Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Tsk... Hacker... truly a noble profession, unlike us sewer rats."

Shui Yue and Red Barrel's gazes turned towards Hu Lang, filled with envy.

Currently, players have uncovered over a dozen professions, with the most profitable being the Medical Department, Logistics Daddy being the Mechanic, Workhorses in the Engineering Department, Cannon Fodder in the Combat Department... But among all professions, the highest and toughest transfer requirements are for Hackers.

Moreover, not only is the transfer difficult, but cybernetic enhancements are extremely expensive, all points need to be added to intelligence, leaving their physical bodies weak and pathetic, possibly dying on the spot from just a bullet.

Hence, their operations must be covert and proactive, with emphasis on first moves and executing a kill shot, carrying immense risk.

But its versatility is unmatched, with wide applications in engineering modeling, data theft, program attacks, and being a control field daddy... nearly everything relies on them.

"Ahem... this is a unique gift of young girls, it's something you can't learn, meow."

To become a network walker, one must possess exceptional talent in the programming industry, not just randomly pulling a programmer to switch professions.

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Strak

The current leader of the Night Wanderers, appointed from the Chaotic Blade Association headquarters.

No matter how dissatisfied the local Night Wanderers were, they had no power to refuse.

Because Strak brought more people than the local remnants of the Night Wanderers combined, along with a batch of 'seized' Huang Ban smart weapons, the force he brought was overwhelming, leaving no room for dissent.

And his appearance was even more intimidating than his reputation.

With a fully cybernetic head devoid of the most basic bionic skin, six mechanical compound eyes moved sporadically with his attention, these were the only remaining organs on his face, mouth retained only as a speaker for sound, breathing through mechanical gills on both sides of his neck.

He looked more like a terrifying robot than a living human.

He watched the simulated battlefield projection in front of him, where the flag representing the Chaotic Blade Association continually launched assaults towards the small town of Stone Ridge Mountain, advancing at a slow pace,

"This... is the consequence of opposing the Chaotic Blade Association, I want to see our flag hanging on that company's signature building by sunrise."

"Sunrise..."

A local Night Wanderer officer hesitated, but forced himself to speak up

"It might not be feasible by sunrise, their resistance is very strong, and based on intelligence reports, they've been excavating the Stone Ridge Mountain body recently, with greater space inside the mountain, if we accelerate, our casualties might be very high."

Strak's six cybernetic eyes simultaneously turned, staring at the speaker

"Ah... Clint... I know you."

A slow yet cold electronic mechanical voice carrying an unknown horror

"SO, what advice do you have now?"

Clint swallowed hard, after the Chaotic Blade Association headquarters sent people, all local officer power had been nullified.

The reason was their incompetence.

"I believe... fighting these people should avoid any notions of fighting to the death, these people even left with just a breath will try to take down more enemies."

This is the experience gained from hundreds of sacrificed lives of the Night Wanderers.

Strak silently observed Clint

"So?"

"As long as we push them out of Stone Ridge Mountain, our objective is achieved, there's no need to stubbornly fight these people."

Clint's speech began to speed up

"We could purposely leave a gap in the encirclement, push them towards that direction, just let them withdraw from the Stone Ridge Mountain town."

"Their stronghold in the city is under siege by other gangs, and it's only a matter of time before the main force in Big Sur is completely wiped out, once we push them out of Stone Ridge Mountain, they become a pitiful bunch without a home, we can deal with them however we wish then."

Clint, having survived the players' siege, knew a simple truth well.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood,

Lives are the most important.

In his perspective, pushing comrades to the frontline now, to swap lives with these ruthless cyber maniacs was very unwise.

"You are quite right."

Strak nodded slightly, then said to the guards beside him

"Give him a gun, let him go to the frontline, reason with those guys, tell them to run for their lives, otherwise I'll kill everyone here."

"What?"

Hearing he was being sent to the frontline, Clint looked unconvinced, he wasn't even sure what he said wrong.

He was immediately grabbed and dragged away by a few members of the Chaotic Blade Association from this decision camp.

Then, Strak looked at the other Night Wanderers and Chaotic Blade Association officials who were silent with trepidation, in a harsh tone

"I know what you're thinking, you want to preserve your subordinate's strength to split the spoils, don't want your subordinates fighting these lunatics to death, fearing too many deaths will lead to annexation by others..."

As if their thoughts had been directly exposed, several present appeared embarrassed.

In gangs, even some militaries, power over troops is what secures an officer's authority, no one wants to send their subordinates to death, only to become stepping stones for others' victory.

"However..."

Strak's right hand flicked out a long sword, forcefully chopping off a corner of the table, his cold voice gradually becoming increasingly furious

"Because of your incompetence, the Chaotic Blade Association has lost face thoroughly in Night City, our original buyer partners all turned last month to seek Dog Town and Adcardo."

"Do you know how much money we've lost without Night City's channel these past two months? Over thirty million Eurogold!"