Players Invade Cyberpunk

West Fire Grass was really too enthusiastic, eyes full of longing for Huang Ban, so enthusiastic that it was hard to suspect he was fake, here to deceive people, you couldn't even suspect it.

Because that would be too damn fake, if acting there was no need to be so exaggerated.

After all, how could a normal person make such a shamelessly sycophantic expression?

"You...."

Hasegawa hesitated a bit.

"How did you know these things."

West Fire Grass said passionately,

"I was dragged into this just a few days ago, heard they were going against Lord Huang Ban, and I've been anxious all the time, couldn't eat or sleep, so I paid attention to what they were doing, now I finally found a chance to contact you guys, just goes to show the Imperial Army rewards those who strive, hehe."

"...."

As a brainwashed Agent Huangban, Hasegawa for the first time had a sense that his loyalty was overshadowed by someone else's, he'd only seen this in the citizens of those very underdeveloped countries in the Middle East, Southeast Asia.

Hasegawa thought for a while and said,

"Lead the way."

Of course, the one who followed West Fire Grass wasn't him, from the cave shadows emerged someone, using a dagger to cut the rope, roughly pulling West Fire Grass up from the table.

"He'll follow you, if the information is real, I'll apply for funds for you from above, even entering Huang Ban's work isn't impossible."

"Sure, sure, no problem."

West Fire Grass was full of joy, he was fully immersed in his role.

"What the Imperial Army says goes."

Imperial Army?

What kind of strange title is that?

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"Sir, they're over here."

As a guide, West Fire Grass's every move was filled with the air of an interpreter+collaborator, with shifty eyes, walking posture was sleazy, making people's fists inexplicably clench.

"Uh ah....."

Kuroda, following far behind West Fire Grass, could barely stand watching, if he wasn't so far, he'd want to just kick the idiot's ass directly.

"Are you sure it's this road?"

"Of course I'm sure, I saw it with my own eyes."

To be safe, only Kuroda followed West Fire Grass from five hundred meters behind, everyone else was a kilometer away.

"There, see it?"

West Fire Grass crouched in a low area, pointing at several camouflaged mounds ahead.

From a distance, it looked the part, the top even had something resembling a machine gun, with a few people moving supplies inside.

Kuroda scanned from afar with his cybernetic eye, not finding anything suspicious, no living soul even at the edges.

Hasegawa said over the radio,

"Move closer and check it out, be careful, bring him along too, if he doesn't go, it's suspicious."

Since it was deep night, pitch dark all around, Hasegawa wasn't really afraid of ambushes, their cybernetic eyes had thermal imaging modules, scanning around could clearly identify any heat source signals.

At the level of the opposing company's technology, it shouldn't be possible to avoid his thermal imaging scan during the night.

Not even he could do it himself.

Following orders, Kuroda cautiously crept up from behind West Fire Grass, moving quickly, joining him within moments.

"M-m-m-master, you finally came."

Seeing Kuroda finally catch up, West Fire Grass showed a fawning expression, making people's skin crawl.

Kuroda: "Can't you just talk properly?"

"I can't help it."

West Fire Grass said,

"My admiration for Lord Huang Ban Sanlang is like the Yangtze River, endlessly flowing, like the Mississippi River flooding uncontrollably, how could I hold it in."

"I can't sleep without doing it twice to young Mizuki's photos every night, kind of ashamed to say, when I saw her hand, I was in the mood."

In the middle of talking nicely, suddenly came such a line, Kuroda was caught off guard.

"What did you say?"

"Obviously I tricked you, idiot!"

Hasegawa and the others were thinking far, that others lured them over to round them up or capture them alive to interrogate the mastermind, but these players actually had simple plans, just one.

Which was, find a way to kill an agent, and dismantle all his cybernetic limbs alive.

Newbie players didn't know anything about thermal imaging, they just chose a crude method—to lure people over, then dig a pit.

In Kuroda's bewilderment, the previously solid ground beneath his feet was actually empty.

If it were broad daylight, the dug and covered ground would be very obvious, even if players dressed it up it couldn't fool a well-trained agent, but at such a late night with no lights, who could tell if the ground had been dug?

Plus, Kuroda's attention was all on West Fire Grass and the distant convoy-like things, he had no time to care about his feet.

The method of digging hunting pits, which nearly disappeared decades ago, successfully caught Kuroda.

A pit over three meters deep was insignificant to Kuroda, not even enough to make him lose balance.

But when both his feet landed, and he was about to unsheathe the Mantis Blade to start massacring in Sianweistan style.

....

Why does it feel a bit wet underfoot, there's even water.

!?

"Ah!!!"

Squatting beside the pit, Wheelchair Sprint was jabbing two electrodes into the water.

As they say, left zero right fire, thunder god assist me.

If they weren't worried about blowing up the implants, making them unusable, they would've used something other than car batteries, but the newbies couldn't afford high-voltage equipment, so they had to make do.

"Get the sack! Quick, bash him, knock him out, doctor, dismantle the implants!"