Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1216 - 395: Mobilization Begins_2

Justice, it sounds so cliché, many people don’t like to talk about it, preferring the idea that you’re not clean either, you’ve made mistakes, expanding the gray area between right and wrong, finding all sorts of excuses.But some things

Right is right, wrong is wrong

Not a speck of sand is tolerated

Anyone who argues for it has a guilty conscience.

"We have surrounded Da Haguai for so long, now it’s time to close the net, to send food, doctors, medicine into the city, to develop the masses so they know who is helping them."

In fact, there is no need for the players to promote it, now the city of Da Haguai is on the verge of collapse.

Although there was the ancient rule after a city was breached that for three days the sword would not be sheathed, you take what you want, kill who you wish, but to the drug cartel army, whose military discipline is essentially zero

Whether the city falls or not, or whether they are the attackers or defenders, makes no difference.

And to prevent a drop in morale, the officers would also tacitly allow their subordinates to engage in robbery and murder, otherwise there’s a chance their subordinate’s gun might be aimed at their back

Many have been shot dead by a grunt’s black gun due to uneven distribution of spoils.

Take whatever you want, lust after someone’s woman at will, rich area or poor area, they rob all the same.

So, although the players didn’t really attack the inner city, each time touching and going, the city is still littered with corpses

Piles of civilian bodies are being carted to open areas, where the grunts douse them with gasoline and set them aflame.

Looking at the bodies making crackling sounds in the flames, those despairing eyes, the wails before death seem to echo in the soldiers’ ears.

But their nerves, long numbed by drugs and alcohol, offer them no feedback, their entire being is in a haze

They wouldn’t even feel guilty for killing so many, for they are now beasts entirely enslaved by desire, devoid of all social moral standards.

Even if a normal person was mixed into such a troop, they would soon be assimilated or unable to bear the torment would commit suicide.

Flame Happiness closed the blinds, cursing at the people inside the room

"Damn it, if it weren’t for you stopping me, I would have jumped down and gone into god mode to slaughter these beasts."

"Wouldn’t we be exposed then?"

Bald 42 habitually twisted the red valve on the back of his neck, adjusting the exoskeleton to energy-saving mode, they had been infiltrating the city for almost half a month.

"Our mission is to understand the distribution of civilians and enemy situations, killing a few people is useless, you need to prioritize."

Cubans don’t even know what Horizon Corporation is, they feel nothing for the United States, they might even lean on the drug cartel army, if they had occupied Da Haguai from the start, they surely would have ended up besieged on all sides

Now the citizens are nearly driven mad by these soldiers, plus rumors spread through the network into the city have raised Horizon Corporation’s evaluation, gaining some recognition.

"Hey! A new mission is here, we are to find the citizens’ hiding spots, give them radios and communication devices to watch the live broadcast."

"What? Let me see."

Thud Thud Thud!!!

A violent knocking suddenly sounded outside the door they were hiding behind

"Who!"

Inside, a dozen players pulled out their weapons, ready to tear apart any intruder

But upon listening closely, they realized the knocking wasn’t on their door, but the first floor across from them

The players were hiding in an L-shaped two-story house, and by leaning against the wooden boards and newspaper-pasted windows, they could see what was happening on the first floor across.

It was several Cuban soldiers, guns in hand, shouting at the tightly closed door.

Each was flushed, their eyes bloodshot, reeking of alcohol, clearly overdosed and drunk, even so angry from the door not opening that they fired at the iron door.

Methamphetamine is a potent stimulant and hallucinogen, and when mixed with heavy drinking, it turned the soldiers into feeling like omnipotent superheroes, all lost in a bewildering euphoric world, unable to extricate themselves

As for those enemies outside the city, they’ve long been forgotten.

"Ahhh!!! Open the door! I know you’re in there!!"

They roared, shooting at the door, even though they were wasting bullets, it gave the soldiers a climactic thrill.

The entire L-shaped residential building had people living in almost every room, but no one dared to open their doors to stop these soldiers, everyone cowered inside, trembling in fear.

The other soldiers on the street were entirely accustomed to the gunshots, with no intention of checking out the situation

"Open the door! Quickly open the door!"

"I’m warning you, if you don’t open the door, I’ll make you suffer when I get in."

When the bullets ran out, they pummeled with fists, the exoskeleton fists denting the sieve-like iron door, were it not for a cabinet blocking behind it, a few hits would have broken it down.

As the door teetered on the brink of collapse, cries of pleading came from inside

"Please, leave our family alone, we’ve done nothing!"

"We have no food or drink here, nothing left, really nothing."

But the weak’s pleas only stimulated the beast’s excitable nerves

"Hahaha!!! I knew you were hiding inside!"

Saliva flowed from the soldiers’ mouths, hearing the screams from inside became ever more excited as they pounded the door

"There are two families hiding there, I guess the adults went out for food and were discovered by these soldiers."