Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Besides, with so many people here, what are you afraid of? Even if it fails, there are plenty of brothers to help if you shout."

Hearing this, Wheelchair Sprint seemed a little tempted.

"But I..."

He pointed at his own legs.

"Don't worry, I've got an idea."

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"The assassination failed. Their security force is very strong, intercepting the bullets from close-range shooting. They're professional mercenaries, extremely formidable."

"You said it failed?"

Albertson raised his voice several degrees upon hearing the assassination mission had failed again.

"Failed? Huang Ban doesn't accept failure; Gloria must die today, no matter what method you use."

In her view, Horizon Corporation's frontline has already been shattered by the Chaotic Blade Association, and those weak logistics personnel behind are nothing to worry about. Albertson couldn't understand how the Agent Huangban, with their high-level operation, could still fail despite being on the offensive.

As for contacting the Chaotic Blade Association to confirm the results, she had no intention of being sneered at by that sharp-tongued woman.

Hasegawa Feng also frowned in confusion; the opponent's registered high-level force should have been mostly lost at the front line. Even if they weren't dead, they'd be seriously injured and incapable of fighting—how are there still so many fighters behind?

Something's not quite right...

"Neon Cat, snipe their units; see if you can draw people out."

Neon Cat's tactical sniper rifle has extreme range, and paired with a fire control system, can achieve headshots even at a kilometer distance.

The players fell one by one, unable to locate the sniper's position to counter-attack. Even except for the two captured assassins, they didn't know where the enemy was or how many there were. With night approaching, the surroundings darkening, they dared not strike rashly.

Neither Gloria's presence was found among the logistics personnel retreating backward, and both sides were gradually reaching a standoff.

Just as Hasegawa Feng was about to lose his cool under Albertson's urging, a team member suddenly ran over and said

"Captain, we just saw a guy muttering in Neon language on a small path, wanting to defect to Huang Ban Corporation. Should we try to make contact?"

?

Hasegawa's mind filled with a question mark.

What's the situation...

Could it be a trap?

However...

Based on the intelligence provided by Albertson, after Great Mount Pill joined the battle, Horizon Corporation's frontline started collapsing, on the verge of complete defeat.

In such circumstances, encountering one or two insider spies willing to trade company secrets for benefits isn't entirely unacceptable.

Although reluctant to contact them, Albertson's repeated pressure forced Hasegawa to take a risk.

"Verify there's no tracking or listening devices around them, secure the jamming device, find a safe place to handle it."

"Understood."

The time had already reached midnight.

West Fire Grass believed he had paid a heavy price.

He first had his hair shaved into a traditional moon-shaped hairstyle, then glued a fake mustache under his nose from the shaved hair—nothing but a complete stereotype of the Neon People.

But apologies.

The cyber world is full of stereotypes.

He walked in the eerily chilling mountain valley, whispering in Japanese

"Huang Ban-sama~~"

"Is there anyone from Huang Ban-sama here? I have important intel~~"

He had been out from the base for four or five hours now, speaking till his mouth was dry without anyone approaching, making West Fire Grass feel he was pursuing an unreliable bad idea.

Just when he considered giving up and returning for a nap, a gun suddenly pressed against his waist from behind. West Fire Grass's eyes lit up; he immediately said.

"Are you from the Huang Ban family? I've always been one of the Neon People; I've admired you for so long."

His outfit mimicked a rare face from Baoding known for a millennium, embodying every despicable, lowly, and base air—a sight so rare it's beyond rare.

"..."

The agent behind him said nothing but attached a signal jammer to West Fire Grass and uploaded a virus to his data port.

West Fire Grass immediately blacked out, fainting.

When he woke up again, he found himself no longer in the previous valley but now in a remote cave whose location was unclear—not even within maps recorded by players, black on the mini-map.

However, West Fire Grass wasn't anxious; he even felt a bit smug.

Caught on.

Only he was tied up, and the surroundings were empty with no one, just a walkie-talkie placed in front of him.

"Hello, is there anyone from Huang Ban here? I'm 'Rare', oops, I've always been one of the Neon People."

"..."

Hasegawa Feng was utterly speechless at this guy's antics.

If it's bait, it's far too basic and stupid.

But he couldn't just ignore it, so Hasegawa picked up the walkie-talkie and asked

"What do you want?"

West Fire Grass eagerly flattered, saying

"Huang Ban Sanlang is my idol. I've grown up hearing his stories, but my humble origins always barred my entry into the company..."

"To serve Huang Ban Sanlang would be a lifetime honor for me, West Fire Grass!"

His endless words of ingratiation left Hasegawa covered in goosebumps.

Does this guy have no bottom line?

"What do you want?"

"I want money. I want to join Huang Ban. I want to be a 'Rare'... no... hehe."

"That depends on how valuable your intel is."

This guy's augmentations are minimal, only two garbage-grade cyber eyes, considered non-recyclable trash in Night City; such people seeking allegiance and money with Huang Ban are pretty credible.

After all, there's no way he could grow meat from thin air, right?

"Yes, yes, I have crucial intel."

West Fire Grass said with a flattering smile.

"I know Gloria's whereabouts. She's scared by the attack of Agent Huangban and wants to flee tonight."