Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 844 - 273: My Head Is Hot-Swappable

Who's the best fighter among the players?

This is definitely a topic that can spark heated debates on the forum.

Though Silver Hair and his crew have strong melee abilities, it's 2076 now, and he might not be able to evade the accelerated attacks from a Femme Fatale's illicit implants, nor withstand the ultra-long-range sniping.

Players from different systems have their own strengths in combat, and it's impossible to measure them purely by stats.

Even organizing a world martial arts tournament would be unfair to stealth and hacker-style players, since their strengths don't lie in direct combat.

Therefore, it has always been a topic with varying opinions.

But if you ask whose cybernetic modification rate is the highest, everyone can tell you without hesitation.

It's Big-eared Tutu.

If we rank cyber psychos based on modification rate, then he's definitely at the top tier.

Tutu doesn't care about the grade of the implants, as long as he can use them, he'll dare to install them on himself.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidney, hands, feet, eyes, mouth, nose...

Anything he can buy, regardless of whether it's gray, white, or blue, he installs them all.

Completely embracing a mindset: I don't care where it comes from, as long as it won't kill me, I'll use it to death.

Just taking advantage of the many times he's raided the Cleaners, regardless of implant grade, he has a complete variety.

Of course, Tutu doesn't install them blindly; he'll also perform some modifications and overclocking on the implants to gain greater power at the risk of overloading and burning out components.

Because of the exceptional cost-performance ratio, his shop is very popular among newbies starting out with little money, and the funds are naturally plentiful.

And due to the high risk, Tutu as the shop's own display model has prepared many measures for himself, such as some illicit items, though they are usually not used.

Moreover, in this game, there aren't magical dimensional pockets where players can carry around a multitude of weapons, most are kept by the logistics department during missions.

Under the command of Mongolian Toplaner, players stationed on the ground floor immediately moved the equipment crates from the truck into the building, while players on the 13th floor had already installed the rappelling equipment.

Of these, Tutu's equipment crate was the heaviest and largest, almost like putting together two side-by-side double-door refrigerators. As they secured the crate and sent it upstairs, they didn't forget to jokingly shout in the channel.

"Tutu! Grandpa Niu is delivering a graphics card for you!"

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The entire building trembles from the clash between Huang Ban's fast-response team and the players, though both sides exercise great restraint, not using oversized weapons, they still shake the ground and mountains within Yunding.

The one saving grace is that Yunding, as the core industry of the Tiger Claw Gang in Night City, was designed with high-strength materials from the start, with excellent bearing and intensity, and the space is huge, allowing someone like Adam's Hammer to move freely.

"Hey! Are you guys only good at running away?"

Standing over three meters tall, Adam's Hammer is like a rampaging tank in the building, and even if Strength Department players brandish shields or equip MT-1, they can't stop his casual punch, so everyone can only choose to fight indirectly, trying to avoid direct contact with him.

But this made Heavy Hammer a bit unhappy because his mobility has indeed decreased compared to before.

And his current target, the cop, is a highly mobile one.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Small missiles shot from his arm almost turn the entire hall into ruins, a round of indiscriminate AOE offense seals off all the cop's escape routes, forcing the cop to continue using Sianweistan, trying to find a slim hope. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Bang!

A figure is blown out of the smoke by the explosion's blast, slamming into a wall, with one prefab panel shattering halfway upon impact. A few sex dolls hiding inside see the bloodied cop, her previously beautiful face turning pale with fear, teeth chattering without saying a word.

"Cough... Go quickly..."

The cop weakly turns his head to look at these women; if it weren't for Huang Ban's intervention, this matter would've been over long ago, without all this mess.

His chest collapsed, hands and feet not listening, all over cybernetic parts reporting faults, not to mention the native organs, long since ruined; even if Adam's Hammer does nothing, he wouldn't last long.

But the sex dolls were already scared stiff, unable even to stand, let alone leave. Witnessing Adam's Hammer swat away the smoke like a wall standing at the breach, they let out panic-stricken screams.

These pitiable sex dolls are custom-tailored with cybernetic bodies meant to please customers, long white legs, proud chests, slim waists, and curvy buttocks, celebrities adored by millions a few decades ago.

Yet Adam's Hammer's iron pants will only rise for a strongman like Blackhand, finding the sex dolls' screams annoying.

"Noisy."

His fingertips spread out.

Bang!

The shot splatter directly plasters two sex dolls against the wall, nose and eyes distinct.

Seeing the innocent dead, the cop boils with rage.

"You bastard, come at me if you have anything!"

"Oh? You pity them?"

"Just a heap of spoiled meat for play? Guest-pleasing toys?"

Heavy Hammer remains unmoved, even grabbing one doll's head to hold in front of the cop.

"She's pretty, isn't she?"

Tears stream down the doll's frightened pupils, her slender arms struggling in vain.