If equipped, players would still have to pay a high price to forcefully break into Zeta Technology's building. After all, this is the headquarters of a major corporation, and an obvious confrontation might not guarantee a victory.

As for stealing technical data, they better not even think about it; even if they smash everything up, nothing will be left for them.

Currently, the players have used some sly methods to sneak into the building. They quickly took control of the surveillance center and even climbed up to the 38th floor.

The price was that they didn't even have a gun at hand. Not only were they lacking firepower support, but they also had to face enemies outnumbering them by several times.

Potato was being chased around the office area by several Zeta Technology security personnel. Bullets whizzed past his scalp. Lacking weapons and not skilled in close combat, all he could do was bend low and dash madly between office desks, trying to buy time.

In his hand was a toilet plunger. He had just smeared someone's face with it, which led to the intense chase. Anxiously, Potato asked on the channel,

"Have you guys made it in yet?"

Of course, he wasn't referring to a frontal assault on the Zeta Technology building; that would be suicide in the company plaza.

Since entering the Zeta Technology Mansion was part of the players' plan, how could they not have any preparation?

Being unafraid of death doesn't mean they enjoy wasting a life blindly.

Pandora, who was entangled with Zeta Technology's hackers, took a moment to reply,

"I've already released your customized demonic puppet to infiltrate the internal network of Zeta Technology. It's five seconds to go live, and you can upload the target's code from the intranet to activate the puppet's attack... tch..."

Her indifferent voice held a hint of disdain.

Even she couldn't stand this thing, and she wondered how Song Zhaomei managed to code this junk at Potato's request.

When Potato heard that the puppet he requested had successfully entered the intranet for self-replication, he was overjoyed. He wasn't careful and ran straight into a dead end, getting blocked by several security personnel.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore? Aren't you a great runner?"

There's a saying that desperate troops will win. These security personnel had been hit several times by Potato with the toilet plunger. Suffering severe psychological attacks, they could hardly be more miserable, holding intense and bitter hatred toward this fat guy.

Moreover, these guys were likely the instigators behind the fecal sea attack. Now it's time to settle both old and new grudges.

"You like to use excuses, don't you? I'm going to break your bones one by one and stuff you into the septic tank!"

"Wait!"

Potato straightened his back, raised the toilet plunger in both hands, and shouted indignantly,

"I am also a formidable hero of Night City. Put aside the guns and stop the ganging up. If you've got the guts, come out one-on-one for a duel."

The security personnel didn't care about these things. They didn't immediately shoot to break this guy's head. They wanted to capture him alive to slowly torture him later.

"Break his legs for me!"

"Since you don't follow the code of Jianghu, I won't be courteous either."

A vile grin appeared on Potato's face, which looked even more amusing on his round face.

Among hackers' demonic puppets, forcibly controlling the opponent's physical actions can be extremely varied, but the core is always about attacking the opponent's neuro-coupler, interfering with neural transmission, sending erroneous instructions. Theoretically, the higher the victim's level of bodily integration, the simpler the control commands need to be, increasing the likelihood of the puppet taking effect.

Sometimes, it's not about controlling an entire limb or the whole body to paralyze the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Perhaps just controlling a small muscle on your body, a mere tiny neural signal.

Some things are bound to happen, even if humans don't want them to, no matter how hard they try.

Potato stood with his legs spread apart, arms open wide as if to embrace someone.

Under the bewildered gaze of the security personnel, he shouted loudly,

"From now on, let the world feel pain!"

Gollum...

His voice seemed to carry a magical power. Suddenly, the stomachs of several security personnel began to rumble, an almost irresistible sensation shot up from their tailbones to their brains. They stared wide-eyed with disbelief, thighs pressed tightly together, dropping their guns to clutch their rears and stumbled back. Even if they pulled the triggers, the bullets fired were already way off target.

Human beings, ultimately, cannot fight against physiological reactions embedded in their genes.

"You... You! What did you do?"

The faces of those security personnel turned beet red, twisted in panic, their voices filled with extreme fear of what was about to happen, with even a sobbing tone.

"No... please, I beg you, make it stop..."

"If... if it happens here... that's not okay!"

Yet, Potato's voice was as cold as the winter night wind,

"It's too late, Spicy Heaven Forest!"

Pop—

The dam burst, an unstoppable flood.

"Agh!!!!"

The ensuing screams were nightmarishly shrill, akin to witnessing a ghost.

Amidst their cries, sounds reminiscent of balloons releasing air occasionally interspersed the symphony.

When Potato lowered his arms, these security personnel were already collapsed on the floor, eyes shut, unconscious.

Real or feigned, it didn't matter. Those who were still conscious at this time had no future ahead of them.

At the very least… lying on the ground, they could later blame what happened on accidentally getting hit while down there.

As Potato passed by the four bodies lying on the ground, he pinched his nose in disgust and spared them a glance, shaking his head slightly.

"The world of masters is indeed lonely as snow. How is it so hard to find a worthy opponent?"

"You all still fall short, ultimately."

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After the conflict erupted, the deputy minister, taking charge amidst the crisis, immediately mobilized all the security forces within the entire building to hunt down the internal intruders, determined to annihilate these insane thugs to ease the hatred in his heart.