Players Invade Cyberpunk

The explosive flames engulfed the entire bunker, taking down countless Night Wanderers in the vicinity; those who weren't killed were barely hanging on, the explosive power was indeed overkill.

Carefully climbing up the ruins, they executed the Night Wanderers who were still breathing one by one.

Looking at the chaotic environment around, the enchantress clicked her tongue.

"My brother, this death is so heroic. Back in the day, wouldn't this earn a second-class honor at least?"

"Second-class honor... If it were to pass, it would at least be first-class, but now no one dares to set up machine guns against us, besides, do we really need you to bomb it? A single call would bury him and the artillery altogether."

Brother Dao waved the dust away in front of him.

"Hurry up and clean the battlefield, prepare to head back to help out, this should be the last stop of the side mission. Why isn't there a boss like on Wildman's side, it's so ominous."

Red Barrel: "Where's Natural Curl? Shouldn't we dig out his body?"

Poor Warrior: "He's dead, you know, probably counting his resurrection cooldown outside as we speak. What's the point in digging out the body? It's the same when he revives and comes to pick up his own corpse."

Everyone thought the same, after all, players don't mourn their companions' deaths, they might even mock each other's ridiculous ways of dying.

Then they'd shout, "Watch me show you some moves," and die in an even comical manner.

However, just as they were about to leave, an iron hand pushed aside the rubble and grabbed Brother Dao by the calf.

"?!!!!"

Brother Dao, grabbed by the calf, almost wet his pants in fright.

The group immediately tensed up, thinking it was a boss spawn, but upon closer look, it seemed not.

"Is this haunting?"

Only the Poor Warrior found the hand familiar, quickly crouching down to clear away the surrounding rubble of the hand.

Though the face was all black and charred, the hair completely burned off, leaving only scorched skin, they could still see the name on the person's forehead.

Natural Curl's lips moved, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"I think I can still be saved."

...

Due to the urgency of the battle, Lin Miao couldn't possibly execute injured players like last time with the Wildmen.

Right now, the fighting was intense, how could they let anyone go offline for three days?

As long as the injuries reached a certain extent, people would be immediately packed into a car and sent back to the agency for treatment. Else, they would receive simple bandaging at Adcardo's.

Anyway, round trip plus treatment time would only take two hours.

Two hours later, another warrior!

The existence of cybernetics greatly reduced the probability of players dying, as in the case of Natural Curl.

At the moment of the explosion, he activated Sianweistan again, with three limbs constantly clawing outward, barely escaping the deadly range.

As to whether he could survive long enough to reach the agency, that was another matter.

In this ebb and flow, the Night Wanderer's line was continually retreating.

Especially since many secret passageways were bombed, both ends of the tunnels were blocked by people, the delay in seeing reinforcements was very demoralizing.

And Lin Miao and Adcardo didn't have the capability to disrupt such a large-scale communication, so the internal and external could network.

But this led to another problem—internal conflict.

The Night Wanderers inside asked those outside why they hadn't come to support, they were being crushed.

The Night Wanderers outside said they were blocked by Adcardo, how could they support?

The opposite Adcardo was always in our wild area, why would he be at the tunnel entrance?

You keep telling me to go, how am I supposed to go?

As for flanking, it requires circling a huge perimeter into military tech's territory.

They still couldn't gauge how many enemies actually entered the tunnel, too few wouldn't fight well, too many large-scale movements wouldn't go unnoticed by the military tech outpost.

Not to mention, due to some Night Wanderers' itchy hands, conflicts had already broken out on Evil Land, it's even more impossible to ignore now.

Speech from Model 7 eventually led both sides to rapidly heat up.

Mayer, receiving the reply, slammed the table, smashing the pots and pans on it, cursing their incompetence.

To Mayer, this was precisely

'An allied distress, immovable like a mountain'

You damn well outnumber them by two or three times outside, and you tell me you can't overcome those Wanderers?

They sure saw him sitting in this position earning too much profit and got upset, planning to use these people to get rid of him so they could profit from the chaos!

He even wondered why these company dogs could so easily infiltrate the tunnel, even knowing many of the secret passage incidents.

This damn well implied there was an inside man!

Of course, it could also be hackers stealing data secrets

Remembering this, Mayer hurriedly grabbed the person beside him and asked

"By the way... where's our hacker?"

The underling pointed to the room beside, he'd wanted to mention that earlier.

Mayer walked over, lifted the curtain immediately smelling the aroma of roasted brain

Three hackers lay neatly in the freezer, black smoke visibly seeping from every orifice, the deep-dive equipment on the back of their heads still sparking.

Damn it, all dead, now there's no way to even ask questions.

This meant the enemy's hacker was either far superior in skill to the Night Wanderer's hacker, or they had overwhelming numbers, either conclusion was bad news for him.

The successive blows made Mayer so angry he was dizzy, even the usually obedient henchman beside him now seemed revolting.

During this period, Paul was killed, Tariq's group perished trying to remove the company outpost, continuous failures strained him immensely.

Mayer held his head with his hands, stumbled over to the sofa and plopped himself down, fumbling around for quite a while trying to find what he wanted.