Players Invade Cyberpunk

Sazaki's eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground with no movement.

If they weren't both burning Sianweistan, just relying on limb attributes, he could easily overpower Natural Curl. But when Sianweistan is activated, it's not just a contest of simple prosthetics; there's also the limit of nerve endurance. However, players have no limit—they can burn themselves to death directly.

And collapsing with his will, were also his subordinates.

"Monsters! They're all demons! I saw with my own eyes that my bullets hit him, they clearly went in, but the bullets couldn't kill them!"

"Aku ma! Aku ma da!"

If this was outside the city, players would mercilessly kill everyone.

But this is inside the city, after all, and the rules are different from the Evil Land, as Lin Miao had instructed them.

"Surrender! Hand over your weapons, and you won't be killed!"

"All you little Neons, put your hands on your heads and kneel on the ground!"

If it were 130 years ago, these guys might not even understand this sentence, but now they have a Chinese translation package and quickly squatted with their hands on their heads.

At this time, another car drove onto the battlefield, and the players turned to see that the paint job on that car was identical to the ERO Gloria had introduced.

The drivers of the ambulance were trembling with fear. Usually, they would never get involved in such dangerous battlefields, only arriving after the fight was over, barely making it in time to administer aid, which is why they were mockingly called "corpse wagons" by the gangsters and civilians.

Today, Gloria repeatedly emphasized that they must go, or there would be a bad outcome for him.

And when the players saw the ERP ambulance, they were overjoyed.

"The doctor's here!" a subpar warrior, despite holding his waist where he was shot by the Tiger Claw Gang, and hit on the shoulder, was still trying to coordinate the scene.

"Hurry up, move the wounded onto the ambulance! Others, watch these hooligans, confiscate all their weapons, be careful they might still have offensive prosthetics and grenades. If there are no handcuffs, break their limbs, control the scene, and don't let them escape."

He stumbled over to the girls, reaching out to check their breathing.

They're still alive, but won't be for much longer if it keeps on like this. He gritted his teeth, holding his breath, and low-shouted,

"Doctor! Where's the doctor! Get over here, quick!"

The two ERO paramedics who got off the car had no idea what these people were up to, they just found them terrifyingly fierce, so they quickly carried a stretcher over.

Then one of them said,

"These aren't our clients; the two of them didn't buy insurance."

Brother Dao, who heard this sentence, couldn't help but get furious.

"Screw your insurance, you're a doctor! Haven't you sworn the Hippocratic Oath?"

And the underwhelming warrior, covering his wound, pale-faced,

"Don't say anymore; I'll pay for the treatment. Quickly get them inside and save them."

The two rescue workers were a bit nervous; they didn't know the relationship between these two and the people in front, but they knew Gloria would kill them if something went wrong.

"What about you? You look seriously injured too."

"Don't worry about me; I can hold on. Just hurry up and save them."

For the underwhelming warrior, waiting three days is nothing. Last time, although he didn't see the woman the Wildman spoke of die with his own eyes... he couldn't bear to watch ordinary people die in front of him.

The two rescue workers asked no more and quickly lay down to stop the bleeding for the two wounded on the ground, using an air pump to infuse artificial blood to keep them alive, then checked the injuries.

"The injuries are severe; the limbs are mostly useless and will need prosthetic replacements. There is abdominal bleeding, but luckily it only damaged the intestines, not the vital organs."

After simply treating the wounds, they carefully placed the two injured onto the ambulance. At this time, Gloria also drove an ambulance to the scene.

Other players were also injured, but nothing too serious. Several injured followed Gloria's vehicle, and only the underwhelming warrior boarded the couple's ambulance. Being uneasy, Brother Dao followed.

The ambulance compartment was already cramped, with two beds and a paramedic; it was crowded. Now with two more people, it was packed. Subpar warrior and Brother Dao had to huddle in the corner, watching the paramedics stabilize the life status.

Brother Dao stared at the pathetic state of the subpar warrior leaning against the ambulance wall, and quipped,

"What's up today? I've never seen you try so hard before, even fronting medical expenses for two NPCs. Isn't that being a bit too kind-hearted?"

Subpar warrior smiled, with his lips white from significant blood loss, took out a packet of cigarettes bought when they went out shopping.

It tasted odd, with a chemical-like flavor, but better than nothing—maybe it's just foreign cigarettes.

Trembling, he lit one up, took a puff, and said with a smile,

"I'm a crappy cop; doing these things is quite normal. Why, did you think we only write reports?"

Brother Dao: "If you don't say, how will others know you're a cop?"

Subpar warrior: "Others don't know, but won't I know myself?"

Brother Dao fell silent for a moment, then cheerfully teased, "I've seen the treatment costs; they're expensive, you might end up working for free for several days. Plus, you don't even know these two, saving them from the Tiger Claw Gang wasn't effort enough."

"What's to worry..." To feel the nicotine buzz, the subpar warrior opened his nerve sensations, and the intense pain from his waist made him break out in a cold sweat, "Anyway, it's just a game. No one's here to press you about mortgage payments. So what if it's a few days? Besides, some things you can't do in reality, it's better to do in-game however you like."

Brother Dao: "Do you face these situations often over there? I thought the stuff in Hong Kong movies was all fake."

Subpar warrior flicked his ash: "Mostly. Being a cop is quite dull, sometimes you watch a lot of crap happen right under your nose, and you can't do anything about it, deadening..."

One of the paramedics listening felt inexplicable, disdainful yet contemptuous.

It seemed like this group didn't even know the two on the stretchers yet fought with the Tiger Claw Gang over them?

What a bunch of idiots.

Fight so intensely for two strangers you'd never met? Pay medical costs for others?

Some kind of Jesus or Mary?

If you're truly that kind-hearted, why not just give me the money?

I'm very poor.

....

Meanwhile, the ten players left behind with lighter injuries were still managing the captured little Neons.

If this were in the Evil Land, they'd all be killed, and their prosthetics dismantled and sent to the furnace, but this is, after all, inside the city. They can smuggle goods but can't possibly smuggle bodies.

Tutu: "What to do, kill them all? Just to test if the game corpses disappear on their own."

Boss: "Hey, isn't there a lake nearby that connects to the Pacific? Just tie something on them and sink them in the Pacific."

Big-eared Tutu: "Isn't that wasteful? They still have prosthetics on them. Dismantle first, then throw. They're still our hard-earned gear."

Letting go was never an option.

For so long, players hadn't let a single hostile NPC walk away alive.

Though they felt that killing indiscriminately might not be appropriate and weren't sure if it would have other consequences.

However, they soon had no choice.

"NCPD! Drop your weapons, hands on your head!"

In Night City, the police are always fashionably late.