, yeah!

While the Wildman squad engaged the mini-boss on the side, the main battlefield was equally intense.

The front line formed by dozens of players fired rocket after rocket, machine guns swept without hesitation, and with firepower they managed to suppress the Night Wanderers.

Meanwhile, Mayer, responsible for smuggling through the Stone Ridge Tunnel, was aware of the Night Wanderers being ambushed.

The attackers were still those new corporate lackeys.

However, he had no combat power. Mainly handling accounting and task allocation, he was among the Night Wanderers as a manager, so he didn't go to the front lines but stayed in the warehouse in the tunnel center.

Mayer paced anxiously back and forth inside the room.

Something's wrong… Something's wrong…

After Paul's incident, he checked through various channels. He hadn't even heard of this company or seen their logo.

This group of people simply doesn't exist.

And their action objectives are very clear, always targeting the Night Wanderers in every move.

So Mayer judged that someone must have targeted the Night Wanderers, but wasn't convenient to act directly, so they wore a disguise.

But who could it be?

There were plenty who bore grudges against Night Wanderers, but only a couple dared to attack Stone Ridge Tunnel, let alone with such firepower.