Players Invade Cyberpunk

The sniper lookout at the high ground suddenly said in the channel,

"It looks like someone's sneaking up from the east."

In the heat vision sniper scope, he saw a guy with two hatchets on his back sneaking up stealthily.

"What?"

Hasegawa was surprised and then heard,

"People are coming from the west too, and quite a lot of them. They seem to have discovered our position."

"How could this be....."

But now was not the time to consider why they got exposed; the opportunity had arrived.

If Horizon Corporation's mercenaries huddled together to defend, it would be tricky for him because he couldn't find a breakthrough. But if they split up and attacked, it would be like passing the advantage to these special field operation units, wouldn't it?

Hasegawa: "Everyone, listen to the order. Spread out and engage, eliminate all of them here."

"Roger that."

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Although the daytime ambush failed, Nekoyou didn't think it was due to inferior skills. It was just a flaw in intelligence; they didn't expect the other side to still arrange so many experts at the rear despite the massive frontline pressure from the Chaotic Blade Association.

But in nighttime field battles, he was quite confident of taking down more than a dozen enemies, possibly even annihilating them all.

After all, in a logistics camp of a few hundred people, how many combat units could there be?

At most seventy or eighty, not even enough for their two special detachments to divide.

Through thermal imaging, Nekoyou could clearly see nine players in three-by-three formations, but these half-novices who had not undergone formal training looked disorganized and comical, with not very high combat skill levels.

"150 meters ahead, nine enemies. I'm taking the three on the left."

Nekoyou placed his finger on the trigger, hearing the bloodthirsty cry from his treasured rifle in his hand.

"Then the six on the right are mine."

Firepower specialist Firewolf raised his grenade launcher. He could hardly wait to blow this group of people to pieces.

piu——

Nekoyou pulled the trigger, and a white figure in the thermal imaging fell down. The death of a player immediately caused panic among the rest, and Firewolf's grenades followed up, inflicting even greater casualties on the small squad of players.

To high-level elite monsters, nine half-novice players were almost no threat at all, just like when Wildman encountered Modified Bodies in the sewers; it was not a slow killing at all.

However, the existence of these half-novices was originally meant to be killed by them, and although it was a pity for those small players, using their lives to probe and find enemy fire points was necessary, and the experts could only whisper an apology in their hearts.

Another gunshot; a player attempting to hide behind a dirt mound was shot in the head.

Found you.

The expert quickly determined the approximate location of the enemy sniper based on the hit situation of the two players before and after, then adjusted the shooting position and saw that guy in camouflage, squatting in a foxhole.

The opponent didn't notice the expert hundreds of meters away at all, as all attention was drawn to the cannon fodder ahead.

Bam!

Nekoyou heard the third gunshot, which was strange because he hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Where did the sound come from?

It was only when a cool liquid flowed on his forehead, to the tip of his nose, and he stumbled to the ground in a daze that Nekoyou finally understood.

The other side also had a sniper.

"Roar!"

The breacher in the squad, Rayne, activated his [Frenzy Body Plug-in].

His already renowned high-level prosthesis became even more powerful when restrictions were lifted, and it operated at super power. Without Sianweistan activated, his running speed even reached 20m/s. Titanium alloy bones + heavy subcutaneous armor + heavy bulletproof vest made the threat of players' rifles negligible to him, with a more than a hundred-kilogram heavy hammer in hand.

Under such speed, strength, and defense bonuses, he charged into the player formation like a raging rhinoceros, enduring rifle fire, smashing a player into a ragdoll with one hammer, and even smashing another player to death mid-charge.

He enjoyed the exhilarating sensation of tearing enemies apart, and his idol, Adam's Hammer, inspired him to continuously increase the modification level of his body, long since labeling him as a cyberpsychotic within Huang Ban.

Experiencing episodes was an everyday occurrence.

"Hahahaha!!! Come on! Use more strength!!"

Feeling the bullets hitting his heavy bulletproof vest and cyber-enhanced armor plates, Rayne's eyes filled with bloodlines, and his expression gradually became manic.

He was already not satisfied with using blunt weapons, even starting to use his bare hands to rip apart these people.

Bam!

Until someone landed a heavy punch on his head, the force was so great that his jaw was knocked off, with some kind of hydraulic oil spraying from the exposed mechanical trachea.

Actually, Hasegawa and his crew's assessment was right; most high-level players with combat experience had gone to the front lines, leaving no one in the rear even capable of using Sianweistan anti-material sniper rifles. But there were still players who could fight.

With the victory at hand, Wildman, who abandoned strategic thinking and rushed to the front line, waved his right hand to shake off the engine oil adhering to it, then,

"Ha! Flesh! Liberation!"

He tensed his arms and clenched his fists at his abdomen, the full power release of his bionic muscle prosthetics tearing his upper body clothing into shreds, revealing a terrifying upper body.

"Brainless thing, today I show you what Wildman's punch of the King of Men is all about."

After a heavy hit in the face, Rayne's eyes immediately cleared up in surprise, looking at the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The other side's cyber components weren't that great, but there were a lot of them, even worse than his in terms of modification levels.

Rayne drank inhibitors like water every day to relieve pain, after all.

"...."

But now, words were useless, only muscle could tell the truth!