Players Invade Cyberpunk

Truth Department: "Can't be made?"

Propaganda Department: "Anyway, Sea Superman said it can't be made. Not just electromagnetic weapons, plasma is also a no-go. We can't produce it. The stuff we captured is just a pile of scrap metal in the warehouse. Damn, we wasted so many war points on auctioning them."

Thinking about how excited they were spending a bunch of money on a pile of scrap metal during settlement, the Propaganda Department regretted it immediately, pounding their chest in frustration.

The Truth Department, on the other hand, remained very calm, or perhaps they were mentally prepared for this before even asking the question, not surprised at all.

They even leisurely leaned back on the couch, chomping on a bucket of corn chips.

Anyway, in the game, there's no need to worry about body shape or dieting. Eat as you like, liberate your nature.

After understanding the situation, he asked,

"And what about the rest? Didn't I ask you to find out if there's a solution?"

"Sea Superman told us to find V, saying that guy will have a way."

"The Agent Huangban we captured alive?"

The Truth Department had a strong impression of that woman.

Not only a regular at the bar, but she was a bodyguard for a BOSS for more than half a month recently, inexplicably becoming very formidable.

"Right, the Ocean Ranger said your enemy knows you best. To seize Military Science's goods, you can't go wrong with Agent Huangban."

The Truth Department stood up, glaring at the Propaganda Department.

"You need to watch your words. Super Earth is not robbing Military Technology, it's borrowing or requisitioning materials from them, just with a slightly longer repayment term, let's say... within 99 years."

The Propaganda Department nodded repeatedly: "Right, right, when it comes to being shameless, I'm still just a tiny bit behind you."

The Truth Department ignored the Propaganda Department's slick talk, simply saying, "But robbery is not a long-term solution. It's okay once or twice, but if we do it too often, our target will become obvious and then exposed. We still need to find a way to produce it ourselves."

Having someone else's thing is never as good as having your own.

The Truth Department didn't want to spend a lot of money to buy from others, and also pay a big protection fee. Besides, he didn't have the money, and he couldn't afford to play with that stuff even outside.

He grabbed a handful of his hair and then said,

"This way, I'll get in touch with V. You take the materials to find Er Zhuzi, let him search the research history of superconducting materials in Cyberspace. If we can find traces, maybe we can find related copies and lost research data in the old net."

Propaganda Department: "What if the European Community causes trouble? Europe is now like a cow flying a plane, extremely arrogant. They might drop a nuclear bomb from the sky like that girl, basking in the sun. The production team really doesn't know what's in their mind; if it was the Chinese, we wouldn't be living such hard days."

"What's there to be afraid of? Can he be bigger than the US and Soviet Union? Have some Chinese pride, won't you?"

The Truth Department angrily kicked the other guy, urging the Propaganda Department to hurry up with their work.

If you really can't find a preparation plan, can't you ask for external help?

The physical object is right here, copy it, and at least try to come up with something.

As the Propaganda Department was about to walk out the door, the Truth Department called him back.

"Oh, before you go, notify Lao Xiao, send two technical rifles to Steamed Bun, place an order, saying you want standard electro-thermal chemical rifles capable of stable production and use, with multiple adjustment levels. I'll discuss the details with our engineers, first get a sample out and see."

"As for the materials... send all the technical rifles we previously captured to the warehouse on Stone Ridge Mountain, and dismantle them from there when the time comes."

Electro-thermal chemical rifles are not proper technical rifles. They're an intermediate version, with propellant providing initial velocity, and electromagnetic acceleration, requiring fewer superconductors and electrical energy than proper electromagnetic rifles.

Although there is inevitable loss in this manufacturing process, it's better than having a bunch of people holding multinational weapons, giving players in Super Earth's logistics department high blood pressure.

The Truth Department had no doubts about Steamed Bun's ability. She had capable people behind her, this kind of task was perfect for her.

"Got it."

The Propaganda Department went out, but the Truth Department didn't immediately go to find V, because before solving V's problem, a minor issue popped up within Super Earth that required a professional consultant.

[Truth Department: I need help. There's a team member falling for an NPC in the second dimension, what do I do? I'm a bit worried about his mental state.]

[Youzi Chef: 6, I suspect you're making fun of me.]

[Truth Department: I'm serious, it's like this... and like that...]

[Youzi Chef: Where is he? Damn it!!! Let me personally crush this hopeful illusion.]

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The Tiger Claw Gang died the most and the hardest among the gangs in Night City because their enmity with the players was the deepest, and the most incriminating evidence was found against them.

The middle and upper levels were either killed on the spot or captured and turned into servile machines, almost completely eradicated.

Next was the Sixth Street Gang. Not all their members would be killed, but they would either be taken out of Night City by Military Technology or honestly put down their guns and go home. All bases and clubs would be raided, with the leaders of three departments either dead or escaped.

The Animal Gang, a group of pointy-headed people, actually didn't have much conflict with the players. They only got a warning and a cleansing of their upper ranks and then quieted down.

The situations of the Vortex Gang and Valentino Gang were special. The former had once fought alongside the players, so it was inconvenient to kill them too harshly, while the latter was a bloodline family system with kin all over, deeply connected. Killing too many could easily provoke public outrage, but they couldn't be left unattended.