Players Invade Cyberpunk

But the giant head seemed to hear the most vicious curse, and quickly shouted

"Shut up!!!"

But it was already too late.

Boom!

The first problem appeared with Potato's own vehicle, its main structure began to tremble constantly, and in that uneasy shake, a piece of metal was lifted by the strong wind.

"Uh..."

Potato seemed to realize something, but still calmly said to the giant head

"You have to believe in science."

Boom!

The piece of metal was directly torn off, a large amount of strong wind instantly poured into the entire rocket, instantly tearing the entire rocket shell into pieces from the inside.

The person who created this rocket was completely unqualified in both craftsmanship and aerodynamics, purely a creation born out of a whim.

It's utterly I was pondering if it could fly, where it could fly, it's all a mystery.

With Potato's calm expression, the rocket he was sitting on was left with only the internal framework, exposing both him and itself to the fierce air currents.

At this time, it would be surprising to find that Potato was completely riding on that aerial bomb.

All navigation and positioning completely relied on the player's built-in mini-map and sense of direction, which Jianxue euphemistically called

Self-perception, self-adaptation, self-learning, a supercomputer person-in-the-loop guided missile module.

"...hehe."

Potato gave the giant head an awkward smile, and then the entire rocket disintegrated, with the skeleton parts, engine, pilot, and aerial bomb all shattered into a pile, plunging towards the ground.

"Ah!!!!!"

"?"

"Ah?"

The players on the ground were dumbfounded, such a flashy entrance, comparable to a boss, so how did you fall apart so quickly?

You need to hold on.

Nearly ten seconds into the free fall, a thunderous sound and mushroom cloud rose from the distant ridge.

The giant head no longer wanted to look at his embarrassing brother, he pushed the control stick down, adjusted the engine position, and the rocket followed suit to turn downward, flying towards Great Mount Pill on the ground, needing to explode the hostile armored unit before milk spray occurred from the control stick.

The player channel was already abuzz, he already knew who to fight before he arrived.

This situation was also noticed by the Chaotic Blade Association, Walter first got a big scare, thinking Horizon Corporation had missiles hidden, but it turned out to be just this?

The speed was at most 0.6 Mach, completely within the coping range of anti-aircraft machine guns.

"There's a missile in the sky, quickly shoot it down!"

Several armored cars equipped with automatic machine guns immediately adjusted the angle, strafing towards the giant head in the sky, with multiple ammo belts forming a terrifying web of firepower

"Die for me!"

He yelled, controlling the control stick, continuously adjusting the flight direction, passing through gap after gap in the web of firepower, but his driver skills weren't of the godly nature to change the world, and the rocket's performance itself wasn't enough to support him in playing any advanced maneuvers.

Soon, one of the tail engines was hit and failed, with the rocket tail spouting large drums of black smoke, resulting in uncontrollable changes in the flight trajectory.

Meanwhile, Great Mount Pill, already equipped with anti-air radar and weapons, also detected this high-threat unit, immediately stopping and scanning towards the giant head in the sky, locking on the target and swiftly launching multiple micro missiles for an attack.

Seeing so many missiles flying towards him, the giant head was startled to the core, desperately trying to pull up the control stick, but this thing seemed stuck, unable to move.

Until crack—

He snapped the control stick.

From then on, the entire rocket became completely uncontrollable, performing utterly erratic Brownian motion in the sky, zigzagging chaotically, accompanied by the giant head's miserable screams.

And for Great Mount Pill, the high-threat unit still existed, and was performing high-maneuver controls trying to evade its anti-air firepower, so it simply aimed up, continuously launching lasers and missiles towards the rocket in the sky, trying to shoot it down.

But the problem was, regular ground anti-air firepower required prediction, needed to aim ahead.

How could you predict my lead when I don't even know how I'll fly?

This is entirely an unpredictable answer.

So Great Mount Pill went crazy, tilting all its firepower skyward, with red lasers even shooting into the heavens above, still missing the giant head and his rocket.

At this point, not to mention the players, even the nearby Chaotic Blade Association distanced themselves, fearing being caught in the crossfire of the two sides' battle.

It's unclear how long this stalemate lasted until the overfilled fuel Jianxue had put into the rocket was all burnt out, that damn [Indian Missile] finally plummeted from the sky.

As for the giant head inside, he had long passed out, then was thrown out of the cockpit.

It's unknown where he landed, but it's certain he's doomed.

And that rocket, coincidentally landed not far from Great Mount Pill, with gravitational potential energy, the aerial bomb smashed through the rocket shell and crashed onto the ground.

At that moment

All present lost their hearing.

The world went silent in that instant.

Watching Potato's thunder explosion from afar hadn't felt like much, until that 750KG aerial bomb exploded in their faces, the players realized what the concept of high-yield aerial bombs was.

Like a volcanic eruption, the surging shockwave carried dust and thick smoke, lifting everything within a hundred-meter radius—dirt, bodies, guns, prosthetics—into the air.

Some Chaotic Blade Association members, dozens of meters from the blast zone, were directly blown away, bleeding from their mouths and noses, with their internal organs shattered before hitting the ground.

Even the 37-ton Great Mount Pill, under such a shockwave scale, even without a direct hit, was overturned completely due to not having time to lay down blasting nails.