Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 671 - 216: The Indescribable Collective (Part 2)
It's as if a group of unknown monsters quietly devoured the everyday companions of these street pedestrians under the cover of night, leaving only a pool of blood on the street....
As he went deeper, the surroundings grew increasingly quiet. These cramped, disorderly shanties should have been prime breeding grounds for crime. In the past, gang members would love to gather in groups of three or five in these alleys, robbing or kidnapping random passersby or peddling drugs and guns.
This was once part of daily life for Santo Domingo's residents, but now it's vanished or moved into more secret places.
Because these actions are too dangerous, it's easy to attract the attention of those unspeakables.
When everyone knows a place is dangerous, those unspeakables will arrive quietly, spreading death and fear.
When observers revisit the scene later, all that's left are the grim traces left by the dying on the ground, informing others that 'they' were once here, and nothing else.
There was once a 'brave' of the Tiger Claw Gang who rallied everyone to resist those 'monsters', to defend their lives by ambushing in alleys to attack those 'monsters' that could appear any moment. That battle raged on for a full day, the gunfire so intense that even the NCPD didn't dare to approach, finally leading to the deployment of the Anti-Terrorism Squad.
And the result was obvious; the 'brave' and his 'partners' have already started to 'make a fresh start' in a place unknown to Santo Domingo's residents.
Literally 'make a fresh start'.
Thinking of those increasingly terrifying urban legends, the man's heart grew more flustered, his legs moving as if the accelerator was pushed down, wanting to get out of this hellhole quickly.
It seemed like countless pairs of eyes were watching him from the bottomless alleys on both sides, whispers and eerie laughter echoing in his ears, those 'monsters' waiting for him to pull out the items from his arms! Then drag him into the alley to eat him bit by bit from the toes!
I don't want to!
I don't want to!
But I got fired from the company, and I owe tens of thousands in high-interest loans. If I don't do this, they'll take every organ from my body and hang them on the black market.
The man sprinted madly down the street, the cold, foul air piercing his nostrils into his modified lungs, turning into white air as he exhaled. Sprinting for several kilometers, the intense exertion and lack of oxygen made him dizzy and nauseous, but he dared not slow down until he saw the bar name that looked identical to the one in the photo, and then he felt a sense of relief.
Finally arrived.
Now as long as he handed over the goods to the other party and took the money back, this deal would be done.
The Sixth Street Gang thugs guarding the door saw someone running towards the bar and immediately put a hand on their waist with vigilance, reaching out to stop him and interrogate
"What are you doing?"
"I... I...."
The man panted heavily, wanting to speak but unable to catch his breath, so he could only explain through his actions.
He pulled a bag of white powder from his bosom, placing it in front of the two of them.
"I'm with the Tiger Claw Gang... this is... this is the stuff you wanted..."
The two Sixth Street Gang thugs, upon seeing the all-too-familiar item, suddenly had a drastic change in expression.
Not joy, but terror.
"Come with me!"
They hurriedly tried to press down on his hand, leading the person to a secret back-alley transaction, yet the seemingly ordinary gamblers sitting at the entrance on slot machines chose that moment to turn their heads, simultaneously curling their mouths into smiles. The leader bowed his head, rubbed his hair back with both hands as if celebrating something, then exposed a chilling smile.
"Finally, we've been waiting, huh, caught red-handed."
In Night City, gambling isn't illegal; players don't know what's playing in those braindances, but one thing is certain.
That is, drug trafficking and manufacturing are definitely illegal. Even if the NCPD covertly covers for the drug dealers, crime is still crime, and even if they die, they can't meddle.
"What?"
The man still didn't know what was happening, just showing a bewildered expression while being dragged backward by the Sixth Street Gang thugs.
Meanwhile, those others rose leisurely, and the head cop, paying no mind to the bustling bar patrons, said loudly
"Buddy, I have a question."
"I don't want to pay the money, but I want the goods. You guys think of a solution for me, what should I do?"
The rookies following behind the cop laughed sinisterly, especially the one from New Dynasty Elegance, who somehow drew a Chinese longsword and with his left hand formed a standard Three Mountains Rune Skill.
"Boundless Celestial Venerable, sin of sins, of course it's black on black, kill them all, and no money's needed."
Obviously in Sixth Street Gang's territory, and the bar was a strongpoint for them, yet their actions seemed unrestrained.
The man being dragged forward by the Sixth Street Gang thugs was already tense, and upon hearing these people talk about black on black, immediately refused to comply.
He forcefully freed himself from their grip, clutching the package of powder and shouting in panic
"You can't do this, with so much goods, if you dare to black on black, the Tiger Claw Gang won't let you off!"
"Damn! Where did this fool come from!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The Sixth Street Gang thug was incensed, goddammit, I'm saving you!
Before the players leapt out to act, no one could tell which guest in their store was the problem, and even when they did, there was no killing them all, nor did they realize that the few passersby at the slot machines were actually those cyber psychos.
