Players Invade Cyberpunk

NCPD officers can detain individuals for up to a year without filing charges.

Shooting at someone's limbs is considered a warning shot, not the use of lethal force.

Vehicles that do not immediately pull over when signaled to stop may be shot at.

When suppressing cyber-psychosis, if it results in damage to public facilities or civilian casualties, the use of lethal force is permitted.

Outrageous, but true.

The Egyptian Beauty spat at the NCPD officers in front, who were being respectfully paid off by a truck driver, saying

"These bastards look so arrogant, openly taking money, they seem even bolder than the police in Los Santos."

Terrible Warrior: "I'm telling you, if you get caught and pinned to the ground later, just shout 'I can't breathe!' and then suicide, maybe you can even spark an NPC protest. Not only does the gameplay need freedom, but the content should also be 'free'."

Egyptian Beauty: "Yeah, yeah, this special move is ineffective against yellow and white people, okay."

According to the players' own version of the game's plot progression, when entering the city, they are generally stopped for questioning, inspection, extortion, and sometimes violent clashes might occur, leading to a car chase scenario.

The drivers around the player's convoy frequently cursed and insulted the NCPD officers, confirming their suspicions, so they were well prepared for an active confrontation.

Kidding, who among them hasn't killed thousands in Los Santos, all of whom are friendly citizens routinely wanted with five stars, afraid of the cops?

Even if you brought the president of the United States, Miles, in front of them, they'd dare to spit in his face.

As the traffic slowly moved into the city, it was soon the players' convoy's turn. Eight of them, two trucks, were inconspicuous in the queue.

A police officer blocked the vehicle and knocked on the door.

"Get out, open the compartment for inspection, and show your credentials."

His tone and demeanor could hardly be described as friendly; he was impatient and disdainful.

To the players, this was the provocation and the start of a conflict. Some had already eagerly reached for their gun handles.

There was no choice; even the players knew what they were doing now.

They were smuggling, illegal even in a game, clashing with the cops.

"Wait."

Just as the Egyptian Beauty was about to hand over the prepared documents, a superior officer who appeared more senior than the inspecting officers stepped out from the checkpoint. He first halted the officer's actions, then glanced at the truck plates and documents prepared by Lin Miao, and simply waved his hand.

"Go."

"....."

The Egyptian Beauty pulled her mouth in a line, with a stretched expression, and drove into Night City once the barrier was lifted.

While other drivers were frustrated by the officers' hassles, the players began to grumble about their easy passage.

Truly disappointing, damn it!

They were ready to experience a tense and thrilling car chase and shootout, yet these guys just let them pass, don't they have any sense of public service?

Bighead: "Damn, a plot twist, I was all set to pull my gun out and kill this bastard."

"I guess the cops here are probably level five to level ten, but why do their equipment seem not very good? Not much better than ours," Brother Ni observed closely as he passed through the checkpoint. Most NCPD officers carried pistols, a few on guard had rifles, along with a few fixed machine guns. Although they couldn't see the level of the officers' cyberware, they felt they could take them on, except everyone was wearing bulletproof vests, which could be a bit bothersome.

If they could bring rocket launchers, the eight of them with exoskeletons, might blow the checkpoint to smithereens.

Of course, this doesn't account for police reinforcements.

"Maybe the boss has already greased the wheels," Potato was more optimistic. "Twenty sets of exoskeletons cost at least four hundred thousand; how could they afford a fight? Selling you wouldn't cover the cost, okay?"

He was speaking the truth; even the oldest players with the longest playtime only had two pieces of green gear, the rest was white gear, totaling about fifteen thousand.

Potato: "Let's first see the situation in the city. We're here to strike the outpost, so take it easy later, don't march into the city like country bumpkins and embarrass our boss and company."

The players had only seen Night City from a distance atop the mountain, along with the flying hovercars and aircraft frequently coming and going, learning bits about this city from the garbage heap and other NPCs, maintaining a strong curiosity, wondering how it compared to real cities.

But upon entering the city, the players were both amazed and disappointed.

Bighead, looking at the skyscrapers in the distance after entering the city, said, "Damn, the buildings here are so tall, and so many hovercars, isn't this a little too exaggerated?"

He was looking at Night City's city center, around the corporate plaza, where skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall stood densely like a bamboo forest. Some had corridors and skybridges connecting them, and the sky was crisscrossed by a myriad of hovercars, their hovering nozzles glowing blue like swarms of fireflies.

In their homeland, due to issues like lighting, feng shui, and construction, you'd hardly see such a dense cluster of skyscrapers, usually only two or three facing across the street. But in Night City's downtown, just a quick glance revealed at least dozens of skyscrapers crammed in a small space, with corporate logos densely littering them, and reflective glass on the outer buildings dazzling in the midday sun.

Even though the players hadn't reached the city center, they could sense the prosperity from afar.

But in stark contrast to the prosperity, the players entered a part of Santo Domingo they seldom saw before — the suburban slums.

One or two-story houses were everywhere, old apartment walls black and grimy from neglect, disorganized buildings with no semblance of urban planning, streets littered with excrement, garbage piles, and burning metal barrels. Even without turning on the olfactory system, they could smell the stench, not in the least like the sci-fi city they imagined.

This place was worse than the urban villages back home.

And the Egyptian Beauty remarked at this moment, "I can say with certainty, the game's city art designers definitely went over to America for on-the-ground inspection, it's exactly as I remember it."