Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 761 - 245: Now It All Makes Sense_3

"My people are all here, ready to launch an attack at any time."

"So soon?"

Wildman was surprised, knowing that Sword Saint, who was notified at the same time, was still gathering troops.

"This is the super speed of Super Earth, something you can't learn."

Truth Department boasted. He didn't rise to the top relying on mere effort and luck.

Among the current two thousand players, he considers himself to be one of the richest, possibly even the richest.

Though he can't directly pour money into the game, it doesn't prevent him from expanding Super Earth's forces. Without exaggeration, he hasn't spent a dime on the game, but has invested tens of thousands of RMB. Now, every Hell Diver in Super Earth is playing the game with his funding, and motivated players are naturally more efficient than Independents.

A staple in domestic MMORPG online games—the tycoon guild owner. Such individuals can even sustain a game, making dozens of customer service representatives mere pawns.

Furthermore, this doesn't mean Truth Department is a foolish spendthrift. He clearly sees the commercial potential behind this game. Nevermind the lack of financial transactions now; once player numbers rise, there will be plenty of ways to make money.

For example, cash transactions for equipment and cybernetic implants. Most of his implants are not obtained from raids but bought from players in real life. Of course, Lin Miao has prohibited discussion of this on the official forum and has openly stated he won't be responsible for any scams—get duped, and it's on you.

Then there's external advertisement orders, potential live streams, or video edits and such.

As long as the IP of [Super Earth] grows big, the money will flow, and players who join will keep coming.

As for the protest from some Arrow÷? Who the hell cares.

After more than ten minutes, Sword Saint also came upstairs with Masked Rider.

Wildman asked, "How much weaponry did you bring?"

This isn't large-scale warfare, with Horizon Corporation providing additional assistance. Upon entering Dog Town, players could only carry the supplies they prepared themselves.

"The standard Hell Diver kit includes everything. Before coming, we took down a Cleaner outpost and got some extra weapons. I'm planning to convert that into a fixed base for Super Earth in Dog Town. What about you?"

Truth Department asked Sword Saint. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I knew from the new version launch that it would be a tough battle. I prepared 20 MT-1s and plenty of rocket launchers beforehand. I had to rent seven or eight trucks from the official to bring them in."

Sword Saint grumbled.

"And I got extorted over ten thousand by the Netherworld Dog guards at the entrance—they were absurd. When the fight starts, the first thing I'll do is hang him from a streetlight."

Sword Saint isn't as wealthy as Truth Department, merely from a middle-class family, but he holds investment shares in a beverage and food factory, actively participating in this smuggling activity due to the water expansion phase, providing ample cash flow.

Actually, Valhalla had a batch of armed robots, but Sword Saint couldn't bear to use them here.

"Hmm...."

Wildman pondered for a moment and quickly made the necessary arrangements.

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Deep inside the heavily guarded Cleaner outpost, two people were quarreling over something, in pure Russian.

"Damn it, how did they get into Dog Town?"

The speaker was Boris Barikov, a retired Soviet special forces soldier.

Though many know the unclear relationship between Cleaners and the Soviet Union, the close extent of their relationship is little known.

On the computer screen in front of him was a footage showing seven or eight cloaked figures charging into a small Cleaner outpost with guns blazing. After a fierce battle, over twenty Cleaners lay dead, and their stored cybernetic implants and weaponry ended up in enemy hands.

Due to the highly recognizable gear of these individuals, Barikov immediately identified their origins.

Horizon Corporation employs a rather famous mercenary group, even engraved on water bottles and advertisements

[Super Earth]

No survivors, no supplies, ruthless and decisive, fearless in battle, especially fond of shouting 'For managed democracy' and 'For freedom' during fights. Such individuals would be considered terminally cyber psychotic with no cure.

"I told you, these lunatics are targeting us. The urgent task now is to contact Soviet Petrochemical and urgently send people to take down this company! It's impossible to hold off these lunatics with just our personnel."

The speaking female agent was Katya Karelinna, her expression anxious beneath towering white hair.

"We lack authority to interfere with company decisions, Karelinna!"

Boris glanced irritably at his colleague, known for being timid, hiding money everywhere, always ready to flee at the slightest shift in the wind, lacking any sense of sacrifice. How he passed agent training is a mystery.

"Furthermore, the importance of the Dog Town outpost to our country doesn't need your reminder. The higher-ups must have already begun action. Our urgent task is to figure out their real purpose for entering Dog Town."

Karelinna, with arms crossed, grew angry. She initially thought Soviet Petrochemical would strike hard and destroy Horizon Corporation, but surprisingly they sent a bunch of lawyers, merely to argue in court with that Lin guy, showing no intention of using force.

"Purpose? What purpose could dogs fed by military technology have? Obviously, they're targeting Hansen and causing trouble for us."

"Listen, Boris, the upper management has already expressed dissatisfaction over the reduced supply numbers these past two months. If we don't figure a way to break their siege and gather enough cybernetic implants to hand over, we'll both be left without any value."

At the spa, the Soviets spoke loudly for others to hear. In reality, the Cleaners suffered much more than others imagined. Cybernetic implants collected at various outposts were plundered by players. If not for smuggled implants from other California cities, last month's quota wouldn't have been met.

Karelinna couldn't understand; Boris's skill is top-notch in special forces, so why doesn't Soviet Petrochemical send a unit to directly eliminate Lin in Taiping Continent and end it once and for all?

Then came something else she couldn't comprehend.

Suddenly, outside the outpost, a series of thunderous explosions erupted, followed by fierce gunfire. The assembled players immediately launched a rapid offensive on the Cleaner outpost.