Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 852 - 275: Another Victim of Tutu_3

Adam's Hammer was almost out of ammo, and the number of players killed by him was approaching three digits.

Blood covered his body, and fleshy remnants even squeezed into the joints of his mech suit.

If this had happened before, it would definitely be one of the glorious murder moments he could repeatedly reminisce about.

Adam's Hammer loves killing!

He joined Huang Ban, allowing them to transform him for more efficient killing.

But now, he was confused.

Adam's Hammer simply couldn't understand why humans could be so relentlessly killable?

Take this guy in front of him, for instance. He had killed him three times already, but each time the opponent's head managed to escape, only to return within minutes.

The opponent's face showed not even a hint of fear of death, but instead grew increasingly excited.

In the eyes of Night City Mercenaries and even the Huang Ban research team, Adam's Hammer was a thorough monster.

But this monster, looking at the increasing number of players around him, especially this indestructible cockroach in front of him, inexplicably had a question arise in his heart.

Compared to them, who is more like a monster?

"Can't you just quietly die for me? I don't believe you can last much longer!!"

Adam's Hammer felt it was simply shameful to entertain such a thought!

He swung his arm and easily broke Tutu's arms, grabbed his body with his left hand, pulling him close (the mech hand was too large to grab his head), while his right fist was about to smash Tutu's big head.

Another person's voice pierced through his ears.

"Relentless blows and still unwilling to fall.

To defeat Adam's Hammer, I ask today, not caring about the return journey!"

In a moment of distraction, Tutu seized the opening, and his head unexpectedly sprang off like a rocket.

Der～～

Straight into Adam's Hammer's head, the two foreheads met intimately, then pulled back.

"Ah!!!"

A dazed Adam's Hammer actually let go, allowing Tutu to break free, but quickly recovering, he landed several punches on Tutu's body.

But that voice hadn't stopped.

"Blow after blow, it's blow after blow of devastation, the already standing War God wavers, oblivious."

Tutu, smashed into the ground, poked his head out to glare angrily at the nearby commentator Jianxue and cursed.

"Shut the hell up, I can't hold on! Why don't you get up here fast!"

"Die already!"

Adam's Hammer didn't care about any of that, seizing the opportunity to punch Tutu's head to bits, making this tiresome guy genuinely dead.

Looking at the pulverized Tutu, Adam's Hammer exploded in joy, letting out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha… Hahahahaha!! You…"

"Ahhh!!!"

A cop in an MT-3 descended from the sky, crashing onto Adam's Hammer with immense gravitational force and nearly 800KG weight, forcing Adam's Hammer to kneel to the ground.

Kneeling on both knees.

Unbelievable humiliation.

Though unharmed, it further provoked Adam's Hammer's madness.

"You... you made me kneel?"

Feeling utterly disgraced, Adam's Hammer trembled as he raised his head, with blood-red eyes, wanting to see who dared to do this to him.

Jianxue: "You're not kneeling to me, but to every innocent soul who died by your hand."

The cop glanced at Jianxue, but said nothing, as his words resonated with his feelings.

Yet upon seeing the cop's face, Adam's Hammer's first reaction wasn't anger but bewilderment.

"You..."

He remembered very clearly that this guy had been nearly dead on the floor upstairs before...

Why?

Why?

Gradually, the cop's face in Adam's Hammer's eyes started morphing, drawing increasingly close to Tutu's, whom he had just punched to death.

Extreme fear only evolves into extreme anger.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

Repeated questioning puzzled the cop; he was just nearly dead upstairs, paralyzed, not truly dead. The MT-3 could read the user's operational consciousness, meaning that even though he was nearly paralyzed, MT-3 could still drag his body around.

But Adam's Hammer, nearly frenzied, cared little about that, he flipped the cop over, punching the MT-3's external armor.

In players' hands, of top-tier gear, but in Adam's Hammer's sight no stronger than a ragdoll, within two or three hits, the front armor was shattered to pieces.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Just die already!"

In fury, he punched the cop's chest, the pan-sized fist smashing through the cop's body, ribs and spine flew out, nearly tearing the body in half.

"Ah!"

Though without physical pain, the sudden loss of control made the cop scream.

The MT-3 was almost destroyed...

Seeing the unresponsive cop, joy appeared on Adam's Hammer's face.

"Dead!"

"Dead!"

"You finally died! Hahahahaha!!!"

Beneath the atrium, the mechanical puppet soaked in blood and flesh laughed madly to the sky.

It's as if mourning the bloodshed, Night City, with constant rain, began pouring once again.

The drenching rain washed over the cop's remnants, streaming with blood across the ground, as if the city shedding tears for the incredible bloodshed.

Until, iron hands clasped tightly around Adam's Hammer's hand piercing through the body.

"You!"

Adam's Hammer experienced unprecedented terror, even the nuclear explosion nearly destroying him fifty years ago never gave him such profound bone-chilling fear.

This was terror towards enemy will.

"Let go of me!"

He swung his right hand, trying to break free from the MT-3's hold, but the nearly panicked Adam's Hammer entirely forgot he had a left hand, which, with one swipe, could easily overpower the already dead cop.

"Let go of me!"

Another hand reached, locking Adam's Hammer.

Then came a second pair.

A third pair.

A fourth pair…

Advancing players wore MT-3 or MT-1.

Conventional weapons couldn't harm Adam's Hammer, they had tried many times, not even able to breach his defense.

So the Mongolian Toplaner directed them to secure an opportunity for the only player capable of dealing damage.

However, due to MT-1 and MT-3's similar design, in the nearly crazed Adam's Hammer's eyes, they all bore a similar face.

Tutu's face.

And not far away, a hazy figure...

Many people.

So many people.

Some he recognized... Some he didn't...

All killed by Adam's Hammer's hands.

"You… You all!"

Perhaps Adam's Hammer never suffered cyberpsychosis due to cybernetic enhancements, and killing never affected him psychologically.

But an individual acquiring cyberpsychosis isn't determined by the number of enhancements fitted, nor by the strength of his will.

A mighty Great Wall.

Could fall from one brick.

In confusion, someone carrying a knife approached.

It's Silver Hair, veins flowing with gold-colored blood.

Players holding Adam's Hammer back opened a path.

Silver Hair stepped up and placed the knife on Adam's Hammer's neck.

"In your next life, remember not to be human."