Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 772 - 249: A Nest Usurped (2)

A unit's gotta have logistics and clerical staff, right?

The ratio of combat to logistics staff should at least be 1:2, right?

What kind of psycho would throw an elite combat force of eight hundred into Dog Town without any backup plans and not fear Hansen turning on them and wiping them out?

And they even kicked down the biggest hideout of the Cleaner on the same day.

Come on, man, is this for real?

I was hoping you'd clash with the Cleaner and both parties would end up worse for wear.

Turns out before I even got started, you told me the fight's over. Even the Netherworld Dog couldn't achieve such coordination and efficiency.

Now these guys are spread all over Dog Town, and if Hansen wants to take them out, the cost will be huge.

Unless this is some fake news or illusion, just thinking about it might keep Hansen awake every night.

That's eight hundred people!

And that's not even mentioning that Hansen doesn't know these guys brought their own food and bought their own firearms and cybernetics into Dog Town, or he'd go nuts.

"Have you found the problem in the database?"

Gago hesitated to speak

"The technician says they haven't found anything yet..."

"..."

Hansen took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to kill, and after a moment instructed Gago

"We can't trust those Haitians anymore. Also, get in touch with hackers from Europe; the price can be negotiated if they get the job done. And urge those guys; the sooner I get what I want, the better."

Gago: "Uh... alright..."

The players, who had become a thorn in his side, were crammed inside the Cleaner's hideout, opening boxes and sorting through the spoils in the warehouses.

This place, being the second-largest smuggling warehouse in Dog Town after the Netherworld Dog's headquarters, had a ton of good stuff, far more than what the players initially took from Night Wanderer.

Among the mountain of Soviet-style gear, there were even traces of Kalashnikovs. The most common model, according to a web description, was the AK145-S with electric propulsion launching.

The feel was average, and many players planned to take this thing apart and see if Tutu could DIY an electromagnetic acceleration rail onto their own guns.

As for the heaps of junk cybernetics, they planned to sell them at a low price to ERO or Tutu once they could leave Dog Town.

The players who made it into Dog Town weren't interested in these cheap goods; even newcomers now had standardized cybernetics from the new official version upgrade.

The functionality of outsourced cybernetics might be greater, but for some reason, they never felt as handy as the ones bought officially.

For veteran players, instead of the repetitive guns and cybernetics, they were more interested in the new stuff they hadn't seen before.

Suspended in midair by several cranes with steel cables, in Astra's hovercar, the crew leader was curiously fiddling with the complex buttons in the cockpit.

"How do you even start this thing?"

There were players like Sword Saint within the group who tinkered with aircraft, but those were all makeshift suicide flyers that weren't intended to get back down, not even better than the Wright Brothers, let alone this popular commercial vehicle.

It was like the difference between a steam tractor and a Ferrari.

To say they weren't envious of the hovercars flying around would be a lie, but no one had owned their own hovercar yet; firstly, they were too expensive, and secondly, no one knew how to operate them, so pooling money to buy one would only make it a display piece.

Potato, sitting in the back seat, was holding a glass of pure water, enjoying the noble treatment, and couldn't help but laugh at the crew leader's words.

"What, you wanna fly a plane? Did you get your pilot's license, Brother Xun?"

"What for?"

The crew leader was dissatisfied with Potato's questioning of his driving skills

"I'm proficient in driving level 3 already, okay? From go-karts to heavy trucks, I can handle anything. You really think a hovercar isn't a car?"

The spoils haven't been fully accounted for yet, and it's not time for bidding, but the crew leader already took a liking to this damaged hovercar. Compared to it, he didn't want the purple cybernetics or the equipment on that BOSS at all.

"This car is broken, listen to me, Brother Xun, let it go, it's not meant for you."

Potato urged persuasively; the two of them had their own plans, still saving money as Independents, only tagging along Brother Dao's name for commentary in matches—they couldn't possibly afford a hovercar. Moreover, the car's front hood was already rusted open, clearly something even the Cleaner couldn't fix.

And Dog Town was littered with open-air anti-aircraft missiles; without transit permits, any hovercar entering Dog Town's airspace risked being shot down at any time. To him, it was just a broken toy, not worth the investment.

But the crew leader still wouldn't let it go.

"So what if it's broken? If the Cleaner can't fix it, it just shows they're a bunch of useless fools. I've got connections, alright."

"What connections?"

"Old Captain."

"Damn!"

The hovercar shook as Wildman jumped into the car from the side.

"Pandora just found this hovercar's information in the Cleaner's computer. It's a Huang Ban hovercar they captured half a year ago, and it's been parked here because they couldn't fix it."

Potato's eyes widened

"You don't plan to buy this too, do you?"

"Yes."

Wildman nodded

"If we can fix this hovercar and equip it with a few rocket launchers and automatic cannons, the next time we encounter large-scale combat, we'll have an additional aerial attack method."

Like air-dropping two squads of soldiers to invade and invade and invade.

"Even if we can't use it in Dog Town, we'll figure out how to smuggle it out through the channels once we've sorted them out."