Players Invade Cyberpunk

Historically, all conspiracies share one common trait

The more complicated the plan, the more likely it is to fail.

Those successful rebellions, regicides, usurpations, assassinations are often simple and straightforward—just a matter of pulling out the knife and getting it done.

So Lin Miao and Lai Xuan’s method for taking out Huang Ban Sanlang was also straightforward: just pick up a rock from the ground and bash him to death.

This Old Deng was already a hundred and fifty-six; even if he was using a clone body, it was fragile, and no drugs could save him.

A person ambushing from the water and another outside, striking from this close range with Huang Ban Lai Xuan, the good son, providing cover—unless San Lang was secretly some super-modified person, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

This was still Taiping Continent, Lin Miao’s stronghold, coinciding with a massive player resurgence; sealing information, blocking the network, surrounding Huang Ban Sanlang was all just a word from him.

Issue the task, and the person’s dead the next moment; no intermediate steps.

Simple and straightforward, swift and efficient.

And almost no one knew beforehand how many combatants were hidden on Taiping Continent; players weren’t soldiers or military personnel, and standing unarmed in a crowd, unfamiliar people couldn’t distinguish them in a short time.

The Ninja Team hadn’t yet reacted but already found themselves surrounded.

They cried for help, but it was in vain.

Facing players ten times their number, they had no way to escape. Even with immense skills, it was impossible to leave this place alive.

As death warriors brainwashed and trained since childhood by Huang Ban, they had no need to be captives; all had to die.

After all, although many life-skills players were there who didn’t like fighting normally

But to kill Huang Ban Sanlang?

Well, I must lend a hand.

The little episode that occurred at the port was purely an accident.

The ninjas looked at the endless stream of players around them, repeatedly trying to break out, but forced back time and time again, feeling only endless despair.

With signals blocked and unable to reach the outside world, Huang Ban Sanlang rushed here to see Lai Xuan without bringing many people, never expecting to fall into a trap.

They could only watch their comrades fall one by one in the fierce siege until the last ninja carrying Huang Ban Sanlang was killed in battle, failing to leave the fishing ground.

"Don’t dump the bodies in the water. That stuff is highly polluted; if the fish die, I’ll have to compensate the Giant. Clean it up quickly; let’s get the post-battle settlement done."

Lin Miao, while directing players and cleaning machines, squeezed towards the center of the crowd

"Come, come, take a picture of me."

"Me too, me too!"

"Smile, say cheese."

"Hey, old man, why aren’t you smiling? Come on, smile, you’re no fun."

"Geez, old man, you’re so narrow-minded, can’t take a joke. Let me help open your mind again."

"Huang Ban Sanlang! Who said you could lie here? No vagrants allowed to sleep here, get up GCK!"

A crowd surrounded Huang Ban Sanlang’s corpse, taking pictures, treating the place like some internet-famous check-in spot. Some even posed heavily injured, near-death Huang Ban Sanlang into various positions for their pictures.

Someone posed like Wu Song defeating a tiger, raising a fist to strike while riding on Huang Ban Sanlang

The elderly pushing a cart, waving flowers, and some even stepping on Huang Ban Sanlang’s face

Even if he hadn’t died earlier, he would be tortured to death by them now

This military Old Deng who once stormed across the Eastern Hemisphere and waged countless wars became a rag doll subject to humiliation and bereft of dignity.

Even with immense power and influence, he was only flesh and blood, a single life.

One miscalculation, and it all turned to naught; power and ambition turned into mockery.

The stark contrast couldn’t help but evoke sighs.

Seeing some people go too far, even wanting to pull down their pants, Lin Miao quickly coughed to remind everyone he was there

"Ahem! In public, with foreign tourists watching, mind your manners; don’t let them think we’re cyber psychopaths."

The player with a hand on his waistband quickly stopped, giving an embarrassed smile

"Hey, I just got carried away."

Towards the other bodies, the players didn’t show the same level of morbid humor—they’d at most strip them for equipment resources.

But Huang Ban Sanlang’s identity meant he faced the greatest malice from players.

Even with Miles, players would only comment on her ruthlessness but dismiss it afterward, considering it none of their business.

Xi’Er also freely became the subject of jokes.

But Huang Ban Sanlang, he was part of Japan’s infamous Shenfeng Special Forces during World War II, the most demented among madmen, worthy of being ground into dust.

At this time, Lai Xuan, who had bandaged his shoulder gunshot wound, also arrived at Huang Ban Sanlang’s body. Looking at his deeply asleep father, he was silent for a long time

"Father, there is no eternal monarchy; it’s all over."

The wistful voice made Lai Xuan glance sideways, looking peculiarly at Lin Miao, who spoke

His gaze seemed to ask

This is clearly my father; are you his illegitimate child?

But clearly, Lin Miao’s previous behavior made Huang Ban Lai Xuan forget he was actually just like these players

"Ahem... this scene, it moves me, I even want to recite a poem."

He looked at this ethically broken, patricidal scene, filled with emotion, trying hard to recall Tang poems from his mind

However, Lin Miao sadly realized that he had forgotten all his literature knowledge the day after graduating high school, not even able to recite the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng.

All he had left in his head were a few lines of Goose Goose Goose