Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 632 - 203: Ideal, a Word That Inspires Fear (Part 2)
As long as there is some maneuvering at the end, the water plant will rightfully fall under Huang Ban's name.
"KUSO..."
Albertson wasn't too reconciled, but she couldn't afford the loss of two entire commando units either.
"Then you all retreat first."
"Whew...."
Although Hasegawa didn't belong directly under Albertson, pulling back forcefully would certainly offend a high-ranking leader at Huang Ban, and trouble after the fact was inevitable.
"Everyone, break through in one direction, and regroup in Salinas later."
After giving the order on the channel, Hasegawa's ears suddenly folded and closed on their own. Immediately, the bulletproof armor plate on his chest opened, revealing what seemed to be an audio device.
Buzz——
After a brief buildup, a noise exceeding two decibels of a shock grenade blasted the single-molecule wires floating in the air, and the players around Hasegawa all bled from their ears.
Even if they didn't care about the pain, they couldn't help but feel dizzy and nauseous from the overwhelming sound wave.
When the sickening sound wave settled, the BOSS in front of them disappeared.
"Did they retreat?"
The Wildman, who had one arm severed, pressed the deformed-headed Rhine under him, a bit surprised as he looked around.
According to the players' reports, there were a dozen enemies, all elite monsters and BOSS-level, and so far, players only managed to kill four of them before the others retreated on their own.
"Should we chase them?"
Brother Ni was a bit frustrated. Despite ganging up on one guy with several of them, the enemy still managed to unleash a phase-two ultimate and escape.
"Forget it." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
The Wildman, however, understood quite well.
"These people don't seem to want to go hard against us. Their stealth abilities are strong. If we didn't catch their tail, we couldn't find them, and chasing at night might not catch them either. Anyway, we already won before, let's regroup with the main force. Whatever these people want to do next, we won't be afraid."
Brother Ni put away his axe, chuckling.
"You're the commander, you decide."
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[Giant: Let me tell you guys, when taking off, I thought I was going to die heroically. Floor the accelerator, Fujiwara Takuya takes over, cutting corners like a drainage ditch, zigzag shaking, those ground anti-aircraft guns couldn't touch me. It's the resonance of a top driver and ride, not like that Potato without machine soul, crashing halfway through.]
[Giant: Another word from the heart, without me perishing with the BOSS, the brothers on the front lines would have been finished, so this round was all on me carrying, I should be MVP the most.]
[Potato: Crawl, crawl, crawl. Wonder who was the one screaming while being strapped to a rocket. I have recordings and photos, okay?]
[Giant: Shut your piehole, Yellow Potato, you machine soul-less thing!]
[Youzi Chef: Two legendary self-destruct kings, please be mindful next time, I almost got blown up by your aftermath.]
[Jianxue: Please give Thunder Chemical Plant's product a good rating, strive to surpass Steamed Bun Studio.]
[Steamed Bun: Heh, using your stuff means default good ratings. Nobody has the chance to leave bad reviews alive.]
[Jianxue: Explosions are an art, dying in your own explosion is art among arts. See, Nobel almost blew himself up too.]
[Sword Saint: Give Steamed Bun a thumbs up, your stuff is durable, it was still moving when I died, the endurance is out of this world.]
[Natural Curl: I say, it would be nice if the exoskeleton could work with the cyborg parts. The way I use it feels like a limiter, never comfortable.]
[Steamed Bun: Got it, got it. If you have any suggestions, leave a message on the Steamed Bun Studio's website. Also, based on this combat data, you can propose any insufficiencies and areas for improvement, and we'll find a way to solve them.]
The simpler a structure, the harder it is to break and the lower maintenance cost, which is why poor people's prosthetics always look so crude. Things passed down through years aren't necessarily the best but are certainly the most durable.
Military supplies never pursue how good they are but how solid and durable they can be.
Otherwise, like the Great Mount Pill affected by the 750KG aerial bomb, its complex program controls were directly shaken into an artificial idiot, unable to walk.
The technology in the cyber world, pursuing fine engineering like carving on tofu or intricate designs on walnuts, largely aims to find a place for the overly developed industrial productivity.
After all, if they don't do this, should they produce industrial goods in huge quantities and suffocate under them?
[Cop: It's hard to choose an MVP. The brothers held on desperately, some enduring a 36-hour high-intensity battle, sacrificing extra minutes to hold the line. The logistics medical unit had many non-combat players go to the front lines to save people. If you ask me, everyone is MVP, why fuss over a king or queen card, can't say the Cow Horse Group is winning because they have fewer kills than the Valhalla, right?]
[Red Barrel: +1, everyone's an MVP]
[Truth Department: Agree, I'll represent the Super Earth Balloon and award every battle participant, whether logistics or frontline, a bravery medal. Interested parties can collect it at the Super Earth City Hall.]
[Propaganda Department: On the back of the medal, a line of small print: "Recipients are considered to consent to conscription by the Super Earth War Department at any time and voluntarily sacrifice."]
