Players Invade Cyberpunk

Mayer was quite confident; the secret he held could take out a big group of people, enough to spare his life ten times over.

Since he no longer posed any threat, what harm was there in letting him go?

At least that's what Lucy, who was beside Lin Miao, thought. The Night Wanderer's warehouse and the accountant's stash—this money was enough for a mercenary to indulge in a lifetime of luxuries!

It could even allow you to immigrate to the moon or spend a long time enjoying life in the Crystal Palace.

Even Lucy was tempted, let alone Lin Miao. If Sol or Mann were here, they would definitely agree without hesitation...

Bang!

Lin Miao moved so fast that no one could see clearly. Not even Lucy, who saw a blur, as Mayer's face was still frozen in a post-crisis smile, when his leg was shot through.

Lin Miao put on sunglasses and blew the smoke from the gun barrel.

"You have good ideas, but I don't want to do business with someone like you, a corner of society's dregs."

If he were purely a businessman, this deal would undoubtedly pay off big time.

If it weren't for what the Wildmen encountered, he might have actually agreed.

If Mayer had been interrogated by someone else, even if it were Mann, he might have escaped with his life.

But this world doesn't have 'ifs.'

In Lin Miao's eyes, the trust of the players is priceless, and the Night Wanderer's money can't buy it.

Lin Miao said to the players

"Make a gallows or a guillotine, prepare it for our guest. These scum must die."

"Alright!!!"

"Boss, you're awesome!!!"

The players didn't care about business; they were just excited to watch the spectacle. As for money or gear, these are just a few lines of code from the developers, they won't miss out on anything. The Wildmen, especially, had a lot of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent.

A group of people carried away the screaming Mayer.

"You..."

Lucy was astonished, remembering that Lin Miao wasn't such an impulsive person.

After the players led Mayer away, Lucy couldn't help but remind

"That's a lot of money..."

"Of course, I know..."

Lin Miao had some regrets in his heart.

"But some things can't be solved with money."

"Besides, the stash isn't going anywhere. Just half a meter of alloy wall; given time, a month or two, it can be blasted open."

"The biggest security of that stash isn't the wall; it's the Night Wanderer himself. Once they're done for, even the thickest vault door is useless."

"Furthermore, while the list in Mayer's hand might be precious, those routes aren't usable for me. They might even trip us up due to Night Wanderer's and Chaotic Blade Association's connections. Holding onto such things can't be quickly turned into cash; they are more of a resource and not a necessity for me."

As for the factions in the game, how they're set up is none of the players' business. Whether it's ice manufacturing, drug dealing, smuggling, kidnapping, robbing, murdering, plotting coups—the players don't care. They might even exclaim how realistic it is and call you a hero.

But the one thing you can't do is mess with the players and cause negative emotional turmoil for them.

Otherwise, they really would kill your whole family.

What? Dare to mess with me?

You already have the way to die!

Look at what happened to Sheffield who killed Ghost and Cockroach.

Didn't Sheffield have charisma?

Didn't Sheffield have strength?

But because he killed Ghost and Cockroach in front of the players, he had to die.

Like this time, was Mayer innocent?

Not at all. Night Wanderer executes one wrongly; there's bound to be an oversight. As one of the leaders, Mayer being legally accounted for would mean dying a hundred times wouldn't pay his debt.

But as long as the suicide of a woman didn't happen, Lin Miao could have let him go without any objection from the players. The new equipment in the shop could keep their mouths shut.

But with this incident, Mayer had to die. Lin Miao didn't even bother to make up a lie like last time to trick him out of information before killing him.

The faster Mayer died and the more tragically, the more satisfied the players would be.

"You..."

Lucy sighed, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking..."

"Then don't think about it."

Lin Miao smiled.

"I know what you want to do; while he's not dead yet, hurry over. Once he's cold, it'll be too late."

Finally, between the instruments of happiness from Louis XVI and Chongzhen, the players went for a compromise.

The Chongzhen Sixteen Happiness Instrument.

Simultaneously hanging and slicing at the waist.

...

Currently, players have a basic daily playtime of ten hours, unless encountering major events like today. Generally, they leave a few hours for staggered gameplay, given that the dormitory's comfort level is only 15, granting just 5 extra minutes of playtime.

Even under wartime regulations, when Lin Miao extended the time to the maximum limit, players ultimately have their own lives, need to work, need to attend school.

Thus, while still busy checking supplies, Lucy witnessed an astonishing scene: Even though night had just fallen, and the inventory check was far from complete, logically it should be time for overtime work.

Yet, this group jostled in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, boasting about their achievements today, driving back to the office for off-hours rest.

Of course, in Lucy's eyes it was off-duty sleep, in the players' eyes it was waking up to browse the forums.

And today's pinned version post had changed too.

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[Da Bu Liu: Here, W first thanks all the brave, talented, and kind-hearted players. Your deep involvement has exceeded our expectations for last version's content development, so in the next version, we will invest more newly developed content to serve more players.]