Players Invade Cyberpunk
Chapter 103 - 32: All My Good Brothers Have Died (End of Month Extra Update, Asking for Votes)

Chapter 103: Chapter 32: All My Good Brothers Have Died (End of Month Extra Update, Asking for Votes)

Riddled with bullets, the giant’s consciousness was fading, feeling like he could crash at any moment, but he still used the last of his strength to turn the motorcycle, using an uphill protruding rock to leap into the air.

The motorcycle drew a curved arc on the road, while rotating 360° in the air.

"Huang Xudong! Are you ready?!"

"I’ve been ready for ages!"

In mid-air, Potato estimated the timing and pulled the rings from five grenades in his hand simultaneously.

"Die, all of you!"

"Let me show you the prowess of the Gongshu District Driving School!"

It didn’t matter if the view was dizzying; wasn’t the mini-map still there?

You just jump into the spot with the most people, simple as that.

The sound of their landing echoed, and nobody knew how many bones they broke. The motorcycle fell into the Night Wanderers’ position, the scattered grenades exploding soon after, engulfing the bodies of the two brave, oh no...players, along with over ten Night Wanderers and Paul.

The violent explosions instantly disrupted the Night Wanderers’ formation. Lin Miao seized the moment they were distracted and charged directly from the back of the vehicle, picking them off one by one with his rifle.

This was the chance that his beloved players had fought for with their lives. If he wasted it, wouldn’t that mean Potato and the giant died in vain?

Only Lucy was still stunned by this group’s courageous fearlessness.

Surrounded, the six of them—or rather, now only four—found Red Barrel and the poor warrior directly blown to pieces by the Night Wanderers’ grenade. The Wildman, who was with them, hung on by a thread with his sturdy physique, but was charred all over, blood trickling from his mouth and nose, skin flayed with internal bleeding imminent.

Brother Dao was already unconscious, with a broken arm that hadn’t even stopped bleeding.

Unexpectedly, Pandora was hiding on the side, not shooting but continuously uploading her small Demonic Puppets to the Night Wanderers.

Even though she’s only a beginner, causing a slight daze or a stumble in the Night Wanderers, it could play a significant role at crucial moments.

Only Natural Curl, at this moment, threw down his gun, pulled out the long knife Ni brother crafted for him, and rushed out of hiding like a fierce tiger, pouncing into the chaos of the Night Wanderers, swinging the blade, sending a massive head soaring skywards.

Seeing this, Brother Ni stopped sniping from afar, pulled out a pistol, jumped out from behind the rock to finish off opponents, then rushed in to aid Lin Miao and Lucy in taking down Paul and his followers.

Lucy wondered if she was crazy or if this group was.

She came with this group and knew exactly what they had; there was definitely nothing like stimulants or psychotropic drugs among them. These people were perfectly sane and healthy.

This meant they were completely relying on their willpower, facing enemies several times their number, daring to fight to the death for their comrades despite severe injuries and the risk of dying together to create opportunities for their teammates.

Honestly, Lin Miao’s best hope for this battle was that these players could hold off the Night Wanderers long enough until Adcardo arrived.

But the ferocity they displayed was truly remarkable.

Potato and the giant accrued over ten kills. Although the final explosion seemed powerful, many here had undergone prosthetic modifications, and conventional grenades at a distance were rarely fatal, inflicting only serious injuries.

Brother Ni sneaked up four shots, then came in to finish them off, and the Night Wanderers hadn’t bothered to tend to their wounded. Adding together the kills from Lin Miao and Lucy, they had ten more.

In an instant, three or four dozen Night Wanderers were halved.

This rate of casualties broke the mindset of many Night Wanderers. Including the six who let the giant fly over, they began to scatter desperately, leaving only the wounded Paul and a few tenacious Night Wanderer leaders still resisting.

Bullets struck these maniacs without eliciting a sound.

Fighting these lunatics, what the hell am I doing?

"Damn it!!!"

Natural Curl couldn’t dodge in time, and his abdomen was sliced open by a mantis blade from the Night Wanderer in front. Unaccustomed to turning off his pain perception, this injury distracted Natural Curl, and the Night Wanderer’s attack with dual mantis blades became even more ferocious. A storm of slashes forced him into retreat, and the specially-tempered blades nicked the steel of Ni brother’s crafted sword, now riddled with gaps, the prosthetic disparity leaving him at a disadvantage in strength.

"Die! Die! Die!!!"

The Night Wanderer’s taunts and his wound only agitated Natural Curl more. Frustrated, he wild-slashed back. The steel blade collided with the opponent’s dual blades, and the cracked sword finally snapped altogether. The mantis blades continued slashing down, clearly intending to slice him from the shoulder into two parts.

"Die already!"

"Shut up! Can’t you just shut up?"

But beyond the Night Wanderer’s expectations, even with a broken sword, the adversary didn’t back off. Instead, he closed in, pressing forward. The blade aiming for his shoulder pierced into his back, while the broken blade in his hand thrust up through the Night Wanderer’s jaw, bursting through to the crown and silencing him for good.

With their fight concluding, the end approached on the other side as well.

Surrounded by four leaders, Paul was certain he’d offended someone. Despite the enhancements on both sides, the opponents’ prosthetics were on par with his men; the sheer tenacity and disregard for life was something even the notorious Vortex Gang lacked in numbers.