Players Invade Cyberpunk

Holy cow, it's like they're urging the players to start fighting.

And every company's accounts have a line for military expenses, taking up 5-25% of income depending on the company type. The weapons and equipment purchased are company property, and can only be used during company raid missions, and must be returned after the battle. Each gun has an identification mark, so exchanging old for new is impossible.

So renting rifles and the like with GP points is undoubtedly a waste. The company has plenty of guns and bullets. GP points should be used for leasing large equipment, such as MT-3, Rocket Hive, and robots. Player profession level upgrades also require GP points, so it's really unnecessary to spend them on low-value consumables.

"So... when are you planning to launch the attack?"

The expert doesn't reveal the news on the forum right away, worried that some reckless players might sneak over to provoke the Chaotic Blade Association and cause the news to leak.

He always feels like he can't keep up with these players brimming with wild imagination. If it were up to him, he would never take the risk of unknown threats to mess with giants like Huang Ban, but these players just dare to think and act, even if it means risking the heavens falling.

"As soon as possible."

Speaking of this, Wildman got excited.

"The intelligence you brought back was a great help to us. I was originally considering organizing a reconnaissance team to gather intelligence before deciding on the timing of the attack, but now we've saved that step."

The expert and Demon May Cry not only cleared a significant portion of the fog of war but also brought back news of the Chaotic Blade Association in Golden City, which was a huge surprise.

You see, not knowing when the enemy would attack had them digging trenches everywhere, standing guard, and patrolling, wasting a lot of time.

"Since we know they're in Golden City, we can start preparing war materials and gather players to prepare for battle."

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After waiting for more than three hours,

Wheelchair Sprint finally walked out of the Tuladine outfitting shop.

Yes, he walked out, but his walking posture was very strange, swaying and unnatural.

The outside of his two legs was equipped with support exoskeletons assembled by Tutu's piston rods, looking very crude. This thing couldn't help him walk, but it could assist in maintaining balance, somewhat like rehabilitation equipment for the disabled.

He spent much less than buying prosthetics, overall Wheelchair Sprint was very satisfied.

"This guy is really amazing."

Xihuo Cao, who walked out of the store, was even more excited.

"Holy shit, did you see it just now? So many mechanical prosthetics, damn, it's freaking cool, I've only seen this kind of scene in movies before, it's like my dream store."

Tutu's shop is a bit like a hardware store on the street, with various prosthetic parts displayed on rows of shelves, and humanoid mechanical constructs he assembled standing in every corner. The air was filled with a strong smell of machine oil, and the numerous large and small processing equipment made him feel ecstatic, like a DIY enthusiast's paradise.

Wheelchair Sprint was also very happy. It was the first time in more than ten years that he stood up, and his excitement was evident.

"I stood up, did you see? I stood up! I'm not disabled, I'm not crippled!"

Xihuo Cao's arm was painfully gripped by Wheelchair Sprint, who gritted his teeth and said,

"Don't get so excited, what's the big deal, no one here said you were crippled. If you have a problem anywhere, just swap it with a prosthetic, heart, liver, arm, spleen, lung, kidney, whatever you want to change, even a double-headed dragon and no one will care."

"Ah...."

Wheelchair Sprint was so excited he couldn't speak, his face scrunched up, making Xihuo Cao nauseous. Just as he was about to find a topic to divert the attention, he heard the door of Tuladine outfitting shop open behind him.

Tutu, who came out, left the two of them dumbfounded.

Wearing a full RGB outfit glowing in all colors, holding two large-caliber pistols, he looked just like Project Lucian, nothing like the junkman cobbling together scrap metal on the workbench they saw when they first entered.

Tutu, with the helmet on, had a limited view and didn't realize the people standing by the door were the previous customers.

"Sorry, buddy, we're closed for today. If you're looking for gear, come back another time or check out my posts on the official website."

"But... you...."

Dumbfounded Xihuo Cao wanted to ask if the guy was dressed like this to attend some cosplay event, but then he noticed it wasn't only Tutu. Many players they saw on the road seemed to have been summoned, shouldering guns and cheering, as if something good had happened.

A newbie realized the reason.

"Quick, look at the panel, check the mission panel."

[Campaign: Big Sur Defense Battle]

[Mission Introduction: A player has detected a sizeable Chaotic Blade Association force preparing to attack our construction site in Big Sur from Golden City. They're numerous and well-equipped. The unfinished water treatment plant is in jeopardy and at risk of being destroyed at any moment. We must defend it at all costs to safeguard our future.]

[Mission Objective: Repel or defeat the Chaotic Blade Association's forces. Players with combat skills above LV4 can sign up for this event, or participate in logistics work.]

[Basic Mission Reward: Frontline/Logistics: 6500/3000 Euros, 1500/750 GP points]

[Additional Mission Reward: Accumulate war contribution points, calculated differently for frontline and logistics]

[PS: Contribution points can be used in post-war loot auctions, with mysterious gifts awaiting you]

"Campaign? I thought it was always combat missions before, it sounds like a big scale..."

"Oh my god... 6500 Euros, and so many contribution points, that's enough to buy an MT-1, right?"

"No chance for us. We just entered the game, our level is too low, we can only join logistics and screw some bolts to earn some rewards."

"Be content, having anything at all is good. At least we can participate in events just as we entered the game. I've heard that in version one, losing your life only got you two or three thousand Euros."

"You don't get it, the frontline just needs to enter the battlefield and kill enemies, but we logistic folks have a lot to consider, you get it?"

All the players around Stone Ridge Mountain and in the city saw the campaign mission, and after more than ten days of peace, they were stirred up again.