Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 744 - 240: Surely No One Thinks Grabbing My Airdrop Is Hitting the Jackpot, Right?

Pushing aside the rubble buried on top of him, Lieutenant Dennis crawled out from the collapsed building in a mess.

Just now, although that guy had a high-performance prosthetic, he wasn't dead from a single punch, just injured a bit.

But when he walked out of the building, the sight of the Netherworld Dog Team in front of him was unbelievable.

A few bare-chested men wearing only shorts were sitting helplessly on the roadside stones, hanging their heads and sobbing, as if they had just suffered a great humiliation. The other soldiers were also dejected, disheveled, and the robbing mercenaries were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are the people?"

Dennis had roughly guessed what had happened, but he was still unwilling to accept it.

"They escaped."

A sergeant stepped forward and reported helplessly.

"I've already reported the situation to Major Murphy, asking him to set up defenses along the way, but there's still no news yet."

"What about the air-drop?"

Dennis was asking, already knowing the answer.

"It was stolen, and among the other people there were experts who removed the GPS, can't find their location."

"Besides the air-drop, several brothers' equipment was also looted completely. I suspect if they hadn't been in such a hurry, they wouldn't even spare the prosthetic limbs."

Saying this, the sergeant couldn't help but recall the scene that had just occurred. The enemy withdrew decisively but shamelessly. Some mercenaries who were still engaged in close combat with the Netherworld Dogs didn't even pretend, directly using Sianweistan techniques to grab their equipment hard, be it bulletproof vests or rifles, even walkie-talkies weren't spared, tearing them off soldiers before fleeing, even willing to take a few bullets.

Outrageous! Outrageous!

Though air-drops had been robbed before, daring to directly hard-grab the Netherworld Dog Team's equipment face-to-face was the first.

Lieutenant's face grew increasingly grim, but since it had happened, they could only figure out a way to search and recover some losses.

"Return to the base first, report the situation, prepare to arrange personnel to assist in the investigation, this matter must not be let go easily."

The soldier's sobbing sounded again in his ears, igniting a nameless anger in him, he went up and kicked each of them, knocking them over.

"Stop whimpering, your clothes were just torn off, you didn't lose any flesh, stop crying!"

"No, sir."

A soldier with his bare chest lifted his head, constantly wiping his tears, still bearing several gun wounds though they had been bandaged.

"Those bastards uploaded a virus to us to prevent us from resisting... Ugh... for some reason, just feeling really sad and wanting to cry... ugh... mom..."

"..."

The lieutenant gnashed his teeth; usually, hackers wouldn't act so crazy, if they really wanted to kill someone, they'd directly fry their brains. It was just like a childish prank, losing much of their combat supplies but fortunately not too many lives.

Something's wrong, a thousand things are off.

"Go! We'll return and settle this later!"

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The terrain of Dog Town is even more complex than the Kabuki District, full of makeshift slums built on privately constructed land, connected by decaying bridges, and many buildings collapsed together due to the unification war, it highlighted the chaos.

Don't mention outsiders; even the local Netherworld Dogs couldn't guarantee knowing all the roads here.

The players couldn't care about all these, only what they grabbed mattered, each scattered running to open areas, and after discovering no Netherworld Dogs were chasing from behind, they immediately began to divide the loot on the spot. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Wildman: "Woohoo, take-off!"

High-intensity combat doesn't come without cost; long-term high-pressure blood supply from his heart now led to capillary ruptures all over his body, making him appear like a blood-covered man. Still, carrying a 500-kilogram heavy box and darting for kilometers, Wildman felt vigorous, not delaying his sprint at all, the small injuries were trivial.

Brother Ni eagerly rubbed his hands by the side preparing to open the box.

"Maybe it'll explode a gold item, if I get a top-tier prosthetic eye with eagle-eye vision, it'd be great."

Potato was also assisting cheerfully on the side.

"Let's see what's inside first; if it's instant noodles, we've hit the jackpot."

At this crucial moment, he didn't dare speak carelessly.

If the prosthetic turned into two boxes of peanut milk, the other three would surely vent their anger on him.

"I'll do the unboxing."

"Wait!"

Bighead stopped Wildman's hand.

"Let me!"

Though this game doesn't have luck as a statistic, among the four, both he and Potato were always luckiest, true card masters, always getting what they want.

Even if their card skill was poor, they could rely on luck to charge into Hearthstone championships.

Wildman pondered for a moment, agreed.

"You do it then."

Bighead placed his hand on the handle, the air-drop box had been cracked by the Netherworld Dogs long ago, no need to re-enter a password, it opened directly.

A gentle pull.

"It's my turn! Draw card!"

Unfortunately, in this game, opening a box doesn't produce a flash effect like other games, just plain unboxing.

Opening the box lid, appearing before the four were two weapons and a prosthetic box, marked with large military tech logos.

Brother Ni was stunned.

"Isn't Military Tech hostile to Hansen, selling him stuff is like aiding the enemy?"

Bighead replied nonchalantly.

"It's New America that hates Hansen, money is money, and vengeance is the higher-ups' matter, smuggling is the lower people's business, no hindrance."

He picked up the long rifle, incorporating schematic diagrams and several magazines beside it.

[Military Tech, M-179E. Achilles, Electromagnetic Precision Rifle]