Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 741 - 239: I’m Superman, You’re a Loser

Not just the big shots, everyone else looked confused too.

Who buys something without letting the courier hand it over properly, but instead air-drops it in the street for a zero-cost grab?

Do they have too much money to spend?

Are they playing a prank?

Seeing the few people look puzzled, the tall and thin man realized they were new in Dog Town, unaware of the rules here and the survival laws.

Suddenly, he adopted an 'I'm a veteran here in Dog Town, have eaten more rice than you have eaten salt' attitude, pushed aside the gun that the Wildman was holding in his face, and slowly explained:

"Hansen is the boss of Dog Town, but it's not like he alone calls the shots here. The Cleaners, the Animal Gang... who doesn't have some territory here? Even land transport gets looted."

"The airspace around his Gem Cyan Hotel doesn't allow hovercars to pass, so air-drops have to fall elsewhere, which gives us the chance to fish in troubled waters."

"There are top-notch goods in there, succeed just once... hehe, and I'll have no worries about food or drink for life."

Seeing the tall thin man's smug look, Brother Ni and the others silently tagged him as cannon fodder in their minds, then released him.

"Looks like Hansen's reputation isn't as impressive as it's hyped up outside, his position isn't stable."

The big shot figured it out too.

Even land transport isn't safe; clearly the Netherworld Dog inside has been infiltrated to the point of being full of holes, unable to keep secrets. Taking the highway would probably mean getting robbed ten times per kilometer. Better to use temporary air-drop coordinates, informing the team that they are to receive the delivery only after setting off, thus giving the moles no time to leak information and make arrangements.

"What does his unstable position have to do with us?" Brother Ni gripped the axe handle behind him, itching to act.

"Taiping Continent is now under the control of our Boss, a regional military overlord that's going to kill him sooner or later."

The Wildman clenched his fists, revealing a warlike smile.

"That's right, the treasures should belong to the virtuous; a robber tyrant like him doesn't have the fortune to enjoy them."

"Brothers, let's go."

The engine he drew last time hasn't been used yet, this time it's just right to test it against the high-level monsters in Dog Town.

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In terms of area alone, Dog Town is still large, at least not smaller than the city center, and the buildings and facilities inside are complete, able to support tens of thousands living there with a little squeezing.

But they are all buildings left unfinished and deteriorating; now just a few thousand are active inside.

Players entering are scattered everywhere, each with their own business, doing a variety of things.

Take the [Beatles] standing under the street statue, who's playing a guitar and performing a street show, with two companions beside him.

Yes, they came here to play street music, and he was the lead singer in the New Year concert not long ago.

As a life-oriented player, the Beatles haven't mastered any combat skills, putting all points into playing, singing, and such skills.

In Night City, his fighting power is not much stronger than a chicken, maybe even worse than a street sex doll.

Yet despite this, they dared to enter Dog Town, a place where one might be shot by passersby just walking down the street.

Especially with their permed curly hair, they stand out amidst the scruffy Dog Town pedestrians.

Don't ask; ask and it's because rocksters can do anything.

At least he hasn't started hanging out with those doing rapping and getting high, driving under the influence in protests.

That would be not rock at all.

"The tiles of Dog Town～ the former 彩～ all stained with old dust."

"The moss in Gem Cyan looks like the fragments of tiles in Night City!!!"

"The treasures hidden, military discipline obscured, New America's ～ official smog～～"

His head swayed to the rhythm, tossing his hair, attracting quite a few passersby to stop and watch.

No chance of getting money, no one understands what they're singing, but they are enjoying themselves, completely immersed in their performance, losing themselves in strumming guitar strings.

Until a large box descended from the sky with rolling orange smoke, crashed before them with a boom, suddenly tearing these guys out of their rock reverie.

?

What happened?

The dust kicked up by the crash swept in, pelting them with small stones and making them stop playing and step back.

The Beatles lifted his hair covering his eyes to see what fell from the sky, immediately hearing car engines roaring and an imposing shout:

"Get lost! All of you, get lost! The Netherworld Dog is on duty!"

The three words 'Netherworld Dog' were treated like a plague; spectators who were listening to the music scattered like birds and beasts, although some showed greed when they saw the box, the arriving Netherworld Dog team made them quickly calm down and flee as far as they could.

Only daredevils try to grab air-drops, anyone with survival skills wouldn't have such twisted ideas of grabbing Hansen's air-drops.

The Colonel hangs every mercenary who tries to grab air-drops under the flyover as a warning.

The methods can't be called anything but ruthless, but every time someone still bets on luck.

"Which idiot? Get out!"

The car hadn't even come to a stop before a burly man wearing a dark green bulletproof vest jumped out of the passenger seat, pulled out a gun, bang bang.

Bullets whipped past the Beatles' ears, hitting the pedestal of the huge statue.

"..."

Damn it.

How many pages are in your family tree?

Dare talk to me like this?

Don't you know none of us rocksters are afraid of death?

He wanted to say this, but unfortunately, the guitar in his hands, bought with all his savings and borrowing just to make up 5000 Orokin, was too expensive. It's not a prosthetic limb that can be insured, which means if it breaks, it's completely gone.