Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 745 - 240: Surely No One Thinks Taking My Airdrop Is a Huge Win, Right? (Part 2)

As soon as he placed his thumb on the trigger, the gun came alive and started self-checking.

The strip conductors on both sides of the gun body connected to the battery, and an electronic screen above the stock displayed the remaining power and bullet count. The lightweight feel of the engineering plastic body imparted a strong futuristic tech flavor.

"This little thing looks pretty pricey. It's worth a lot, I bet."

The giant fiddled with it casually. If he weren't afraid of attracting people, he'd have fired a few shots to try it out.

Though not as outrageously expensive as smart weapons, the technical rifles aren't cheap either, and they're rarely sold on the market.

Even the Serbian shotgun Lin Miao used before, the Sadala model, was the cheapest tier available, yet it cost five or six thousand Euros each.

Players have snatched up electromagnetic rifles before, but the quantities weren't large. Many were self-modified by gangs from finished products, with performance not necessarily that great. Some even tore out the accelerator to attach to kinetic rifles for secondary acceleration to boost power, often resulting in battery explosions.

Lin Miao once considered manufacturing technical weapons, but the idea eventually fizzled out.

Currently, the synthesis method for high-temperature superconductors on the market is encrypted technology. Military technology is obtainable but at a cost, and technical rifles are intricately structured, making production time-consuming and labor-intensive, occupying significant productive capacity, thus holding little meaning for him.

Brother Ni checked the military tech website and found the gun list.

"No way, it costs 48,000 each, almost surpassing the cost of my whole body of prosthetics."

The promotional video inside was even more astonishing, with the muzzle velocity reaching up to six Mach, more than double the speed of players' current anti-material rifles, likely capable of penetrating a light tank with one shot.

Potato picked up another handgun to preview the [M-76E Omaha] and searched the price, finding that this seemingly ordinary handgun actually cost over seven thousand, exclaiming:

"This price counts as a purple item, though I'm not sure how it performs."

Finally, the prosthetic box contained an exceptionally rare subcutaneous implant prosthetic [Rhino Skin]. It wasn't the bulky armor seen in pure dye jobs or simple bulletproof products on the market but rather a protective suit composed of liquid-expanding carbon fluid. Besides conventional bullet, blunt, and sharp object defense, it also offered electric and electromagnetic pulse protection.

Once installed, even encountering electromagnetic pulse missiles won't result in the prosthetic's control chip being burnt out.

Its rarity was evidently less than that of the Wildman's power engine, but Brother Ni found no introduction on the publicly accessible military tech website, affirming its self-worth.

He couldn't help but mutter, "No wonder those Mercenaries charge recklessly. It seems robbing Hansen yields more than completing an event."

The giant excitedly stated

"The drop rate must be high, otherwise why call it an advanced instance?"

Items not available outside were looted on their first day in Dog Town, with three remarkable finds already - the drop rate was simply absurd.

"I've decided, from today on I'll camp in Dog Town, wherever the plane goes I follow, whatever it drops I grab."

However, the Wildman dampened the excitement of the three.

"Let's not be too happy too soon. Getting the items isn't everything; laundering is the culmination, and the real issue now is how to evade the Netherworld Dog's pursuit."

He still remembered the rules of Dog Town entry, barring exit within three days unless dead.

If killed outside, other players fulfilling insurance task rewards might collect your corpse, helping you retrieve it to prevent equipment and prosthetic loss.

Dying in Dog Town was tragic, as it was uncertain whether players could carry out your body, let alone the locals selling your prosthetics to the Soviet Union within three days, making any insurance useless, with no official compensation.

Additionally, do you really think the game's NPCs lack memory?

The Soldiers probably used their prosthetic eyes to capture photos, and the whole of Dog Town's Netherworld Dog would soon be after them, making escape near impossible.

Even face masks are ineffective against prosthetic eyes unless one uses high-tech anti-infrared gear, which instantly reveals your identity.

"What a hassle."

The three didn't fully grasp being fugitives.

Previously, they'd robbed gangs with proper justifications, exchanging gang members' heads for bounties without facing gang retaliation.

Even if given ten more guts, they wouldn't dare act so recklessly.

Potato then commented

"We have numbers here anyway; why not gather everyone and take Hansen down at Gemstone Cyan?"

With eight hundred players, they could almost reenact the Battle of Big Sur. Netherworld Dog, at most, could field a few hundred armed troops.

Moreover, don't the media keep saying Horizon Corporation and Hansen are on the brink of conflict?

In players' eyes, this signals a major instance opening, with no better day than today for Hansen's demise.

In truth, many held this idea, and perhaps in unseen spots, players were already attempting to assassinate Hansen.

"Impossible, we won't win."

The Wildman shook his head.

"All our heavy firepower is stockpiled at Big Sur - without heavy artillery, tanks, or even robots, how could we possibly defeat them on Netherworld Dog's turf?"

Brother Ni concurred

"This is an advanced instance, and those mobs previously weren't low-level. Fighting five solo, if not for Sianweistan's powerful effect, I wouldn't have guaranteed victory. Others shouldn't even consider trying, while ordinary players struggle one-on-one."