Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 642 - 206: Battle That Shook the World (Part 3)

The two nuclear missiles successively collided with the Watergate hologram, and his aggressive Kujira ship was engulfed in flames amidst the air bombardment by a barrage of B29 bombers, gradually breaking apart and sinking.

As for Huang Ban Sanlang himself, he lay on the deck, sinking into the sea alongside the carrier.

K! O!

The large letters replaced the central square platform.

Brother Dao: "The match is over. Who would have thought that at the very end, President Miles would use the nuclear fist, consecutively hitting Huang Ban Sanlang's vital spots, greatly defeating the carrier's divine fist? It was truly an exhilarating battle, made my blood boil."

Potato: "It's really a pity for the veteran player Huang Ban Sanlang. After all, he hasn't been able to walk out from the shadow of defeat all those years ago. Who knows if, at the age of 150, he can make it to the fifth World Corporation Tournament. Perhaps this was the last battle of his life."

High Knight: "Is the old general still capable of eating? After all, being 150 years old, he can't physically compare to the young, so it's understandable he lost. We can only look forward to his successor, Huang Ban Lai Xuan, inheriting his legacy and continuing to shine in face-to-face matches against military technology."

Brother Dao: "And with that, today's opening ceremony comes to an end. Players are advised to proceed in an orderly fashion to the First Plaza to prepare for new expansions in the old network. Remember, Prelive Radio Station will always bring you unexpected feats."

Finally, it's over...

Song Zhaomei was unsure what expression her face wore now.

Was she happy to see Miles being pranked and beaten?

Or disappointed to see Miles win?

Even knowing the people on stage were fake, seeing that old face beaten was satisfying for Song Zhaomei, even if the person beating him was Huang Ban Sanlang.

It's just too bad people here seemed to dislike Huang Ban more than military technology and New America.

One could tell from the cheers after Huang Ban Sanlang's defeat that many had issues with Huang Ban here.

When the people on the field disappeared one after another, seemingly heading to the so-called First Plaza, Song Zhaomei wanted to follow, but without coordinate data, she could only try to get close to a disappearing player, attempting to leave a data virus to track them, to see what they were up to inside the Black Wall.

But as soon as Song Zhaomei tried to get up, a hand landed on her shoulder.

It was a woman's hand.

"Finally found you. Is barging into someone else's place and wandering around fun for you?"

"..."

Song Zhaomei tried to resist, but her data body couldn't be mobilized at all, not even able to release a demonic puppet attack.

Completely locked down, unable to move.

"Give it up."

Lucy, who at some point appeared behind Song Zhaomei, said indifferently,

"Your action data is hidden very deep, very clever. It took me quite some time just to find your tail, but now that I've caught you, do you think I'll let you run?"

Lucy had a small portion of Lin Miao's authority, not the whole of Black Wall, merely a brick on a long wall.

Hence, neither Lin Miao nor Lucy knew what the military technology had been up to on the Black Wall through Song Zhaomei.

But knowing wouldn't matter much, as companies had been eyeing Black Wall for not just a day or two.

The surprising thing was that a hacker had dared to touch Lucy's permissions.

Like a stowaway boldly strolling through the police precinct, ignoring the police as mere assistants?

After verifying all of Song Zhaomei's false credentials, Lucy immediately captured the intruder, surprised that she was so distracted by the prank show onstage, failing to notice she was being tracked.

Otherwise, given Song Zhaomei's superior hacker skills, she might have indeed escaped Lucy's grasp.

After all, numbers can't replace skill.

"What on earth are you doing inside the Black Wall?"

Song Zhaomei turned to look at the white-haired female hacker, calmly asking,

"Aren't you worried about the Internet Supervisor causing trouble for you?"

"Haha."

Lucy sneered at Song Zhaomei's threat,

"Do you think you can get out today?"

In that moment, Lucy already used Black Wall data to seal off the surroundings. No matter how skilled, Song Zhaomei couldn't escape from here.

"......"

Song Zhaomei made a futile attempt, only to find the surroundings completely sealed, her life and death in the hands of the female hacker.

To think she could mobilize such massive Black Wall data, even constructing scenarios, backed by a power likely far surpassing military technology...

Could it be the European Community... or High Knight?

"What do you... want?"

Reluctantly, Song Zhaomei still didn't wish to perish, resigned to take it one step at a time.

"Hmph..."

Lucy's expression darkened, for she noticed traces of Black Wall data on the intruder.

Initially assuming someone sneaked out to recruit again, but realizing it wasn't right, employees should see each other's identities.

This woman had nothing, a genuine stowaway, others must have found their location.

Not a good signal.

If there are others unchecked, exposure risk increases, and not even Black Wall could hold the influx of companies and organizations.

"Come over."

Lucy applied slight pressure on Song Zhaomei, shrinking her into a data prison-encased fist-sized light sphere, held in Lucy's hand.

She needed to inform Lin Miao and figure out a plan.