Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 850 - 275: Another Victim of Tutu

The Netherworld Dog's hacking skills are poor, relying entirely on the Voodoo Gang's network framework established in Dog Town. Now they've abandoned the remnants of the Voodoo Gang and opted for help from French hackers, naturally creating transition loopholes in many areas.

For instance, the Dog Town surveillance program is without hacker presence, leading to its infiltration by players unnoticed, as Sword Saint led his people all the way close in. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Both sides haven't even touched yet, but the battlefield is already ablaze.

Hellhound's high-speed machine gun tracer fire lights up the sky with fireworks, as suicide drones constantly change flight paths to try and evade the dense gun lines, forcibly breaking through, whistling down to the ground, and turning into high explosives with deadly fuses, perishing together with Hellhound's ground units, leaving nothing but raging flames.

The small street fights with the momentum of an air raid on Pearl Harbor, giving many new Hellhound recruits in Dog Town the illusion of being transported back to World War II.

Even those bulletproof vests and subcutaneous armor that usually stop gang mercenary bullets with ease are no longer as effective; only solid cover can provide that slight sense of safety.

Under the streetlights and explosion flames, Lindel immediately saw mercenaries in two columns using street-side buildings as cover, creeping toward the base.

" That son of a bitch Yuri, letting so many people pass through his defense line without a sound, is he just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Hit them hard! Show these guys who's the boss! Each head is worth 5000 Euros, and I'll personally help you get the money from Colonel Hansen!"

The Hellhound machine guns stationed in high-rise buildings and statues on both sides of the base form intersecting fire, a seamless fan-like fire network brutally suppressing the opposite side's players in their tracks.

"Quickly! I want to send each and every one of these guys to the sky!"

Upon mention of money, the Netherworld Dog's morale soared, their eyes gleaming as they watched the cover hiding Sword Saint and others, desperately wanting to rush up and hack their heads off.

Although the Netherworld Dogs haven't been in Night City as long as the Tiger Claw Gang, the weaponry and cyberware levels in their hands are worlds apart.

In addition to conventional configurations like infantry vehicles, rockets, and walking mechs, they also have several Demon Lizard Tanks. If it weren't for the many high-rise buildings in the city and the close range of the battle, the Netherworld Dogs could even drag out heavy artillery.

Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!

Rocket launchers on the infantry vehicles inside the base spewed flames, four or five rockets almost covering the players' hiding positions, leaving everyone's ears ringing.

"Damn it, Wildman, where's the air support you promised, just two or three?"

[Wildman: What's the rush, the big ones are on their way.]

Soon, sounds of air vibrations distinctly different from before echoed in the sky.

In Night City's skies, Huangban Octant flies, Bumblebee drones fly, and Steamed Bun's Predator drones fly just the same.

Don't ask how it was designed, or how it's able to take off and be used directly without multiple test flights and adjustments.

Just know all the data was guided by grandpa in a dream as a heavenly script.

Three drones, almost no smaller than Octant drones, with a fuselage up to eight meters long, suddenly appeared in the skies above the outskirts of Dog Town.

They took off from Stone Ridge Mountain, then circumvented all the way to the southern part of Night City, and then infiltrated Taiping Continent.

With dual-rotor coaxial turbine electric ring engines paired with a turbine jet engine at the tail, they can provide speeds up to 600KM per hour, rushing into the active district almost in the blink of an eye.

On both sides, exotic propellers adjust flight posture by changing speed, forcibly landing into high-rise streets, while optical heat imaging and laser rangefinder under the nose scan the battlefield immediately and analyze the situation based on data uploaded by Sword Saint and others.

"What!"

Seeing the three large drones appear in the sky, Lindel felt a chill down his spine.

He roared within the Netherworld Dog's internal network: "Where are the anti-air missiles? Why haven't they shot them down yet!"

"The anti-air missile system has been on standby; without Colonel Hansen's orders, they dare not fire."

Hansen also did not expect Horizon Corporation to actually have armed flying vehicles at their disposal, and to avoid misunderstandings with Night City's major companies, the high-powered military radar the Netherworld Dogs possess remained in silent mode, otherwise they could have detected and locked onto the Predator drones in advance.

"Authorization to launch missiles, shoot them down for me."

This is the cost of not establishing an efficient command system; everything requires Hansen's consent, and then has to be transmitted layer by layer down, while war seizes every second.

Lindel knew missiles wouldn't be reliable for a while, so he ordered those equipped with handheld missiles in the Hellhound to try and lock down enemy aircraft and shoot them down.

However, two seconds passed, and the Hellhound showed no reaction, standing like an idiot in place, repeating coldly in electronic voice:

[Unable to lock on to friendly unit]

Even the original anti-air machine gun Hellhounds were the same, unable to target.

"Friendly?"

Lindel almost burst into laughter, because the machine guns and rockets under those drones had locked onto the Netherworld Dog's base.

Do you fucking call this friendly forces?

Your brain must have been hacked to say so!

"Find cover quickly!"

He almost screamed this sentence.

But the airflow sounds stirred by the drone swarm drowned out his voice, as shadows of three giant steel-winged birds loomed over the entire base.