Players Invade Cyberpunk

Others were equally bewildered; they hadn't said anything just now.

The voice kept shouting,

"Kill them! Rescue the old captain!"

And the voice was growing louder, with more and more people joining the chant, coming closer.

The sound pierced through the pouring rain until everyone could hear it clearly, accompanied by the sound of dense footsteps, even overpowering the rain.

"Anyone who dares to touch Reyes is against us, and if they're against us, we'll kill them!"

"Yeah, kill them!"

As everyone knows, Night City is full of exceptional people.

On average, for every 100 people, there are 190 guns and 2,000 rounds of ammunition.

Even if you're not part of the mercenaries or gangs, just a seemingly honest street vendor, there's a good chance a loaded handgun is hidden in your storage box.

On the rainy night streets, Seth returned and showed Faraday what Reyes meant by unity.

One

Ten

A hundred

Two hundred

More and more people appeared at the street corner in the pouring rain, packed shoulder to shoulder, with handguns, rifles, even baseball bats and machetes—whatever they could grab.

Their outfits and professions were diverse

Vendors, office workers, waiters, auto mechanics, even church priests…

Even without unified command, even without wads of cash bounties, upon learning Reyes was attacked and critically injured, these people unhesitatingly dropped their work, grabbed the nearest weapon, and followed Seth to rush over.

Rebecca glanced at the dark crowd from the window,

"Impressive, so many people…"

Earlier, she thought Reyes, as an intermediary in the lower class, had mediocre strength and connections, but now it seemed not to be the case.

The mercenaries in the midst of attacking also realized something was wrong, and several captains turned to the middleman.

"Faraday, there are too many of them!"

"Then open fire, just a mob of ordinary people. Do I need to teach you, who've been mercenaries for years, how to handle them?"

"But..."

The mercenaries hesitated, gritting their teeth,

No joke, they're mercenaries, not soldiers; in a firefight with gangs, the mercenaries wouldn't bat an eye, but turning a gun on civilians is another matter. Even Huang Ban wouldn't dare conduct such a blatant massacre on the streets.

These people's children, fathers, brothers… could be in any gang, company, or might even be colleagues.

Unless they didn't want to survive in Night City or go insane, it was impossible to open fire like that; otherwise, they'd be scorned wherever they went, and other middlemen might stop hiring them.

Even Faraday's bodyguards hesitated, wanting to take Faraday and retreat on the hovercar.

But Faraday didn't care about all this; infuriated, he broke free from the bodyguard's grip, grabbed a gun from a mercenary, turned around, and fired at the crowd at the doorway.

Of course, the bullets were shot into the ground in their direction in hopes of scaring the crowd and buying the mercenaries time to take down Mann and the others.

But Faraday clearly overestimated the crowd's cohesion and professionalism; his words had some truth—these people were indeed a rabble.

Mainly, most of them came with the idea that numbers would support Reyes; if an actual fight broke out and a few were injured or killed, it would scare off more than half quickly.

His shooting immediately frightened many in the crowd.

When frightened, people tend to react instantly, and when startled, guns go off easily.

Especially for those who hardly use guns.

Upon hearing Faraday fire, without much thought, many fired their guns in response.

It's unclear whose gun the bullet came from, or from which direction it was fired.

A bullet from the underclass of Santo Domingo

Accurately hit Faraday's forehead.

Pierced through.

This top middleman who once ruled Santo Domingo's scene, Faraday's pupils quivered violently, as if unable to comprehend what happened.

Until the constant flow of blood down his forehead turned his vision red, Faraday wanted to reach up and touch his forehead, but he couldn't control his body anymore, falling straight back, hitting the ground.

This shocked the mercenaries and bodyguards, and a bodyguard immediately stepped up to unbutton Faraday's clothes for a diagnosis.

A few seconds later, he looked up,

"Dead."

"Dead?"

The mercenaries were stunned by the news.

They were on the verge of completing their task, and now the payer is dead?

Can we even finish this job?

Especially with the footsteps and gunshots drawing closer, some civilians got more excited seeing a red-clothed enemy fall, with some firing into the air out of excitement, startling the mercenaries.

Several mercenary squads exchanged looks and tacitly reduced their firepower, starting to retreat. The bodyguards wanted to move Faraday's body onto the car, but bullets flew everywhere from the crowd, hitting Faraday's body repeatedly.

In the end, they had no choice but to abandon Faraday's body and retreat toward the hovercar.

As for Faraday, left at the door, he was quickly trampled by the rushing crowd entering to rescue Reyes, his expensive suit stained and his head crushed.

As for who they killed?