Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1218 - 396: New Recruits Joining the Ranks

After roughly half an hour, Revolver Quack finally emerged from the room and said to the young man at the door, Doni,"The surgery was very successful, but the wounded person has lost so much blood that they passed out. They need rest for a while."

Doni’s initial admiration was now mixed with gratitude.

"That’s wonderful, really thank you, doctor."

"I’m not a doctor; the person you should thank is far from here."

Revolver Quack rarely performed actual surgeries; what he usually did was steel permanent anesthesia shooting.

Gloria was still attempting to integrate AI into the surgical process and was developing power armor specifically for doctors. These doctors could use the AI and mechanical arms mounted on the power armor to perform large quantities of high-precision, complex surgeries directly on the battlefield to critically injured soldiers, but it exerted great pressure on logistics.

"Have your people use a bed as a stretcher and move the wounded."

"Okay."

Doni nodded quickly and summoned his people to carry their companion.

"How’s it going?"

Flame Happiness shook his head and complained,

"Not many people are willing to go with us. Even the two families we saved refused, and some are even complaining that we meddled in their business, saying perhaps those rogue soldiers might have left if they’d smashed away for a while longer."

Killer 42 thought for a moment.

"Tell them: if they don’t leave, once the army comes to investigate the missing personnel, no one here will be able to escape, they’ll all be dead. Follow us, and we’ll provide food, medical care, and security, with the condition being work."

He grabbed Doni, who was carrying the stretcher down the stairs.

"How many people do you have left?"

"A dozen or so, all friends."

"Do you want to join us as soldiers?"

"Yes, I dream of it!"

Doni’s tone was urgent.

"Those bastards killed so many people I know, the whole neighbor family died, I want to avenge them."

Hatred is the fastest motivator, but it is not the best motivator.

"Remember, you’re not doing this to avenge or kill someone, but to ensure the same thing doesn’t happen to everyone else."

Killer 42 patted his shoulder.

"Get your people together and do something for me."

Doni was eager, "What is it? I’ll make sure to get it done."

"A few hours later, we’ll have a batch of equipment delivered. We need people to help spread these things out, distribute them to all the surviving citizens in the city. I’ll tell you the place, we’ll take care of attracting the guards’ attention."

"After this is over, we’ll open local recruitment for military service, then you can go for training."

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As night fell, the street of Da Haguai was lit only by the piles of burning bodies. The flickering embers were glowing dimly.

The Horn family stayed hidden in their house, having not ventured out for a week.

Everything edible in the house was completely consumed, not a single crumb was left behind. But a poor family didn’t have much to store; not working for a day could mean there’s no food to eat for a day.

The house had only one bedroom with two beds.

"Guuu—"

The daughter’s stomach growled with hunger.

"Daddy... I’m hungry."

Hunger is the worst affliction.

Horn held his daughter tightly in his arms, trying to comfort her in a calm voice, although he couldn’t stop his voice from trembling slightly.

"Sleep, and you won’t feel hungry. Tomorrow Daddy will find a way; I promise to bring back something delicious for you."

His wife was curled up in the corner of the bed, crying silently.

Going outside meant certain death.

But it’s the only way out of despair.

No one could help them; Cuba had no government army, drug lords didn’t care about their lives, Europe didn’t care about their lives, and those Americans didn’t care about them either...

Bam!

A heavy object shattered the glass and was thrown into the house, shocking them. Outside, a faint noise echoed, but the sound grew distant, eventually fading into silence.

Another half hour passed before the father tremulously walked into the living room.

The glass was shattered, and a black package lay on the ground, its contents unknown.

Horn poked it with a stick, but it didn’t react, so he cautiously moved it over and pried it open.

Looking at its contents, he was stunned.

A pack of high-calorie chocolate, seven sticks of nutritional supplements, a small bag of water purification tablets, and a little black box.

Fearing they couldn’t understand, there were handwritten instructions in Spanish + simple drawings for consumption.

Signed by Horizon Corporation and a phrase:

[Cuba belongs to the people]

After dividing a portion of the nutritional supplement into three parts, consumed with water purified by the tablets, Horn opened that small black box.

It turned out to be a solar-powered radio.

Gently pressing the switch,

"Welcome to the Cuba Liberation Channel, hello everyone, this is still your favorite host, Doni Vomilian...."

"Today, European Black Forest Air Force conducted a barbaric bombing on Sapata Peninsula, resulting in at least hundreds of deaths, but our Air Force retaliated successfully, downing seven enemy planes and capturing four European pilots....."

"Today, the rescue team saved a total of 22 villagers....."

"Cuba’s underground farming area has been opened, the first batch of wheat has officially been sown under the leadership of Heinzen village chief Lolota. For them, the days of growing tobacco to produce drugs are over. A new future is waiting for the Cuban people."

"Please, citizens still in Da Haguai city, hold on. Our army will be coming into the city soon, just hold on, as holding on brings hope."

Holding on brings hope.

In the dark little house, Horn and his wife held their daughter tightly. The facade of strength they had shown before was gone, as they leaned against each other, tears streaming down.

Someone still cares about us.

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On the luxurious long table, platters of exquisite and opulent gilded plates were carefully arranged by the servers.