Players Invade Cyberpunk

"The money is so much that even if your entire family were disassembled and sold on the second-hand market, it wouldn't cover a fraction of it!"

"If you don't use their blood to announce the return of the Chaotic Blade Association, what's the point of you staying here?"

"And now! You're still here! In front of me! Talking about not needing to fight these people to the death?"

"Ha... ha..."

Strak's mechanical gills on the back of his neck released a burst of white steam, seemingly venting himself.

Then he picked up that piece of table corner from the ground, his voice returning to that eerie coldness with an unexpectedly amiable tone.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, everyone. Just now... I... got a little emotional. Actually, I was thinking of chopping off his head; I guess the hormone synthesizer had a bit of an issue. I hope you don't mind."

Combined, it sent a shiver down the spine of everyone present, hastily shaking their heads to show they wouldn't mind, in order to prevent themselves from becoming the next Clint.

"That's more like it."

"I didn't bring so much military equipment over to play house with you. If not for the proximity to Night City, I would've driven tanks over to crush their heads..."

Strak was very satisfied with their attitude, so he no longer looked at the officers, but rather gazed at the distant neon metropolis, speaking leisurely.

"Anyone who interferes with our great cause, no matter who you are, no matter where you come from..."

"Must die."

Crunch...

The metal table corner was forcibly squeezed and deformed by his prosthetic limb.

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"Mobile server... mobile server... where are you~~"

Shui Yue had already changed into stealth gear, bringing some stealth players disguised as corpses in the ruins to infiltrate the backside of Chaotic Blade Association's offensive line, starting to search for the so-called mobile server as per Placid's instructions.

The Chaotic Blade Association, engaged fiercely with the frontline players, hadn't even imagined that someone would dare run to their rear to stir trouble.

It's only because players are daring enough to pull off such reckless moves.

To find the location of the mobile server, first an intelligent weapon operator must be found, and use her signal receiver to roughly ascertain the position.

This target isn't hard to find; just follow the trajectory of the mortars in the sky in reverse search.

Programmed mortars and what players use are no match; inside, intelligent ammunition is crafted with microelectronics, electronic computing, and photoelectric conversion technology at its core, capable of automatically adjusting the projectile's trajectory, posture, correcting cannon shooting errors, and guiding the warhead accurately to the target.

Compared to the kinetic weapons in the players' hands, there's at least a decades-level technological gap.

Of course, they're obscenely expensive too, one shell costing at least thousands of euro credits, more than the launcher itself.

Each shot is real gold and silver; if not for Huang Ban freely gifting a batch of munitions, the Chaotic Blade Association would be reluctant to use them this way.

Normally, operating such a mortar requires quite a few people, one drone operator, two gunners, one loader, and six guard squads.

But well...

How could the Chaotic Blade Association have such a level of organization, just got their hands on advanced weapons, gunners haven't had time for training before being rushed to the battlefield, as for the guard squads?

Those two guys urinating against the cement pipe, competing on who can pee farther, should be it.

You can't expect a loose military faction to have much binding force and rule over its low-level soldiers.

Remember, they're all criminals who can't be accommodated by other Wanderer clans, with more or less antisocial tendencies.

Thus came the bizarre scene before Shui Yue's eyes, where the gunners fire their mortar while the guards urinate at their leisure.

"Tsk... seems even weaker than the Fruity Army on TV, like bandits."

The bald-headed 47 next to him was adjusting his handgun.

"You said it, that's TV. If these guys were as disciplined as a regular army, the Chaotic Blade Association wouldn't have waited for us to come knocking."

If the Chaotic Blade Association truly trained a regular army, the military tech and Free States would be the first to crack down on this Wanderer clan.

Weakness is precisely the fact they've survived under the corporations' noses until now.

Shui Yue made some tactical gestures to the few stealth players beside him, an essential content from the training chip; players who've taken numerous beatings immediately got the hint, each targeting their assassination goals as planned.

With his highest stealth level, he approached the gunner.

That's why players enjoy gathering world knowledge; intelligent mortar intro pages are posted right on Huang Ban Military's website, the main gunner adjusts projectile trajectories based on drone perspectives, confirming attack target positions and whether to airburst or ground burst.

In other words, the main gunner is the one who needs the server to share the load.

Shui Yue crept towards the two gunners, holding a dagger in each hand.

His footsteps landed without even a hint of sound or air disturbance, so much that when he reached behind the gunners, neither noticed any reaction.

Puff—

The dagger tip pierced through the assistant gunner's throat, blood gushed from the wound. He fell in disbelief while clutching his throat. The main gunner, realizing the anomaly, tried to cry for help but was silenced by Shui Yue's hand covering his mouth tight, soon followed by a knife plunging into his hind neck spine, instantly losing control over his entire body.