Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 851 - 275: Another Victim of Tutu_2

In the blink of an eye, the roar of the six machine guns and rockets mounted under their fuselages covered everything in the Netherworld Dog's sight.

One infantry fighting vehicle was instantly blown into a fiery coffin.

If it weren't for technical limitations and the fact that Night City wouldn't allow it, Lin Miao would have wanted to equip them with air-to-ground missiles.

In modern warfare, without air superiority, the army is just a moving target.

The three Predators nearly tore apart all the anti-air systems at the base, then immediately pulled up to leave Dog Town, to avoid being destroyed by the activated missile systems. The suicide drones following closely behind fell like heavenly fire, whistling as they plunged down, completely filling the gap in firepower that players couldn't bring artillery into the city.

If the payload isn't enough, just make up for it with quantity.

"Hahaha! This is exhilarating!"

The Sword Saint, who had been suppressed by the Netherworld Dog's firepower until he couldn't lift his head, was ecstatic watching this scene.

He dusted the chalk off his head

"Brothers, charge with me!"

The players, who had been stifled with rage, saw the chaos in the Netherworld Dog's base and immediately threw reason to the wind, grabbing their guns and charging forward.

The few in the lead even tossed their guns aside, driving their Sianweistans, and in the blink of an eye, they broke through the remaining defensive firepower, storming into the base.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! All things in nature serve humans, but humans have nothing to repay nature!"

"Do not speak of the stone man's single eye! Incite rebellion across the Mississippi!"

"Caldeia rises! Netherworld Dog falls!"

Shouting nonsensical slogans and weird chants, their outfits were a chaotic spectacle, including Masked Riders, Spartan Chiefs, and yeti suits—never mind them—but even Swordfish with its swaying eel-head, that bizarre glowing long head swaying continuously, leaving people in a daze. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Lindel saw this crowd of monsters and demons charging straight into the Netherworld Dog's base and was filled with a sense of shame.

Unable to stand it, he grabbed a Type 31 heavy machine gun, rushed to the frontline, and opened fire on the players who had broken through.

Fortunately, at least these people weren't regarded as friendly units by the Hellhounds, and both sides continued to fire at each other. Clearly, the opposing hackers had limited influence; otherwise, they would have been done for.

What Lindel couldn't predict was that as soon as he appeared in front of the players, all their eyes locked onto him.

Then, they unanimously abandoned their original targets, turning their focus to Lindel.

"The boss is here, get him!"

"The kill is mine!"

"Then I want his legs!"

"The family jewels are mine... um... forget it, I was just joking."

The players in Dog Town had an average level a tier higher than players from other areas, and they were nearly all seasoned fighters.

As for Lindel, not to mention Adam's Hammer, he couldn't even compare to that retired Soviet Petrochemical special forces soldier, so how could he withstand such an onslaught?

In less than two minutes, the players did what they said, ripping the military science cybernetics off Lindel's body, leaving him dead with eyes wide open.

Because even his two cybernetic eyes had been plucked out, he couldn't close them even if he wanted to.

With Lindel's death, the Netherworld Dog, now leaderless, saw their morale plummet. Even though their numbers and equipment were far superior to Caldeia's, after the first round of airstrikes, they too collapsed one by one.

Soon, only the Hellhound robots stubbornly held the line, but their demise was only a matter of time.

"How can it be so strong? It's tougher than me even after taking drugs!"

Arnold's face was flushed red from exertion.

Because the distance between both sides was too close, the Hellhound's control program deemed the machine gun ineffective or severely damaged, and they began switching to melee combat.

A Hellhound lifted both its legs, pinning Arnold beneath it, while mechanical tentacles continuously attempted to attack Arnold's pointed head.

The thick armor was hard to damage with swords, bullets, or bombs; only the previous bombings had paralyzed many Hellhounds in place.

"Where's the hacker? Didn't they say they'd hacked the network? Why haven't they resolved these metal clunks yet?"

Sword Saint: "Er Zhuzi! Speak up!"

[Er Zhuzi: You ask me, I don't know either. There's something wrong with these guys' network. There's a master among the enemy hackers, and we're trying to crack it]

"Damn it!"

If it weren't for the fact that players inside and outside the city were fighting hard, Sword Saint would genuinely want someone to dive into the network and gang up on them.

They'd already faced rogue AI; would they cower before a few elite hackers?

Sword Saint: "Bring all the thermite grenades, let's show these metal clunks some color!"

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The entire upper echelon of the Tiger Claw Gang was cleared out, and with their leaders gone, the morale of the lower members plummeted to zero.

Just a moment ago, they were full of momentum, but now they're like headless flies, not even daring to resist, discarding their guns and fleeing for their lives, afraid of being targeted in a reckoning, their legs moving faster than tires.

Besides the civilians with nowhere to escape, only the Arasaka special forces and the players were left in the entire building.

The two sides even felt the hallway was too narrow, unable to exert themselves, so they went to battle in the central courtyard.

"Take this! Flipout Garden Strike!"

Tutu had already swapped heads three times, and with each swap, the level of his cybernetics became higher, and the lethality of his equipped weapons increased.

"Tutu Cyclone!"

"Zhuangzhuang's Mother Shock!"

The nonsensical move names continued one after another, and Tutu's mouth never stopped, but compared to the lethality, the mental stress these names brought to Adam's Hammer was even more severe.