Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 764 - 248: Soviet Superman (Part 3)

Damn it...

If only we had a real expert here, with his skills, he could definitely locate the enemy sniper.

But unfortunately, even though the new version has launched, that guy is still lounging in Dragon Field, hasn't come out yet.

"Brother Ni, did you see that sniper?"

At the edge of the battlefield, Brother Ni, crouching in the shadows, slowly making his way inside the stronghold, heard Wildman's question. He shook his head.

"I haven't seen any sniper, just heard two shots, came from somewhere up to the east."

Bam!

As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang from the top of the west wall, and another player fell to the ground.

This time, Wildman happened to be scanning around with binoculars. With the aid of his bionic eye, he immediately captured a detail.

A blurry optical illusion was moving atop the outer wall, extremely fast, disappearing from his view in the blink of an eye, even faster than activating Stan's Masked Rider.

It's the BOSS.

This bastard is way too damn sneaky, right?

Wildman cursed under his breath.

Made his appearance without any grand special effects, not even a sound, hiding on the wall sneakily taking shots with a sniper rifle, and even used invisibility hack, truly fucking shameless.

"We've got trouble, there's a BOSS hiding in the stronghold. Valhalla can't deal with it. Known abilities at least include invisibility, Sianweistan, and a sniper rifle. It's your move."

"Been waiting for you to say that. Hell Diver! Airdrop!"

Dun↑ Dun→ Dun↓ Dun↓ Dun↓!!!

Finally catching a break after Boris joined the battle, Cleaner suddenly heard a surge of symphonic music blaring from the surrounding buildings.

Along with it, dozens of cloaked shadows burst out from the windows like cockroaches spreading wings, jumping along the edges of the buildings, each grabbing a rocket launcher, aiming at Cleaner raising his head on the ground.

"Eat my democratic iron fist!!!"

"Long live Biochemical Stan!"

The salvo exploded, making Cleaner reel backward.

"It's them! But how is this possible?"

Boris instantly recognized this group of cloaked cockroaches as the same ones who broke their stronghold two hours ago, even the rocket launchers they held were from that stockpile.

But even so, he's not worried. With his power, wiping out everyone present is just a matter of time.

As a top-tier soldier, he's extremely confident in his prowess; even against Adam's Hammer in a duel, the outcome is uncertain.

Provided the opponent doesn't don that big ghost armor.

Wildman reminded, "Watch out for the sniper!"

"Heard you."

Truth Department immediately activated the infrared detection within his helmet, trying to spot the sniper around. However, even with scanners superior to regular bionic eyes, facing Soviet advanced cybernetics was still futile, finding no trace whatsoever.

"....Damn it, it's indeed a BOSS, can't catch a hold of him."

Truth Department cursed under his breath, knowing besting the opponent's cybernetics was futile, winning required another approach.

"Pandora, Saskif, can you hack into their brain and shut down his cybernetics?"

To facilitate the hackers' work, the Masked Rider below cooperatively captured a Cleaner, broke his limbs, then tossed him before his good mates.

Yet, a BOSS is a BOSS. How could a top-tier cybernetic soldier have such a glaring flaw?

Even when his mates connected to the Cleaner's intranet, two hacker players tried initiating data breaches, quickly discovering this guy's ICE was not only impenetrable like a steel wall, but also started counter-hacking several players below through the connection.

[Bionic Eye Reboot]

"Ah! my eyes!"

"My eyes are blinded! My titanium alloy eyes!"

Watching several players rolling on the ground, not just the mates on site and Truth Department, even Pandora and Er Zhuzi backstage were astounded.

"Impossible." *2

This already defies players' understanding of cybernetic installations.

Neural interface cybernetics can only be installed one at a time; either a berserk plug-in, or Sianweistan, or a network access pod. No possibility of installing two simultaneously.

After all, humans only have one brain, unable to simultaneously sustain the operation of two high computation neural cybernetics.

"Having Sianweistan and a network access pod at the same time, hasn't this BOSS gone all hacks on us?"

Truth Department cursed the game balance, but it's well known that there's a huge difference between BOSS panels and player panels, normal anyhow.

They quickly accepted reality, for without figuring a strategy, this BOSS can decimate over a hundred players here with hacks and cheats.

Wildman didn't want to compare if the opponent's bullets outnumbered their heads.

"Just a bionic eye reboot, this guy's hacker skills are surely not as astute as yours both, find a vulnerability within it?"

While issuing orders, Wildman also contacted Jackal and several other external hacker supports, asking them to figure a way to breach this BOSS's brain.

Compared to other hacker players wrestling with super ICE, Pandora paused the moment she sensed this was futile.

The opponent's ICE had surpassed military-grade levels; just the firewall program alone was purple-grade gear, totally unlike something a gang like Cleaner should possess.

Calmly dissecting their overflow data, trying to glean some leads.

No one is invincible, even those seemingly invincible BOSSes must have weaknesses.

Soon, Pandora noticed a slight anomaly in micro data fluctuations.

"It's an intranet. Besides Cleaner's local network, this BOSS has another intranet, extremely confidential. If breached, it might crack his ICE."

Wildman inquired further.

"How to break through? Are we capturing him alive then connecting a data line?"

Er Zhuzi explained to Wildman, "Intranet data interaction cannot be done alone, so at least two people are here, or there's another machine, find that person or machine then there's a way!"

Watching the battlefield below already chaotic, Wildman understood.

"Brother Ni, take your men into the stronghold, find that person or the machine."