Players Invade Cyberpunk

Though the gangsters couldn't stop the player group from moving, their actions were still observed by someone watching from a tall building in the distance.

"They're making a move."

An agent from Huang Ban put down the binoculars and handed them over to his superior standing beside him.

The surveillance of the streets surrounding the office had all been hacked into by Lin Miao and connected to a separate system, leaving Huang Ban unable to find an invasion interface through the city network; they could only rely on covert long-distance monitoring to observe everything happening on the scene.

"Those mercenaries were hit hard; they haven't organized a decent counterattack yet, and reinforcements from other parts of Night City are being chased and blocked. It looks like it's already over."

The agent was very confident about the plan for this attack, and as for the two sets of power armor displayed by Horizon Corporation, according to their observations and scans, they were just for show.

Even the so-called Anchorage Base, Huang Ban specifically deployed satellites and airforce reconnaissance teams to Alaska for scanning.

However, in the end, they found nothing; forget about a power armor manufacturing factory, there was hardly anything to be seen.

Many areas became uninhabitable for humans after the mass extinction of wild plants and animals, and Alaska is one of them.

Therefore, Huang Ban's intelligence agency directly categorized the so-called Hunter Plan as fabricated false information.

They even believed that the dispersed Horizon Corporation was just a paper tiger, and thus they promoted several gang alliances to attack the company with the intent to take down this troublemaker in one swoop.

"Don't celebrate too early."

Albertson surprisingly appeared on the front lines, observing both sides of the conflict with binoculars, continuously integrating the related information in her mind.

Even now, she hadn't seen the power armor that fought against the Trauma Team two months ago; the other side was still holding back.

She also found through military tech insiders that military tech and Horizon Corporation indeed shared several joint development projects, which included new weapons and implants.

Previous evidence suggested that Horizon Corporation was a tool military tech used to target Huang Ban in Night City.

But the sudden investment from Kangtao made the whole matter elusive.

Although Albertson was told by Kangtao's little lover that this was just a normal market behavior, her intelligence background always made her feel something was amiss.

Third floor

Due to its height and strength, the floor remained mostly intact, suffering minimal damage.

According to the information, the company's boss should still be inside and hasn't come out.

What are you waiting for?

Or do you think those showy items are enough to win this encirclement?

The agent's voice dragged Albertson out of her contemplation.

"Minister, they're coming out!"

Following the agent's finger, looking to the rear of the building, the slowly opening mechanical bay door revealed darkness.

In the next moment, dozens of red points of light suddenly illuminated the dark space.

"WTF?"

Watching the frame robots and exoskeleton soldiers stride out from there, the agents were dumbfounded.

"Isn't that thing marketed as only industrial robots?"

Horizon Corporation never said these things could be fitted with rocket launchers and automatic machine guns!

This stuff has already violated the regulations in Night City!

Albertson made a quick decision: "Immediately send a report video to the city council; someone is transporting prohibited weapons within the city."

The agent hesitated: "Now... now?"

"I said, immediately."

Albertson's emotionless voice made the agent shudder, and he quickly went to work.

This world is just so hypocritical.

Robots are allowed.

Individual rocket launchers are allowed.

But robots + rocket launchers are not allowed.

And the appearance of robots and heavy troops caught the attention of both warring parties.

Some gang leaders immediately sensed danger.

"Quick! Blow those pieces of crap apart!"

The frames' counterattack was swifter than his voice.

The infrared optical equipment swiftly scanned everyone present, marking identities in the system for friend or foe identification,

The three-barreled machine gun on the frame revolved, pre-heating, and soon the roar like a fabric-tearing machine echoed through the rainy night, scattering the steel shell casings in the rain, sizzling as they heated, generating white vapor.

Over ten fired tracer bullet chains pierced the water curtain, with a firing rate of 2600 rounds per minute instantly tearing apart and mutilating several gang members' bodies; each hit resulted in a mouth-sized blood hole.

Even heavy subcutaneous armor was punctured by dozens of full-power rounds in a second, not to mention the sudden emergence of a dozen machine guns creating a firepower net, which was impossible for any humanoid creature to withstand such concentrated fire.

The gangsters who were freely pouring fire on players suddenly fell silent.

But it wasn't over yet; the rocket frames following the machine gun frames were not idle, and the gang members hiding behind cover had just received rocket launchers from their companions. As soon as they poked their heads out, they saw dozens of four-centimeter wide, fifty-centimeter long small rockets riding straight at them.

The grand fireworks show directly severed the convoy in half.

Though unfortunately, two of them turned out to be duds that hit the car's doors and fell to the ground.

The players initially wanted to use white phosphorus rounds, but Lin Miao had to forcibly shoot those guys down, as releasing that in Night City would truly endanger the situation.

Furthermore, the created items had several defects; they couldn't be guided and had an absurdly short range, only one kilometer, and lacked significant power.

But now, both sides were less than 200 meters apart; a slight aim could result in a direct hit, eliminating the need for fancy things.

"I *****"