Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Notify all newbies, the enemy is coming, pick up your weapons and prepare to face them with me."

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After seeing the special operations team launch a small EMP missile towards the command camp and successfully disable a large area of electronic equipment, Albertson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, the special operations team just needs to infiltrate the enemy camp as usual, assassinate the leaders, and create large-scale chaos. The Horizon Mercenaries, without command, would be defeated one by one in the chaos by the Chaotic Blade Association led by Great Mount Pill.

The final victory for Huang Ban was within reach.

However, at this moment, there was a bit of commotion in the small town.

To completely crush the defensive line constructed by the Horizon Mercenaries today, almost the entire Chaotic Blade Association from Golden City was dispatched, leaving only two or three hundred behind. Among them, many were injured people transported back from the front, which made the originally noisy hideout suddenly become quiet.

Even the guards on duty were listless, like withered eggplants.

"Damn it, the boss just said that whatever we loot is ours. Had I known, I would have gone out with them."

A young guard was full of regret. He had heard the battle upfront was fierce, and the wounded were being transported back one after another, so he didn't dare to go and clash with those enemy mercenaries.

But now he felt a bit regretful. After all, this could be a good chance for looting and making a fortune; what if he could gain something?

His companion, on the other hand, was an old hand.

"Being alive is good enough. Just taking it one day at a time, so much money isn't worth it; when you have to die, you still have to die."

Looking at his unambitious companion, the young guard had little regard for him. If there was a chance, he wanted to become a mercenary in Night City, maybe blow up a company building and become a respected legend. Even if he died, it would be worth it.

At this moment, the horizon suddenly kicked up dust. Noticing this, the young guard quickly stood up and covered the table of cards with a cloth. If any boss found out he was playing cards while on duty, he would be in big trouble.

However... the situation with this team was a bit strange.

Though it was indeed Chaotic Blade Association's trucks with the proper marking, why did it feel like there were too many people?

Four to five trucks, not only filled with people inside but even hanging outside.

Just like the legendary spice country train.

What's going on here?

The puzzled guard tried to connect to the local network to request a communication link, wanting to find out who was turning back at such a heated time.

In the passenger seat of the leading truck, it wasn't anyone else but Light's adjutant, preparing to strike from behind with three hundred men.

Now, however, he looked pale, disheveled, and had clear signs of bandaging on his thigh, indicating he was injured in a fierce battle.

Moreover, there was someone else's data line still attached to his neck.

"Ho ho, it seems someone's looking for you. You better pick up."

In the darkness behind him, a pair of kaleidoscope Sharingan eyes slowly rotated.

Er Zhuzi had an odd, sinister smile on his face.

"If you don't pick it up, I will have to stop~~"

"Wait! I'll take it, I'll take it."

The adjutant gasped for breath, but inside he felt himself sinking into a deep abyss.

They had planned to raid the player camp last night, but after searching for ages, they couldn't find their camp. Late at night, Chaotic Blade Association didn't want to stay up, so they decided to sleep there overnight.

As a result, as soon as they lay down, they were attacked by a group of people. He didn't even have time to report the situation to higher-ups before the three hundred men were routed by a group in black standard gear, and even he was captured. Now he was pressed onto the truck, leading them toward Golden City.

With his neck connected to a data line, any wrong word would burn through his brain.

To stay alive, he had no choice but to comply with the other party's demands.

With permission granted for the Golden City local network connection, the identity check from Golden City guards came through.

"Huff... huff... this is Rick, Light's adjutant. The attack failed, and we have many wounded needing to return for recuperation. This is my identification code."

The adjutant dared not play any Morse code games or use codes; firstly, there were many uneducated people in the Chaotic Blade Association who might not even know what Morse code is. Also, in an organization like this, trust to the extent of handing your life over to others doesn't exist.

Seeing the "Identification Approved" appear on the electronic screen, the guard breathed a sigh of relief. Although he found it strange why the other party was always so out of breath, he assumed it was due to injuries and didn't ask further, opening the gate.

"Pass through."

The automated guns on either side at the gate disengaged, lowering their barrels and letting the trucks swaggeringly enter Golden City.

Er Zhuzi patted the adjutant's face.

"Good, you're well-behaved. Remember to stay on the truck and don't get off, otherwise dying would be unprofitable."

With that, he unplugged the data line and gave a sign to the Hell Divers in the vehicle.

Click click.

The Truth Department inside immediately readied their rifles.

The driver from the Propaganda Department didn't steer towards the medical area but set his sights on a hovercar parked on a platform far away and floored it to rush over.

He didn't know if that place was a military warehouse or important facility, but since there was a plane parked, it must be important, so he planned to handle that first.

The result was that the stuff along the way got hit so everything was off-kilter until he stopped at what seemed like a dormitory area.

This action annoyed quite a few people, some injured from the Chaotic Blade Association started gathering towards the player convoy, shouting curses

"Hey, how the hell are you driving?"

"Don't you have eyes? Did your eyeballs fall into your ass?"

Some even took down two metal pipes, ready to teach these lousy drivers a lesson.

However, the players jumping off the truck weren't interested in answering. Instead, they opened the truck door, revealing rifles.

Ratatatat——

After a burst of gunfire, those from the Chaotic Blade Association fell everywhere.

The Truth Department was the first to jump off, wearing a cockroach suit, he glanced around, and then spoke calmly.

"Remember, don't speak Russian."