Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 838 - 271: Adam’s Hammer and Information Warfare

"What the hell, is flying really that impressive?"

The Mongolian Toplaner, crouching in the carriage, slammed his palm on the table, feeling like he could send Huang Ban Sanlang's mom flying.

But there's no choice, Horizon Corporation can only produce anti-air weapons like machine guns and RPGs. They work fine against hovercars, but are useless against the high-mobility short-range flyers equipped by Adam's Hammer and his crew. Even the drones on the way are taken down, unable to approach, as they watch Huang Ban's special ops team rush into the building.

Retreat is not an option, only a fight is left, and the special equipment players brought can barely handle this elite BOSS.

"Reserve units, send up the personal equipment boxes of Tutu and the others, and have everyone from the fifth district gather at Yunding. Not a single bird will fly out of here today."

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Hate! 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

It's pure fucking hate!

Since being blown up by those mercenaries in the Watson District last time, Adam's Hammer hasn't stopped wanting to kill them. Every night, he imagines smashing that bastard who dared to hit him with a steel bar a hundred times over, chopping him finely like noodle soup.

Night City knows he never lets grudges drag past a day—normally, people are killed the same day. Few exceptions like Morgan Black Hand manage to escape.

In the past, Adam's Hammer would charge into the office, grab that guy named Lin, and tear him to shreds. But Huang Ban held him back, waiting for the new equipment to be completed, or this wouldn't have dragged till today.

Blood-soaked Yunding hall, littered with Tiger Claw Gang bodies in black suits. The shattered glass window lets in harsh high-altitude cold wind. The towering figure rises slowly from glass debris, Adam's Hammer almost as high as a building, overlooks the fully alert players. His scarlet mechanical eyes exude intense kill intent.

"You insects... Still so irritating."

He's held back from killing for months, all for today.

"Hey, hey... What's going on here? Did you eat steroids?"

Having been part of the group attacking Adam's Hammer once, Silver Hair definitely recognizes this face. Yet, compared to last time, the opponent's gear added tons of external enhancements, bulking up, his form likely over three meters tall...

Compared to Adam's Hammer now, the players look minuscule, the immense pressure of going from fighting minor soldiers to facing a BOSS makes them curse aloud.

Because large weapons are banned in Night City, Adam's Hammer's heavy armor mech can't be used. But the players' menace proved regular Adam's Hammer is no longer sufficient, so Huang Ban custom-made a city warfare mech 'Ashura' specifically for him, a design tied closely to Lin Miao.

Huang Ban pays serious attention to the players; it's said not even Morgan Black Hand got this treatment back then.

Adam's Hammer flexes his mech joints, each step a booming sound. If the floor quality weren't top-notch, this floor wouldn't sustain his seven to eight-ton weight.

"Doug, right? Then let's start the blood sacrifice with you first."

Pointing at Silver Hair in front, he unleashes his bloodlust without reserve.

"You must be joking?"

Though RPG games often enlarge BOSS sizes for intimidation, facing a cybernetic giant over three meters tall in person makes even fearless players' hearts skip a beat.

The gap is stark compared to players just rampaging against the Tiger Claw Gang.

Yet Adam's Hammer has no interest in chatter, stepping forth, he throws a punch at Silver Hair's face.

This isn't a fist the size of a cooking pot anymore; it's the size of a frying pan.

Silver Hair's vision blacked out, the iron fist blocked all light, the deathly pressure made him instinctively raise a blade to block. Struck by immense force, the alloy steel blade bent 90 degrees with no room to deflect, Silver Hair sent flying to the wall, fainting with eyes flipping.

Wig activated Sianweistan, stealth attacking from Adam's Hammer's side. Attempting to slice beneath the armor plates, but Adam's Hammer barely moved, and the tough blade got pinched and snapped by the armor.

He turned his head like a cat teasing a mouse, watching Wig's action.

"The game has started, aren't you planning to escape?"

Blades are lethal for unarmored targets, but against heavily armored ones like Adam's Hammer, they fall short.

"Escape? Really? You'll let me leave?"

Wig's eyes brightened.

"Haha."

Adam's Hammer showed a mocking expression, about to say he's dreaming, when a "thump" sound echoed, Wig's fist intimately contacted between his iron crotch, but failed to penetrate, not even scratching off paint.

"..."

"..."

Silence, a Cambridge night.

Both sides wordless for seconds, Wig showed surprise finally.

"What! Have you forsaken your balls for power? Are you still a man?"

Bam!

Feeling his hotdog gravely insulted, Adam's Hammer crushed Wig into pulp with a single punch, roaring at the special ops team's members.

"Everyone, eliminate them! Leave none!"

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