Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 769 - 248: I Made a Deal with the Devil_2

"Damn it! Karelinna, you useless fool!"

In just one second, he could have used ICE and his own hacking skills to repel these invaders. However, Jackal and her team had clear objectives and acted decisively, using the simplest Demonic Puppet attack on Boris's Optical Invisibility Exoskeleton the moment they breached.

[Exoskeleton Overload]

Currents exceeding the rated power by more than tenfold instantly triggered the fusing mechanism of his expensive and precise exoskeleton modules.

In the initially empty corridor, a Soviet operative wielding a sniper rifle appeared out of thin air.

"Got him, his exoskeleton can't be reactivated until a doctor maintains it, I've also uploaded his location coordinates to the mini-map, let's move quickly."

Wildman suddenly realized that the guy was right three floors below him.

The previous frustration transformed into a source of motivation at that moment.

"Ha, it's time to strike back!"

Wildman pounded his chest with his right hand, ignoring the fact that he hadn't gone to the hospital to treat his injuries, and activated his power engine again.

"BOSS has appeared, everyone converge here, capture him at any cost!"

"..."

Knowing that the enemy was about to launch an offensive, Boris neither raged nor panicked due to the temporary failure of his optical module. After closing the Soviet intranet and clearing the remaining virus, he immediately opened the control page. The drones waiting outside the building for orders swarmed in. They weren't equipped with any weapons, only optical projection devices, which were real enough.

Soon, players found that dozens of Boris's signal sources appeared simultaneously all over the mini-map and began to move rapidly among each other. The marker at the initial position quickly blended into the chaos and disappeared.

Wildman: "Hmph! You want to run after showing off, it's not that easy!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He raised his right fist high and smashed it into the ground with a loud thud.

Boom!

Debris flew, rebar snapped, and the steel-reinforced concrete slab was smashed to a hole with just one punch.

Stairs or not, the straight line is the shortest distance between two points!

Wildman descended like Platinum Star possessed, raining punches down like raindrops, smashing through one floor after another without stopping.

One floor

Two floors

Three floors

Cleaners, who previously thought they had the upper hand and could soon clear the attacking enemies, heard the terrifying smashing sounds and the heart-stopping heartbeat, each forgetting to shoot, staring wide-eyed at the widening cracks on the ceiling shaking.

Crash!

The entire floor slab shattered, and the heartbeat sound also approached them closely.

"Wh...what is that?"

The Cleaners had never seen such a direct way of descending floors before, each was scared stiff where they stood.

Landing, Wildman's fists were worn down to the skin and flesh, exposing the metal prosthetic arms covered by synthetic skin. He strode out from the smoke, not even glancing at the henchmen as he headed directly for the nearest Boris signal.

But the players did not care about any cutscene CG or halftime breaks; the previously suppressed anger was now vented entirely on them.

The 7.62mm caliber bullets lacked the flashiness of smart bullets or electromagnetic bullets, using the impact of the most ancient gunpowder-fired shot to tear through the Cleaner's body.

The Cleaner was heavily damaged, with multiple people falling to the ground successively amid screams.

Some players who preferred larger calibers took out their .50 caliber rifles and with one shot, split bodies in halves; the exoskeleton with significantly higher strength than flesh still could not prevent the destructive lethality of this weapon.

The Cleaners in Dog Town might be stronger than those outside, with more diverse and powerful weaponry.

But they could never be fiercer than the Chaotic Blade Association, let alone the Netherworld Dog.

It was simply a one-sided massacre.

Moreover, all the players on the battlefield received the mission to capture Boris alive, each like an unbridled horse, frantically rushing to every suspected point on the map.

That Sukablier guy, is he a man or powered armor?

The scene of Wildman descending was also witnessed by Boris, the incredible destructive power making his eyelids twitch.

Even he didn't want such a guy to get close and land a few punches.

Moreover, Boris quickly realized that the suppressing power of these three-dimensional projections wasn't as effective as before.

In previous battles, as long as Boris demonstrated extraordinary sniper abilities, each of his projections on the battlefield would become high-threat units; no one would want to risk their life to block whether the bullets he shot were real or fake, therefore often achieving the suppression of an army by one person.

But this group of madmen—Boris's projections couldn't suppress their charge at all, they rushed up, howling with Sianweistan, as if the threat of death was irrelevant to them.

And when a holographic bullet hit discovered by the players but caused no damage, the threat dropped to zero immediately.

The drones hiding in the shadows were quickly found and destroyed, then they rushed to the next target point.

The Cleaners encountered along the way couldn't even slow the players' footsteps and fell in droves, unable to buy any time for Boris to relocate.

"..."

Boris suddenly envied Adam's Hammer's range of destructive weapons; at least in this situation, a tank would be more useful than a sniper.

Moreover, the battlefield's area and intensity continued to rise further with more players and Cleaners arriving, turning an area of several hundred meters in radius into their firefight battlefield.

The bullets and flesh flew, with a dozen or so dying or getting wounded almost every minute, human life seeming so cheap at this moment.