Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Yo, you're getting religious now? Don't tell me you've joined Yazheng's ranks as Jesus' follower?"

"Get outta here! Even if Jesus comes down, I'll stab him twice while he's hung up on the cross."

Zheng Nu glared at him angrily.

"I'm talking business here. If you kill them all, the Chaotic Blade Association will know they're doomed and definitely won't surrender. Digging in with this bunch will only affect our operation's profits."

The sooner we finish them off, the sooner we can start work. Zheng Nu was eyeing that MT-3 exoskeleton.

Luo Lei realized too that if he's accidentally taken offline by a stray bullet, he'd have to wait three days to revive, and when he logged back in he'd be far behind others' progress, such a waste!

He instantly abandoned his fighting spirit and became a cowardly lizard.

As for how the game officials would handle these prisoners after the battle, whether they'd bury them alive in a pit like Bai Qi did, recycle them through a biomass extractor, or even turn them into soap, he had no opinion.

Players' blood can be colder than the so-called cyber psychos or research fanatics sometimes.

At least bury dozens of landmines in the ground, then force the war prisoners to race through them and see who can survive the minefield — players would absolutely pull off something like that.

They might even go buy a bowl of popcorn, point at the corpses blown up below, laugh heartily, and make bets on them, giving prisoners names like "Emperor of East Sea" or "Ash Grey Cinderella" for the horse race.

According to them, it's just payback for opposing us.

You're the villainous scum, committing evil right in front of me; you've already been stripped of your human rights in my eyes.

Villains supposedly have no human rights, if we don't take their skin to make a couch, it's only because players didn't need it.

From a high lookout, Jing Luo cried out suddenly, "Hey, do you guys feel that the Chaotic Blade Association seems to have stopped bombing as much?"

Zheng Nu: "I heard that our hacker big shots took down the Chaotic Blade Association's network; those winged missiles can't fly now."

The three were deeply impressed by that kind of weapon. Just as they were enjoying firing the machine gun, the missiles seemed to have eyes and dropped from the sky. If the other three hadn't run fast, they'd have been blown to bits together.

They had to thank that Hu Lang player, otherwise the three of them would most likely have been captured live by the Chaotic Blade Association and tied up with giant durians.

Squawk!

Jing Luo Luo Lei: "So that means we're going to counterattack, right?"

Just as he said, friendly green dots on the mini-map were converging and advancing, and a troop was already quite close to them.

After a few minutes, Hong Tong arrived at the scene with his armed brigade.

He was a bit surprised that the three could survive till the final moments, really stepping on dog luck.

"Oh, you've captured so many prisoners? Impressive."

Jing Luo Luo Lei hurriedly stepped forward to show off, "Hehe, nowhere near that, it's all thanks to the hackers' prowess."

The system didn't specify how to handle the prisoners, so Hong Tong arranged for some armed workers to haul these prisoners back to the warehouse for detention.

The workers and drivers who had originally been hiding inside the mountain to avoid the danger were fuming as well. They were almost off work when suddenly a group from the Chaotic Blade Association attacked, forcing them underground. If it wasn't for the mercenaries receiving the warning early and arranging for them to hide in the mountain, hundreds would have been dead or injured over the several rounds of bombardment.

Compared to players who were already organizing a counterattack, the Chaotic Blade Association was falling from heaven into hell.

Relying on intelligent artillery for precise strikes on players' firepower points, then suppressing with overwhelming output.

Originally they were smoothly sailing, but their low discipline blew their victory away.

Had they been diligent in standing guard and protecting the artillery, they'd have had no trouble at all.

But what discipline can you demand from a group no different from bandits?

A first wave of cyber-attacks hit, and those artillerymen linked to the servers were hit hardest, most lost their combat abilities, some even passed out.

The remaining smart guns' actual combat effectiveness drastically declined due to the users' poor quality.

Placid and his team basically shattered the smart gear Huang Ban supported for the Chaotic Blade Association with one punch.

The subsequent network disruption as they avoided hacker attacks started showing effects too.

The foremost impact was not being able to contact superiors anymore. Only a few teams with radios were fine, the rest were like blind men milling around or trying to gather with others to discuss strategies.

Faced with the players' gradually fierce counterattacks, these squads were indecisive.

"Hey! Hey! What's the word now? Do we fight or retreat? We're almost out of ammo, you have to decide!"

The squad leader holding the radio loudly questioned his walkie-talkie.

But the other side only buzzed a few words before hanging up.

That squad leader was furious, wanting to smash the walkie-talkie, but reluctantly set it down.

"Damn it, what the hell are they doing?"

The other squad leader sitting nearby asked urgently, "What's up?"

"They said they're still assessing the situation, uncertain about enemy numbers, preparing to restore the network, and told us to keep holding here."

The seated Chaotic Blade Association officer clutched the wound on his shoulder, nearly laughing out of anger, "Hold here? Easy for them to say! Those bastards, why don't they come try it themselves."

Meanwhile, players who had just had their legs crippled by attacks organized an offensive again, mortars streaked across the sky, whistling down near the Chaotic Blade Association's positions.